The middle-aged man in purple came all the way to the inner courtyard with two blue deacons.

After half an hour, the three of them came to a hall halfway up the mountain. The hall was completely made of copper, and the three bright red characters "Zhenwu Palace" were clearly visible on the plaque in front of the hall.

As soon as he walked here, he seemed to have seventy or eighty eyes staring at him. Even with the strength of the middle-aged middle-aged Qiwu Realm at the peak of his life, a layer of cold sweat appeared on his back without realizing it.

But knowing that Xiao Shenjian was here, he still had to lower his eyebrows and walk over.

As for the two blue-clothed deacons in the early stage of the Qiwu Realm behind him, their performance was even worse than that of him. When they were still dozens of feet away from the palace gate, they couldn't help but look pale and tremble. If it weren't for the middle-aged man in purple leading the way, they would probably have knelt down and could not walk anymore.

Zhenwu Palace, one of the seven halls and six halls of Zhidao Academy, is as famous as Zhenlong Palace, the Lianggong Hall, the Secret Art Hall, and the Status of the Secret Art Hall.

In some aspects, the Zhenwu Palace may not be as famous as the Zhenlong Palace, the Quantitative Gong Hall, the Secret Art Hall, etc., but it ranks first in terms of force. It can even be said that the biggest reason why the Zhidao Academy has today's scale, gloriousness, and has maintained its inheritance for thousands of years is that it is protected by the Zhenwu Palace day and night.

There is no other responsibility here, only one is to train and select Taoist masters specifically for Zhidao Academy. Without excellent talent and strong strength, he is not qualified to enter the Zhenwu Palace at all, so few people know, but those who know know know that their status is extraordinary and never dares to neglect.

As they approached, four guards in black were staring at the front of Zhenwu Palace. They stood upright and motionless one by one, as if they were sculptures, but their hands holding the sword were tight and powerful, as if they could draw the sword at any time. Just standing there, a breath of corpses and seas of blood rushed towards them. Those who were not strong enough could not get close at all.

Four masters at the peak of the Qiwu Realm.

You know, this is just a regular guard in front of the palace. Although the middle-aged man in Ziyi also has the strength to be at the peak of Qiwu Realm, he is already the leader of Fengji Hall. Although there are many people in Fengji Hall who have higher status than him, he is at least a middle-level management figure.

However, here, he can only be a small guard. Even if he has a strong aura, he is not even as good as a guard guard in the palace. As for the two blue-clothed deacons behind him, let alone.

When the middle-aged man in purple fucked his teeth and led two blue-clothed deacons to the front of the hall, a sudden "clang" sounded, and a long sword sounded. The black-clothed guard on the left was instantly unsheathed and blocked the three of them. He said with a cold expression: "The person who comes stopped, has not been passed on, and no one is allowed to enter!"

“Yes, yes, yes…”

The three of them were scared away, and the two blue-clothed deacons behind them were even pale. The middle-aged man in purple was forced to calm down. He reached out to the mask of his waist and handed it to the guard in black. Although his status was higher than that of the other party, he kept humble and looked like he was servile: "This brother, I am not an outsider, but Wan Yuchuan, the leader of Fengjitang. Please see..."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the black guard blocked his waist card with disdain: "No matter who you are, no one is allowed to enter without being transmitted."

"Well……"

The middle-aged man in purple was a little dumbfounded, and the two blue-clothed deacons behind him looked at each other.

Although they had long known that there were all martial arts illegitimate people in Zhenwu Palace, who were dedicated to practicing and did not consider any human nature at all, this was a team leader of Fengji Hall that he could not enter Zhenwu Palace. This Zhenwu Palace is too big!

However, knowing his purpose at this time, the middle-aged man in purple could only hold back his anger and whisper again: "I am here to meet Mr. Xiao Shenjian. You can't decide whether to see him or not. Please inform me!"

"What the hell, Xiao Shenjian, there is no such person in our Zhenwu Palace!"

However, the next sentence of the guard in black almost made him vomit three liters of blood. The middle-aged man in purple realized that the other party might not know who Xiao Shenjian was.

If it weren't for the other person who was passing the message to him, he had said that he would have been in seclusion in the Zhenwu Palace for the past period of time and would report it immediately when there was any news. Otherwise, the middle-aged man in purple might have to doubt whether he had gone to the wrong place.

He looked up at the Red Copper Hall in awe. The middle-aged man in purple took a deep breath and finally swallowed the swear words he had said. He slowly stood up straight and suddenly said aloud: "Wan Yuchuan, the leader of Fengjitang, asks to see Mr. Xiao Shenjian, if you have any major news, please see me!"

He said this with the Gangqi. After all, he was a peak powerhouse in Qiwu Realm. His loud shout really brought wind and thunder to the point where the sound spreads for a hundred miles. For a moment, the entire bronze hall was "buzzing", and then a large terrifying momentum spread and pressed straight out of the hall, wanting to see who was so bold and dared to drink like this outside the Zhenwu Palace.

Although the middle-aged man in purple and the three deacons in blue are all good masters, they are as small as dust in front of this momentum, as if the boat that could capsize at any time on the sea could not help but look pale and tremble.

The middle-aged man in purple was fine, but he barely supported himself. The two blue-clothed deacons could no longer hold on. They sat down on the ground with a "thump" and could never get up again.

"Knock, choke, choke..."

Three more sword sounds sounded, and the other three black-clothed guards turned cold at the same time. The sword was unsheathed and pointed at the middle-aged and middle-aged men in purple. The expression on their faces was extremely ugly. Obviously, the four of them were responsible for alarming the masters in the hall. This time, they were already extremely angry and crazy.

Seeing that they were about to take action, they captured the three of them together. At this moment, a young servant in green suddenly walked out of the hall, came to the front of the four, and said lightly: "Stop, let them in, my son wants to see them!"

"Your son?"

The four of them were stunned and could not help but slowly put down the sword in their hands. Then they saw a dark black bronze medal lit in the hands of the servant in the green. On the bronze medal were engraved with many tangled branches. Among the branches, there were three simple big characters from the Secret Art Hall.

"It's the You Tong Order of the Secret Art Hall. It turns out that he is the distinguished guest of that young master, let him go!"

Seeing this scene, the four black-clothed guards all changed their faces, as if they had thought of something. With a wave of their hands, they took back the sword that was unsheathed, and then with a "bang", they all retreated, and made a way out of the middle: "Three, please!"

After a while, the middle-aged Wan Yuchuan, who had a complex face, finally walked into the gate of the Zhenwu Palace with two blue-clothed deacons who had finally gotten up behind him, and walked along a side hall with dozens of red copper roots. Finally, in the small copper hall on the far left, he saw Xiao Shenjian sitting on a cushion and closing his eyes to practice.

Countless red and white sword auras continued to hover around his body, and slowly entered the Baihui acupoint above his head. Xiao Shenjian's face did not stop changing color, and the red and white light flashed violently. With each flash, the momentum of his body increased one point.

Although the other party's cultivation level was far lower than that of himself, at this moment, looking at Xiao Shenjian who was practicing with his eyes closed, Wan Yuchuan, a middle-aged purple-clothed man, realized that even with his cultivation level at the peak of the Qiwu Realm, he could not help but feel a terrifying feeling.

"Yuan Ling Sword Qi!"

He murmured, with a hint of envy and awe in his face, but he did not dare to disturb him at all. He could only stand with his hands aside and wait quietly.

It was not until half an hour later that Xiao Shenjian finally opened his eyes, and all the red and white sword energy drilled back to the Baihui acupoint on his head. He did not stand up, but raised his eyes and looked at him: "It seems that Team Leader Wan should have good news to tell me?"
Chapter completed!