Chapter 352 The Young Half-Step King

"What? Are you doubting me? Or are you doubting Ditian Shrine?"

The youth in purple shirt turned completely cold, staring at Lin Xueyi and Ling Potian badly.

Lin Xueyi and Ling Potian's expressions changed drastically.

But whether Lu Ming can participate in the assessment is related to the situation of the Liying Sun Empire and the life and death of Xuanyuan Sword Sect and Chixiaogu, so I have to ask clearly.

"Envoy, I misunderstood, but Lu Ming didn't have an invitation letter, it's really strange, I'd like the messenger to respond to it...!"

Lin Xueyi gritted her teeth and continued.

"presumptuous!"

Before Lin Xueyi could finish speaking, the purple-shirted youth shouted loudly. At the same time, a terrifying aura erupted from the purple-shirted youth.

This breath is as thick as a mountain, as vast as an ocean, extremely powerful and mighty.

"Half-step king!"

Lin Xueyi and Ling Potian exclaimed in unison. At the same time, a powerful aura erupted from the two of them, which counteracted this force, but their bodies shook involuntarily and took three steps back.

Strong, too strong!

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

Everyone never dreamed that this young man in purple was actually a half-step king.

He looks like he is only twenty-six or seven years old. At such an age, he has reached the realm of a half-step king, which is really amazing.

And it seems that they are stronger than Lin Xueyi.

"Is this the strength of Ditian Shrine? Just a young man who came to Lie Sun Empire to send an invitation letter is actually so powerful!"

Aside, Lu Ming's eyes were also condensed, and his face was a little dignified.

"Humph! There is a natural reason for the actions of the Ditian Shrine. You can't be suspicious. If you think about your first offense, you won't be held accountable. If there is a next time, I don't mind killing you!"

The young man in purple shirt had gloomy eyes and said coldly, full of arrogance.

"Sect Master Lin,

Needless to say! "

Lu Ming sent Lin Xueyi a voice transmission.

Lin Xueyi and Ling Potian sighed and said nothing.

"Humph!"

The purple-shirted youth snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and turned away.

The moment he turned around, he glanced at Lu Ming, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Although it only flashed by, it was still captured by Lu Ming.

"Well? What's going on? I've never seen this person, and I've never had any grudges with Ditian Shrine. Why does this person look at me with a cold look?"

Lu Ming frowned and thought.

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

Ling Potian has a quicker temper. As soon as the young man in the purple shirt left, Ling Potian called out.

"Yes, this is too strange!"

Lin Xueyi also frowned, full of worry.

Without an invitation letter, one cannot participate in the assessment of the Di Tian Shenwei.

If Qiu Changkong hadn't entered the Emperor's Guard, that's fine. If Qiu Changkong had entered the Emperor's Guard, even if he just became the Preliminary Emperor's Guard, then they would all be in danger.

"The two heads, the champion, the old man has a guess, I don't know if it's true!"

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

"Senior Hua, what are your guesses?"

Lin Xueyi asked hurriedly.

This old man is a senior of the royal family. Even if Hua Zhengxing is alive, he should be called uncle.

With a very high level of seniority, and with the cultivation of the ninth level of Wuzong, he is the only remaining master of the ninth level of Wuzong in the royal family.

The old uncle pondered for a while, and said: "This old man likes to make friends all over the world, even in the Shifang Sword Sect, there are old friends of this old man, I have heard a secret story, it is said that when Qiu Changkong was a little old, he was killed by the emperor. A big man in the eastern part of the Tianxuanyu Palace of the Tianshen Palace took his fancy and accepted it as a registered disciple!"

"What? Qiu Changkong is the named disciple of a great man in the eastern part of the Tianxuan Yudi of Emperor Tianshen Palace?"

The old uncle's words were like a bomb, and the shocking people's minds rumbled.

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

"Senior, are you telling the truth?"

Lin Xueyi's voice trembled.

The old uncle nodded and said, "It shouldn't be wrong."

Sisi…

The sound of gasping for breath rang out, and the atmosphere at the scene was extremely depressed and heavy.

"In that case, most likely Qiu Changkong has done something. Otherwise, with the talent of the champion, how could he not have received an invitation letter!"

Lin Xueyi said in a deep voice, her eyes full of solemnity.

"What can I do? Qiu Changkong has such a big man as the backstage, isn't he sure he can join the Emperor's Guard?"

A golden-robed elder said.

"That's not necessarily the case. The selection of the emperor's guard has its own rules. If you don't have a backer, you can join it steadily. In the end, it depends on your own strength!"

Ling Po Tiandao.

"good!"

The others nodded.

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

"Seniors, you don't need to worry so much. When the time comes, it's just a big battle. Who will kill the deer? If there is no battle, who knows?"

At this moment, Lu Ming said loudly.

There was no sign of discouragement on his face, and his body stood upright, still confident and determined, like a spear that shattered the sky.

Soldiers will come to block, water will come to cover, even if Qiu Changkong has a backstage?

Just a big fight.

"Champion Hou is right. Things haven't reached the worst stage yet. We don't need to be discouraged. The only way to improve our strength is to keep improving."

Lin Xueyi said.

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

It's just that everyone's psychology has weighed down a big rock, and it is difficult to put it down for a while.

Lu Ming returned to the tent of the Scarlet Blood Barracks, entered the Supreme Temple, and sat cross-legged.

"Strength, no matter what the situation is, as long as you are strong enough, you can solve everything."

Lu Ming thought to himself.

Immediately, with a wave of his hand, a pile of spirit grass appeared on the platform.

Lu Ming intends to start cultivating the ten thousand spirit fighting body.

He has not cultivated the physical body for a while, the reason is that there is no high-level spiritual grass, those first-level, second-level, the effect is too poor, but a waste of time.

During this period of time, during the battles, Lu Ming killed a large number of Wuzong powerhouses and obtained the opponent's storage ring, but there were quite a few fourth-level spirit grasses.

Before Lu Ming, he had already achieved a rank 5 physical body, and only a rank 4 spirit grass would have a great effect when improved.

Immediately, with a wave of his hand, Lu Ming grabbed two fourth-level spirit grasses in his hands, and began to run the Wanling Battle Body.

It didn't take long for the two spirit grasses to turn into the energy of all spirits, infiltrating the depths of Lu Ming's body, refining the strength of the body.

After refining the two plants, I took out two more plants.

Time passed slowly in Lu Ming's practice.

......

Vermillion Bird Courtyard, Yan Lan's residence.

"Laner, are you really going to that place?"

Yan Lan looked at Mulan anxiously.

"Grandpa, is there any other way to do it now? Only by going to that place can I get an invitation letter for Lu Ming, and Lu Ming can participate in the selection of Ditian Shenwei!"

Mulan said with a determined face.

"Laner, you have to think carefully."

Yan Lan sighed.

(End of this chapter) Dragon King of Wandao