Ye Qingyu did eat and drink at the inn.

Because some of the things he bought from Wanyi Market Festival are for eating, especially the specialties from various states in the dark realm, which are not in the world at all. Although Ye Qingyu's current strength is enough to not eat or drink for hundreds of years, if he wants to taste the world, he naturally has to eat the fireworks of the world and experience the insights brought by that taste.

He invited the chef from a very famous hotel outside, opened a small cooking in the inn, and ate from afternoon to evening.

"Wen Wan, this guy, keeps eating noodles, is it just to eat the worldly fireworks and find the wonderful things?" Ye Qingyu couldn't help but think of it after drinking a glass of Shuizhou Bigen fruit wine.

Soon, the lights were on.

Wangcheng Central City, which had been bustling for a day, became quiet again.

As soon as midnight arrives, martial law will occur on the streets.

So the hotel chef had already gone back early.

Ye Qingyu had enough food and drink, was full of fun, and lay in the room and slept soundly, which was also experiencing the life of ordinary people.

Since the day when a warrior embarks on martial arts, he has been going against the will of heaven. The deeper his skills are, the more he is incompatible with the world. Especially after the holy realm, he is almost reborn and reborn and obtains the innate body. This is equivalent to completely breaking away from the original state of primitive and authentic state in the sense of life and entering a state of extraordinaryness.

After reaching the quasi-emperor realm, Ye Qingyu felt more and more that it would be difficult to go further by relying on exercises alone. The might of the martial arts emperor lies in finding his own path. To achieve this, behind-the-stop practice is no different from a drop in the bucket. He felt that he should trace the origin and give up getting out of the world, and then enter the world again.

Because the creatures born to heaven should have rolled around in the world.

The ancient emperors of the past realized the great way from the primitive heaven and earth, and had the way to obtain thunder and lightning, the way to obtain storm, the way to obtain heavenly fire, the way to obtain flowing clouds, the way to obtain sea and sand, and the way to obtain runes. These are their way, and it is the way to heaven.

Ye Qingyu felt that his own way should be in the world.

Not the way of heaven.

But humanity.

Especially after pushing the God of War Sword Classic into the realm of [Cangsheng Sword], Ye Qingyu felt more and more that the power of the people is no less than the power of the way of heaven. The true mystery of the great way may exist among all living beings.

Starting from the Guardians' Royal City, Ye Qingyu wants to abandon the inherent lifestyle of the Quasi-Emperor and re-experience the world. Especially this undercover choice, it is undoubtedly an excellent opportunity.

The dark night is lonely.

Ye Qingyu slept soundly.

He even had a dream. In the dream, he met his parents, Yu Junhan, and the war god who was the legendary dragon but not the tail. Then something strange happened. The image of his parents in memory, with Yu Junhan and the image of the war god, slowly overlapped. The four people turned into two people, and the faces of these two people were very strange, and they were actually images he had never seen before...

He exclaimed and suddenly sat up from the bed.

Then, he asked in an instant that the smell of blood was smelling.

A stream of light, like a sudden lightning, stabbed Ye Qingyu's eyebrows.

His whole body was shocked and flew backwards, broke through the walls of the station, and flew obliquely to the empty and lonely street outside.

But at the moment of landing, he had already stood firmly.

A blood bead oozed out from the middle of the eyebrows.

He was injured.

At the same time, dozens of figures flew out of the post station like maggots, landed on the street, surrounding Ye Qingyu's figure from all directions, and each person had a fluctuation of power that was extremely powerful.

One of them was more than two meters tall, like a lemon, and his wide robe was covered with a tube like a tube. His whole face was slender like a sole of a shoe, his facial features were blurred, his eyes were like a thin thread, his nose was flat, his yellow face was not bearded, and his whole body was like skin and bones, strange shape, ugly and weird.

This person is the strongest among these dozens of figures.

In his hand, there was a silver dagger, and a strange cold light flashed. It was him who had just taken the sneak attack and secretly stabbed Ye Qingyu's eyebrows.

His ugly face was full of surprise, and he seemed very shocked. The sword he was determined to kill was unable to kill his sleeping opponent.

At the same time, in the distance of the street, at every corner and at every alley, the figures of the demon-armored iron guards of the Zhenyuan Palace appeared, like demonic shadows embedded in the darkness, looming, but vast, controlling a large area outside the street, like a group of black devils, as if they were trying to devour the creatures on earth.

That's right, he is from the Zhenyuan Palace.

Everyone thought that with Nie Tiankong's previous life statement, the Zhenyuan Palace would give up revenge, but now it seems that most people think too simple.

Ye Qingyu pressed his eyebrows.

The drop of blood that oozes out disappears.

He frowned and looked towards the station.

But at this time, there was no breath in the post station. The ten armored soldiers left by Linghu Buxiu, as well as the postmaster and more than ten postmasters, were obviously killed. Ye Qingyu rubbed his eyebrows. What happened before, and he had that strange dream, but he had no warning or awareness at all, and was entered into the postmaster by these people.

"Haha, stop looking, they are all dead." The slanted monster smiled coldly, his expression full of jokes: "You are the last one to live, not because you are lucky, but because the princess doesn't want you to die so painfully - you will be the most painful and desperate among all people."

Ye Qingyu sighed.

"People from the Zhenyuan Palace?" he asked.

With a long slanted face, she smiled proudly and said in a sinister way: "Of course, who else has the ability to attack and kill in the dark night? No one dares to appear? Tonight, there will be no one to protect you. It is too late for Nie Tiankong to get the news. Give up."

Ye Qingyu said: "Your target should be me. Why do you implicate innocent people and kill the people in the post station?"

"Haha, this can only blame them for being unlucky. Who made them serve you in the inn...? As long as you know someone, you should die." The monster with a long-faced face said, holding a silver strange dagger in his hand, approaching Ye Qingyu step by step.

The murderous aura around swept like a hurricane, squeezing towards Ye Qingyu.

Ye Qingyu did not look at him, but glanced at him and looked into the distance.

At the end of the street, surrounded by hundreds of the most elite demon dragon armored soldiers, a black earth dragon-pulling carriage stood silently like a beast in the night. The pressure emitted by this carriage is even more terrifying than the powerful men such as the slanted monster.

On the shaft of the carriage, the triangular-faced evil slave guard sat quietly.

In the night, his sinister and resentful eyes flashed with a heart-pounding light like the eyes of a poisonous python, staring at Ye Qingyu tightly, ready to go.

"The person in the car is what you call Princess, right?" Ye Qingyu looked at the weird guy with a long face and asked.

"You don't deserve to know." The eccentric monster said proudly.

At this time, a cold and cold female voice came from the carriage, saying: "Ancient offerings are precious, and time cannot be wasted on such trivial matters. Please take action and kill this evil man..."

In his tone, there is a kind of coldness and superiority in controlling everything with high appoint.

"As for the order." The strange man with long-faced face bowed and bowed, then approached Ye Qingyu with great strides, grinning and said, "Whoever is surnamed Zhang, tell me, how do you want to die?"

The strange silver dagger was so strict that it attacked Ye Qingyu.

Ye Qingyu smiled faintly: "I don't know what's up."

When the silver dagger attacked, he raised his hand slightly, stretched out his two fingers, and gently pinched it, clamping it with a cold light like an electric shock. Even though the silver mysterious rune beam on the dagger flowed wildly, and the roaring sound vibrated, he could not break free from the two white jade-like fingers.

"You..." The face of the slanted monster, Gu Guan, changed drastically.

He felt that the dagger was suppressed in the middle by two sacred mountains, and that his power could be driven, but it was as if it was cast in it, and it did not move at all.

He looked up subconsciously.

What he saw was the pity expression in Ye Qingyu's eyes and Bing Sen's murderous intent.

In an instant, there was a fear of a dead soul, covering the ancient worship.

He realized that if he had a wrong judgment, this middle-aged man was definitely not a peak saint, but a terrifyingly powerful man.

Oops.

He instantly released his dagger and retreated.

However, it's too late.

Ye Qingyu's fingers shook slightly.

The silver dagger flew backwards.

puff!

The slanted long-faced ancient worshipper fell on his back. In his eyebrows, there was the silver dagger inserted, and blood flowed out along the dagger. The dagger was till there was no handle. A wisp of blue ice power spread out from the dagger, and instantly frozen the body of the ancient worshipper into an ice sculpture, and then shattered...

Everyone around him changed their faces when they saw this.

Ye Qingyu didn't give them a chance, and his body moved and flashed in place.

Then the dozen powerful men around him flew backwards in an instant, turned into an ice sculpture in the air, fell to the ground, and then broke and cracked, and the jingling ice cubes bounced and splashed around...

Kill instantly.

There was no time or room for any reaction for the demon dragon armored soldiers of the Zhenyuan Palace.

On the shaft of the carriage, the shock on Wei Heng's face was frozen.

Then his body trembled violently.

That's because of fear.

"withdraw."

The cold and superior female voice in the carriage was also at a slight terror that could not be concealed, and directly ordered everyone to withdraw immediately.

Her decision was very fast.

The ancient worship is the strongest among all the actors, infinitely close to the quasi-emperor. Although he is not the strongest in the Zhenyuan Palace, he has some weight. This time, he asked the ancient worshipper to do so. He originally thought it was a matter of being captured. Who would have made any mistakes in the prediction? Zhang Longcheng is simply a lamb to be slaughtered, but a terrifying and fierce barbarian lion.

However, the moment the sound came out, Ye Qingyu had already arrived in front of the carriage.

An extremely powerful aura emanated from Ye Qingyu's body like a mountain crushing a flood, emanating from his body. The terror exceeded the limit and directly blocked the carriage, the earth dragon, Wei Heng and even the hundreds of demon dragon armored elites surrounding the carriage. Just as time and space solidified, there was no movement at all.

Want to withdraw?

I can't leave at all.

"I don't want to pursue the matters in the market anymore, but you are forcing each other. Do you really think that wealth and power can solve everything?" Ye Qingyu came to the carriage step by step. His voice was filled with an unparalleled pressure: "Do you really think I dare not kill the daughter of a prince?"—

That's right. This chapter is to make up for the charges for the single chapter yesterday. If you see this and find that there are only more than 300 words, then wait ten minutes and refresh it again and there will be a complete chapter. I can't guarantee the pirated version. I'm sorry, try not to make such stupid mistakes in the future.

Thank you for the support of the three great masters of the photo album, thank you for the chaotic world and wasted years. Thank you for the great rewards from Jianghu Xialong. I am ashamed, I will continue to work hard.
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