Chapter 18： Fourth world

This is a very expensive carriage.

The two high-headed horses that dragged the carriage were strangely silvery white, and the wash was so clean that it looked like a waxy glow.

The carriages of the carriage are made of the finest rosewood, and each place is engraved with patterns, the reliefs are overlaid and inlaid with gold jade, and the luxury is at the extreme.

Even the driver who drives the car is a silver shirt swordsman with a long sword.

The swordsman’s body is long, and the eyebrows are very quiet and elegant. One of the black hairs hangs behind them, but the sides are slightly slightly raised. They are tied in the middle with a green cloth, and the rest of the hair is still scattered. But in the wind, it won't be scattered until the cheeks on both sides. These hair accessories don't have a cool gesture.

He seems to be only twenty years old, but every move is very calm and steady. When the carriage arrives in front of the wine shop, he stops under the sycamore tree on the side of the wall, sure that it will not affect the passage of others. This silver The shirt-swordsman is not rushing into the wine shop.

Ding Ning looked at the sturdy and elegant silver shirt swordsman who came in and frowned.

Just a glance at the crane-shaped plaque carved on the handle of the white jade swordsman, he already knows the origin of this uninvited guest.

He clearly realized that this uninvited guest was related to the Chu people who had recently arrived.

The alley is very short, so the silver-shirt swordsman's every move is very calm and gentle, but when he walked into this wine shop and appeared in Ding Ning's sight, Xu Heshan, who had just returned to the gods, was just deep. Take a breath, your lips are moving, ready to make a sound.

It was only the eyes of the great-grandson, who fell to the swordsman at this time.

The sight of all people will not fall on the swordsman.

Xu Heshan just wanted to speak, but was interrupted by the arrival of this swordsman. He was stagnant and his heart was naturally unhappy.

The silver-shirt swordsman saw a lot of students in the shop, but it was also slightly stunned. His eyes touched the long-term light snow, and his eyes clearly showed a shocking look.

But in the next moment, he did not have any gaffe, and he bowed slightly to the long-term grandson, and said, "In the lower Liling, under the seat of Chen Li, I met the long-haired Shallow Snow Girl."

Xu Heshan's face suddenly changed.

Nangong picks up his brow and raises his eyebrows like two small swords.

Xie Changsheng was cold and cold.

The reactions of the students on their side are also different, but the eyes are more or less naturally igniting a strong murder.

Because this is about the shame of the Daqin Dynasty.

Fuling Jun is the prodigal son of the Chu Dynasty who changed one of the six hundred miles of the Qin State.

The young talents of these Changling courtyards must be the practitioners of the famous side in the future. The things they bear are naturally different from those of the cities and towns, so they do not need any words and provocations, and their hearts will rise. hostility.

However, unlike the ordinary market savage husbands, each of them is very clear that Fuling Jun is not an ordinary person.

In addition to the identity of the son of the emperor, the experience of Fuling Jun can even be described as the word "depressed".

His mother was a happy girl in the palace. She was favored by Chu Di and gave birth to Fuling Jun. However, after a few years, she was killed because of the words colliding with Chu Di.

In order to see the end of the eye, Chu Di casually sealed a piece of land that no one could see, and sent Fuling Jun to keep him away from his sight. It is said that it was the result of admonition by the DPRK, otherwise it was the heart of Chu Di. It may be possible for a secret order to let Fuling Jun go directly to follow the mother.

However, even if the land sealed by Fuling Jun was far away from the king city of the Great Chu Dynasty, far enough to be forgotten, when the Dachu Dynasty needed a prince as a hostage to exchange for the city of the Daqin dynasty, Chu Di was I immediately remembered him!

It is clear to everyone who is very bleak in the end of the protons.

For the emperors who have mastered the lives and deaths of countless army and practitioners, when they started the battle, they decided not to care about the life and death of a son they least liked.

Just as a distant person, there are not many Chu people in the bottom. In the less than ten years of Changling, Fuling Jun has become a big and important person.

There are already thousands of diners under his door, and hundreds of practitioners.

No one knows how he can slowly climb from a position where he abandoned his son and climb to the position of Changling today. However, everyone can be sure that there are bound to be many people in his body.

For those students who have not yet become such a presence, they are naturally awe-inspiring.

With the voice of Chen Mo-Li, the practitioner of Fuling, the eyes of Xie Changsheng and others gathered again on the body of Chang Sunshue.

What surprised everyone, however, was that Sunshine Snow did not say anything.

She was really like a fairy coming out of the painting, just squinting a little, then turned and walked back to the backyard.

This kind of reaction made Chen Mo not only hold away.

The long-term Sunshine’s move made Xie Changsheng a glimpse, but then he saw Chen Mo’s sly face. This proud teenager from the Guanzhong family was more happy in his heart.

He suddenly smiled and smiled and his eyes narrowed, and the taunting look in his eyes was getting stronger.

"I thought that moving out of Fuling Jun can swear people, but unfortunately, Fuling Jun is not the prince of Changling, otherwise the long-sun shallow snow girl may be reasonable."

Ding quietly looked at Xie Changsheng, feeling the courage of this proud teenager with many shortcomings, his evaluation of Xie Changsheng in his heart, suddenly higher.

Chen Mo's hand unconsciously landed on the hilt.

The birds do not know the ambition of Hongjun. The two are not a world existence. They are detached and conceived. Sometimes they are only from the heart. In Chen Mo’s heart, these students are not at all a class at least now. Therefore, his handsome face has no expression, even a trace of anger.

Compared with the countless clan of Changling, regardless of the rise and fall, Fuling Jun is only an outsider after all, even if these students say it is hard to listen to, he will still not care.

It’s just that today’s determination of the grandson’s shallow snow is a must-have for Fuling Junzhi. This is an unprecedented event. He needs a quiet dialogue environment and he needs to do something.

"How old is it, not good to learn the sword, but do something unnecessary."

There was still no change in his face. He didn't even look at Xie Changsheng. He just shook his head and said this sentence softly.

Xie Changsheng is very young.

He is almost as tall as Ding Ning, and the same is a little thin, even the satin gowns on his body are a bit loose. When you smile normally, you can only describe them with cuteness.

However, he is already a practitioner.

Hearing this sentence from Chen Mo, all the people around him who are familiar with Xie Changsheng's temperament are breathing.

The air is cold.

Xie Changsheng’s little face seemed to bear frost. He silenced the time of counting, then looked up slightly and looked at Chen Mo’s, shook his head and said: “I hope your sword makes me think you have said this. Qualification of the sentence."

Chen Mo gave a slight smile.

He didn't say anything.

However, there was an inexplicable breath that suddenly popped out of his body.

Suddenly the wind was blowing in the wine shop.

All students’ breathing stopped.

Chen Mo is still not moving, but the strength of the world outside him is getting stronger and stronger.

Oh...

In the end, there are countless tiny wind tunnels around his body. Numerous invisible heavens and earths are blowing out. Even in the eyes of the practitioners, the speed of precipitation is very gentle, but the powerful force makes The tables and chairs around him naturally moved outward.

Xie Changsheng's eyes are colder, but his face is unconsciously pale.

He and the satin gowns of all the students around him hunted in the wind.

This is the fourth world.

Only the practitioners who reach the fourth place can melt the Yuan, and in the usual practice, they will integrate some of the heaven and earth vitality in their true elements.

The eyelashes of Nangong's picks are constantly shaking, and her heart is very angry, but at the same time it is very helpless.

However, at this moment, the breath of Chen Mo's body was beginning to weaken again.

There are some embankments in his body that are built up and make a strange sound.

"I am older than you, pressing you with the realm, and you must be convinced."

Chen Mo’s calmly watching these students in Changling said: “Who is the most powerful among you... I can suppress my cultivation to the same realm as him. As long as he can win me, I will Apologize for leaving. But if I win, I will ask you to leave immediately."