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The next day was bright and clear.

Jing Yunxiao slept all the way until the sun hung high in the sky before he finally woke up from his slumber.

The moment he walked out of the room, he saw Mu Shishi pacing back and forth in front of his room, looking extremely anxious.

Jing Yunxiao roughly knew that he was worried about what had happened today.

However, for Jing Yunxiao, there was no need to worry.

That's the worry.

Isn't that what you're worried about?

Since that was the case, why should he worry? He should sleep, eat, drink and then recover his energy. Perhaps, this would be beneficial for the development of the situation.

However, Jing Yunxiao naturally would not lecture Mu Shishi because of this.

The psychological bearing of a person and a person is different.

At least, in Mu Shishi's eyes, someone like Jing Yunxiao, who did not even have a change in expression before Mount Tai fell, was simply one in a million.

As a result, when she saw Jing Yunxiao sleeping until late in the morning and waking up looking as calm as if nothing had happened, Mu Shishi almost knelt down in front of Jing Yunxiao.

There was no one else with such mental fortitude.

After eating a beautiful meal, Zuo Qingfeng appeared at the place where Jing Yunxiao and Jing Yunxiao stayed.

"Brother Jing, it's about time. Have you thought about it? If you go now, you won't be able to turn back."

Zuo Qingfeng reminded his in the end.

"Let's go."

Jing Yunxiao didn't hesitate at all.

Since Jing Yunxiao had made his decision, Zuo Qingfeng didn't say anything else. He arranged for Jing Yunxiao and Mu Shishi to sit on a carriage and had someone to drive the carriage away at full speed specifically.

In the carriage, Jing Yunxiao meditated with his eyes closed, while his heart was extremely uneasy.

Two hours later, it was noon. The carriage suddenly stopped.

"Young Master, Young Miss, Palace of Wargod is here."

The coachman said.

Jing Yunxiao opened his eyes and walked down the carriage. Jing Yunxiao followed behind him as if he was really going into the den of a tiger with Jing Yunxiao. He was extremely cautious and unnatural.

Before Jing Yunxiao came to eat, he did not suggest for Mu Shishi to not follow him. However, since Mu Shishi did not agree, Jing Yunxiao could not do anything about it.

Once he got off the carriage, it quickly flew past them. Jing Yunxiao carried Jing Lang and appeared at the entrance of the Palace of Wargod.

Looking at the three golden words written on the Palace of Wargod, Jing Yunxiao unconsciously revealed a hint of excitement.

"This time, I will take back everything that belongs to me in the Palace of Wargod."

Jing Yunxiao became ruthless and followed Mu Shishi out of the Palace of Wargod.

"Halt, who is it?"

Two Blood Iron Guards from the Palace of Wargod blocked Jing Yunxiao's way.

Jing Yunxiao had not been in the Palace of Wargod for long, and adding all of them together, it was just that one time Jing Qingluo had brought them to the main entrance. The guard naturally did not recognize him, but the two guards were extremely familiar with Jing Lang that he was carrying.

Instantly, his facial expression changed drastically.

"Young Master Jing Lang, who are you? How dare he make Young Master Jing Lang like this? Are you tired of living? "

One of the guards shouted coldly.

This was the first time he had seen Jing Lang in such a sorry state. Back then, Jing Lang was like the wind and rain, with limitless scenery, he was no different from a dead dog.

"Don't you know me? Forget it, I am Jing Yunxiao. "

Jing Yunxiao's face was filled with an extremely calm smile.

"Jing Yunxiao?"

The two guards muttered to themselves, but the two of them seemed to have thought of something, instantly, their expressions were even more shocked than Jing Lang who looked like a dead dog.

Firstly, he was shocked that the person who stirred the wind and clouds, who stirred up the three great powers to such a state of unrest, was actually only a fifteen to sixteen year old youth?

Two, they were shocked that Jing Yunxiao still had the guts to return to the Palace of Wargod on this sharp edge of the blade? Wasn't he just here to die?

"How dare you, you dare treat Young Master Jing Lang in such a manner? Are you tired of living, quickly release Young Master Jing Lang, if not we brothers will not be courteous? "

The other guard was obviously more daring, because he still dared to speak like that when he saw Jing Yunxiao.

Jing Yunxiao frowned, his gaze suddenly became cold, and laughed instead: "Good, you two dog servants. You call me young master Jing Lang, but you do not put me in your eyes, looks like I don't have any prestige in your eyes, right? "Since that's the case, then I will rebuild my prestige now."

"Cut the crap and obediently surrender."

The guard did not waste any more words, as he threw his spear straight towards Jing Yunxiao's head.

Seeing that the spear was about to land on Jing Yunxiao's head, Jing Yunxiao casually extended his right hand and the spear actually stabilised in mid air.

"As a servant, how could he look down on others like that? Jing Lang is the Young Master, could it be that I am not? "

"Crunch."

Jing Yunxiao used some force and the disciple's long spear directly split into two in his hand, following that, Jing Yunxiao threw a kick into the air and kicked the guard's abdomen. The guard wailed in pain, and like a rubber ball, he was kicked into the air, and in the end, he smashed onto the Palace of Wargod's door, causing a loud explosion.

"Who came to Palace of Wargod to make trouble? Do you want to go on a rampage? "

A dignified voice suddenly came out from the Palace of Wargod. Following the voice, two rows of people immediately rushed out from the Palace of Wargod, and these two rows of opponents were all full of energy, with one look, they all had high cultivations.

Among them, the leader was a middle-aged man with a scar on his face. The man had a fiendish look, but with the added wound on his face, the fiendish feeling became more intense.

"Who are you?"

Jing Yunxiao asked without waiting for the middle-aged man.

"I am the captain of the third and fourth squadron of Palace of Wargod, Jing Meng. How dare you, Palace of Wargod, cause trouble? I will count to three. If you don't leave obediently, then prepare to be tortured by my Palace of Wargod. "

Jing Meng ordered arrogantly.

However, just as he finished speaking, he finally noticed Jing Lang who was carrying his, and immediately turned pale.

"Scene... Young Master Jing Lang? You... You are Jing Yunxiao? "

Jing Meng was shocked.2

"That's me. Jing Meng, how dare you block the young master of the Palace of Wargod? You're still spouting nonsense? "I'm tired of living."

Jing Yunxiao's gaze turned cold and he instantly released a slap. That scene could not be avoided and a red palm print immediately appeared on the left side of his face.

"Whap."

With a crisp sound, Jing Meng, who possessed the fifth stage of the Spiritual Martial Stage, was sent flying from Jing Yunxiao's slap.

When the surrounding people saw this, they were all frightened.

At this time, Jing Yunxiao spoke again: "Immediately personally go and tell that old bastard Jing Yukong that if he wants his son's life, then come to the martial ground quickly. I want to test the Talent Stele."

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