Jiayou's Fun

Flying swords attack.

Beside Lord Qing Yun, several old eunuchs shouted wildly, Escort.

In the main hall, a bad old man wearing a floral robe and a wrinkled face had just boasted that he had just found a aunt for the Lord of Qingyun Kingdom. From this, it seemed that the old man should be a certain prince of Qingyun Kingdom. With a dull face, he looked back at the figure standing at the door of the hall.

A violent and mighty aura soared from the body of Lord Qing Yun.

Lu Qian casually stretched out his right hand and grabbed the incoming flying sword. With a rub of his fingers, the flying sword shattered into large pieces of silver gravel and fell to the ground with a puff.

The quality of this flying sword is excellent, and it is only slightly inferior to the Qinglin Sword of Qingyou Sannu.

But if it fell into Lu Qian's hands, it would be no different from dried tofu.

Standing at the door of the main hall, a middle-aged man wearing a long robe and long flowing hair vomited blood and fell to his knees - he practiced the extremely advanced sword-controlling method with gods, a wisp of The soul and Feijian merged, and Lu Qian violently destroyed Feijian, destroying part of his soul.

The middle-aged man's soul was severely injured, and the magic power in his body suddenly lost control. The magic power rushed around, breaking the meridians all over his body.

The most terrible thing is that several furnaces in his body were also impacted by his own magic power. The flames of essence and blood were unstable, and there was a dull sound of explosions. His furnaces collapsed, and his cultivation level suddenly declined.

you……

The middle-aged man looked at Lu Qian in shock.

The old prince jumped up angrily: Fuyunsheng, you are so brave...

The old prince turned around and explained stammeringly to the leader of Qingyun: Zi frame, this Fuyunsheng is the casual cultivator I hired with a large sum of money to protect him. I didn't expect that he would be so bold...

Rogue cultivator? Not sure? Lu Qian snorted coldly.

The magic power in the flying sword is extremely pure, the method of controlling the sword with gods is extremely superb, the quality of the flying sword is also very good, the soul born from the floating cloud is also extremely condensed, and the aura is righteous but not evil.

None of this can be done by casual cultivators, right?

They should be disciples of the sect with a solid foundation and inheritance... Even if they are not from a serious sect, it is normal to have a serious and powerful force behind them.

Come here, detain this person temporarily. Lu Qian pointed to the old prince.

More than a dozen Taoist monks swarmed in, rushed to the old prince's side, took out ropes, and tied him up tightly in two or two strokes.

Lord Qingyun coughed lightly: Master, this is Xiao Wang's, third uncle...hey.

Lu Qian spoke in a rumbling voice, and pointed out all the things that were wrong with the sword techniques used by Fu Yunsheng and the flying sword he used: Rogue cultivator? Where can there be such a good casual cultivator with such good skills and such good flying swords?

With a cold snort, Lu Qian raised his voice: Even if he is a casual cultivator, as the guard of this prince, how can he enter the palace without permission? Still arrogantly taking action in the palace... It is simply lawless, without a king and without a father... This kind of thing If you are a fool, you must dig deep into the details behind him and get to the bottom of it, and you will never let him go in vain.

Lord Qingyun stopped talking.

Indeed, in his own palace, the guards of his third uncle came in, that's all. The rules of Qingyun country have collapsed for I don't know how many years ago, and the palace compound has almost become a racing ground for the powerful. What does it mean if a guard comes in?

But these guards, in front of the majestic lord of the country, brazenly attacked and killed the national preceptor who was conferred by the lord of the country...

This is rebellion!

Come here, send Uncle Three Kings to the Heavenly Prison for temporary detention. Lord Qingyun waved his hand and ordered, and then coughed heavily: I'm afraid the Heavenly Prison has not been used for some years. Send more people to clean it up. , don’t wrong Uncle Third King.”

At the entrance of the hall, Fu Yunsheng, who was vomiting blood, raised his head tremblingly and shouted at Lu Qian: Fahai, you dare to detain me? Do you know who I am?

Ahu, who was standing at the door of the main hall, was holding his red lotus demon-conquering pestle and struck Fuyunsheng on the shoulder.

With a 'snap' sound, Fu Yunsheng's shoulder was beaten to pieces.

As a sword cultivator, Fu Yunsheng's physical body is only several times stronger than that of ordinary people. How can he withstand Ahu's violent destruction? Fu Yunsheng fell to the ground hissing in pain, vomiting blood and rolling around on the ground holding his shattered shoulder.

Lu Qian shook his head and said coldly: Detain us together and torture us carefully...

Ahu laughed strangely, opened his big hand, and grabbed Fuyunsheng's head, just like a child grabbing a rubber ball. He directly picked up Fuyunsheng, and together with more than a dozen monks and monks, escorted Uncle Three Kings. Under the leadership of several guards, they ran straight to the sky prison in a corner of the palace.

Fuyunsheng screamed: Fahai, I am the minister of Jiange, I am the minister of Jiange...I have a secret order to supervise Qing Yunguo...I am acting according to the order, you dare to touch me? You dare to touch me?

You've already moved, so don't be verbose. Lu Qian saw that the expression on the face of King Qingyun was wrong. He stretched out his hand, patted King Qingyun's shoulder lightly, and said calmly: It doesn't matter, the soldiers will come and cover up the water and earth. , no matter what the sword pavilion is, just crush it all.

Lord Qingyun looked at the shattered flying sword powder at Lu Qian's feet and breathed heavily.

What the Imperial Master said is absolutely true. It's nothing more than soldiers coming to cover up the water and the earth... Hey!

Sword Pavilion, Sword Pavilion... It is one of the royal enshrinement secret pavilions of the Yan Dynasty. Rumor has it that there are thirty thousand sword cultivators in it... Tsk, I never expected that the guards around Uncle Three Princes actually belong to the Sword Pavilion.

Lord Qingyun glanced at the dumbfounded civil and military ministers who filled the hall, and shook his head: Everyone, go back and clean up your own mansion... Tsk, that's all, there's no point in talking to you, where are you? This courage, this ability?

Lord Qingyun looked at Lu Yi: National Preceptor?

Lu Qian smiled and nodded: Don't worry, Lord, such trivial matters can be left to the poor monk. This Xiyun City, this Qingyun Kingdom, must bring order to the chaos... The Lord is the master of Qingyun Kingdom, and it cannot be tolerated. A group of outsiders are making trouble here!

Because of Lu Qian's terrifying strength, the imperial court finally returned to the right path.

A group of trembling civil and military officials finally recalled the majesty and precepts of the dynasty. They lined up neatly according to the level of the class. Amid the cheers of the officials, they knelt down and saluted Lu Qian, chanting loudly. He kept calling him 'Guoshi'.

As these civil and military ministers bowed, Lord Qingyun then signed a formal edict and asked the old eunuch beside him to run to the gate of the imperial city and post an imperial list to announce the matter to the people of Xiyun City.

At the same time, the leader of Qingyun Kingdom asked the Imperial Guards to send out light cavalry to spread the news that he had appointed Abbot Fahai of Jinshan Temple as a national advisor to all directions of Qingyun Kingdom and to all prefectures and counties.

Lu Qian raised his head and glanced at the top of his head.

He saw that in addition to his own luck, which he had tried his best to compress and converge, a layer of light blue and red, as thin as mist, rolled in and quickly wrapped around his own luck.

This layer of external luck surged in rapidly, three feet... ten feet... thirty feet...

Gradually, this thin layer of luck condensed into a cloud of luck with a radius of ten acres above Lu Qian's head. This layer of Qingyun rolled violently for a while. In the middle of Qingyun, a cloud pillar shook violently, as if it wanted to separate into a new layer of Luo Umbrella. As a result, the luck was too thin, and the cloud pillar struggled for a long time. Still collapsed.

Ten acres of Qingyun!

This is the benefit that the huge Qingyun Kingdom will give Lu Qian after becoming the national advisor of Qingyun Kingdom. His status and authority are equal to those of the leader of Qingyun Kingdom!

There are only ten acres of Qingyun, and it is so thin and the color is so mixed and floating!

Gee, think about the luck blessing Lu Yi received when he was in Dayin. It shows how big the gap in national power between Qingyun and Dayin is!

Dayin was only at the beginning of the revival of the world's spiritual power.

Qingyun Kingdom, on the other hand, is the dynasty of Yuan Lingtian, whose spiritual power is at its peak...

However, it's not bad. Lu Qian let go of his soul. As a master of the Golden Lotus Realm, he clearly sensed that Yuan Lingtian's aura of heaven and earth was like 'seeing flowers in the mist', but he was finally separated. At the first level, he now has a much clearer perception of the rhythm of heaven and earth.

Each flower and leaf becomes a lot more vivid.

There is still a gap, but Lu Qian believes that with his efforts, this gap will soon disappear.

If one Qingyun country is not enough, what about a powerful Qingyun country whose territory and population have expanded dozens of times?

If the Qingyun Kingdom, which has become a hundred times stronger, is not enough... what about its suzerain country, the Yan Dynasty?

In fact, even Yan Chao can’t do it... Then, just let it go!

Wanxiang sent Lu Yi to Yuan Lingtian, wasn't it just for a torment?

Lord Qingyun began to issue orders.

Having recovered his health and cultivation, his former ambitions are back.

Of course, his confidence, his courage, and his domineering ambitions are mostly due to Lu Yi sitting next to him - next to his throne, King Qingyun set up a seat for Lu Yi. On the chair, Lu Qian sat firmly on it, just like a big mountain, which gave King Qingyun a great sense of security.

There is a fire burning in my heart.

Lord Qingyun's face was filled with a strange blush, as if he was a drunken maniac.

Inexplicably, the pretty face of his eldest sister flashed through the mind of the Lord Qing Yun, as well as the faces of his eldest sister's lover, his partner, and the Grand Sima Zhang Jun of the imperial dynasty, and countless others flashed through his mind. I remember clearly the faces of the young people who once sat together, slept together, and sweated together on the school field.

Except for the eldest sister, they all died.

And they all die in a way that leaves no intact corpse...

And he himself almost exhausted his life bit by bit in some extremely humiliating way!

But God sent Lu Qian down.

The leader of the Qingyun Kingdom smiled hehehe and issued orders one after another that scared the civil and military ministers' faces.

It doesn’t matter whether Lu Qian is a holy monk or a demon monk, whether he is a god or a demon.

Lu Qian cured himself.

Lu Qian has extremely powerful supernatural powers.

So...why not just mess around?

Following the orders from Lord Qingyun, tall and tall figures gathered from all directions of the palace.

These figures have vicissitudes of life on their faces, they are wearing armor that is somewhat mottled with time, and they are holding brightly polished weapons. Each one of them has a solemn and evil aura that is very different from the people of Qingyun Kingdom today.

They are the last survivors of the elite army that King Qing Yun once had.

They are few in number but absolutely loyal.

They are like eagles and dogs. Although they are old, their claws are still sharp.