Chapter 352 The Young Half-step King

"What? Are you doubting me? Or are you doubting the Heavenly palace?"

The young man in purple's face turned completely cold and stared at Lin Xueyi and Ling Potian unkindly.

Lin Xueyi and Ling Potian's faces changed.

However, whether Lu Ming can take part in the assessment is related to the situation in Empire of the scorching sun and the life and death of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect and Chixiao valley.

"Messengers, I misunderstood, but Lu Ming didn't have an invitation. It's really strange. Please let messengers respond to it...!"

Lin Xueyi gritted his teeth and continued.

"Impudent!"

Before Lin Xueyi could finish speaking, the young man in the purple shirt let out a loud shout, and at the same time, a horrible breath burst out from the young man in the purple shirt.

This breath was as thick as a mountain, as vast as the ocean, incomparably powerful and mighty.

"Half-step king!"

Lin Xueyi and Ling Potian exclaimed in unison. At the same time, a strong breath erupted from their bodies to counteract this power, but their bodies could not help but shake and step back three steps.

Strong, too strong!

Everyone at the scene was shocked and stared at the young man in purple.

No one had ever dreamed that this young man in purple would actually be a half-step king.

He seemed to be only twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. At such an age, he actually reached the realm of a half-step king. It was really amazing.

And it looked stronger than lin xueyi and lin xueyi.

"Is this the strength of the Heavenly palace? Any young man who came to Empire of the scorching sun to send invitations is so powerful!"

On the other hand, Lu Ming's eyes were frozen, and his face was a little grim.

"Hmph! The Heavenly palace has its reasons for doing things. You can't be suspicious. If you think of your first offense, you won't be prosecuted. If there is a next time, I don't mind killing you!"

The young man in the purple shirt said coldly with gloomy eyes, full of a lofty posture.

"Master lin, there's no need to say more!"

Lu Ming had spoken to Lin Xueyi.

Lin Xueyi and Ling Potian sighed and said nothing more.

"Hmph!"

The young man in purple snorted, waved his sleeves and turned away.

Just as he turned around, he glanced at Lu Ming with a cold look in his eyes.

Although it was only a flash, Lu Ming still caught it.

"Hmm? What's going on? I've never seen this man, and I've never had any enmity with the palace of gods. Why does this man look at me with a cold look?"

Lu Ming frowned and thought.

"What the hell is going on? Why didn't the champion receive the invitation?"

Ling Potian had a short temper. As soon as the young man in purple left, Ling Potian shouted.

"Yes, it's too strange!"

Lin Xueyi also frowned, full of worry.

Without an invitation, you can't take part in the Imperial guard assessment.

If Qiu Changkong didn't join the Imperial guard, that would be fine. If Qiu Changkong entered the Imperial guard, even if they were just pre- [ 3 ], they would be in danger.

"Two masters, champion hou, I have a guess. I don't know if it's true or not!"

At this moment, an old voice sounded and an old man with snow-white hair walked out.

"Senior hua, what are your guesses?"

Lin Xueyi asked hastily.

This old man was a senior of the royal family. Even if Hua Zhengxing was alive, he would call him Huang uncle.

With a high seniority and the cultivation of the Martial Sect ninth, he is now the only remaining royal family of the Martial Sect ninth master.

Old Huang uncle pondered for a moment and said, "Old fu likes to make friends all over the world. Even in the Shifang sword sect, there are old fu's friends. I have heard a secret news vaguely. It is said that when Qiu Changkong was young, he was once favored by a big figure in the eastern part of the heavenly god palace and was accepted as a disciple by name!"

"What? Qiu Changkong is a disciple of the great figures of the eastern part of the heavenly god palace?"

Old Huang uncle's words were like a bomb that exploded in the minds of everyone.

One by one, they looked at old Huang uncle in shock.

"Senior, is that true?"

Lin Xueyi's voice trembled.

Old Huang uncle nodded and said, "It shouldn't be wrong."

Silk...

The sound of gasping for air rang out, and the atmosphere at the scene became extremely oppressive and heavy.

"In that case, Qiu Changkong probably did something. Otherwise, with the talent of champion hou, how could he not receive the invitation?"

Lin Xueyi said in a deep voice, his eyes filled with solemnity.

"What should we do? Qiu Changkong has such a big shot as his backer, isn't he sure he can join the Imperial guard?"

Said an elder in a golden robe.

"That's not necessarily true. The selection of the Imperial guard has its own rules. If there is no backer, then we can join steadily. In the end, it depends on our own strength!"

Breaking through the heavens.

"Not bad!"

Everyone else nodded.

Even so, the atmosphere at the scene was still extremely depressing.

"You seniors, there's no need to worry so much. It's going to be a big fight. Who will win? Who will know before the war?"

At this moment, Lu Ming shouted.

There was no sign of discouragement on his face. He stood up straight, confident and determined, like a broken god's gun.

If Qiu Changkong had a backstage, what would happen?

It was a big fight.

"Champion hou is right. Things are not at their worst yet. We don't have to be discouraged. At present, only by constantly improving our own strength is the king's way."

Lin Xueyi said.

After that, everyone returned to the main hall, discussed for a while, and then left.

It was just that everyone's mind was weighed down by a big stone, which was hard to put down for a moment.

Lu Ming returned to the tent of the red blood barracks and entered Supreme temple, sitting cross-legged.

"Strength, no matter what situation we face, as long as we are strong enough, we can solve everything."

Lu Ming thought to himself.

Then, with a wave of his hand, a pile of spiritual herbs appeared on the platform.

Lu Ming planned to start practicing the battle of all spirits.

He had not cultivated his body for a long time because there were no high-level spiritual herbs. Those first and second level ones were too ineffective and wasted time.

During this period of time, the war continued. Lu Ming killed a large number of Martial Sect strongmen and obtained the other party's storage ring, but there were many level four spirit herbs.

Before Lu Ming, there were already five grades of small body, and only four grades of spirit grass, when raised, the effect would be great.

Immediately, with a wave of his hand, two level-four spiritual herbs were caught in Lu Ming's hands and started to work on the techniques of all spirits fighting.

Not long after, the two spiritual herbs transformed into the aura of all spirits and penetrated into the depths of lu ming's body to extract the strength of his body.

After the two plants were refined, two more were taken out.

Time passed slowly in Lu Ming's practice.

...

Vermillion bird courtyard, Yanlan's residence.

"Lan er, are you really going to that place?"

Yanlan looked at Mu Lan anxiously.

"Grandpa, is there any other way now? Only when you go to that place can you get an invitation for Lu Ming and Lu Ming can participate in the Imperial guard selection!"

Mu Lan said resolutely.

"Lan er, you have to think it through."

Yanlan sighed.

(The end of this chapter)