Today, they definitely meet the world.

But now, so many middle- and high-level martial saints are coming with murderous intent, and they can't even open the trap formation in the capital of Liao Kingdom.

How is this possible!

Could it be that there are still shocking secrets hidden in the capital that they don't know about?

…

In the palace.

"Hahaha, General Fu, I won again..."

Han Yang happened to land the last chess piece and ate one of Fu Pocheng's big dragons, and immediately laughed from ear to ear.

Fu Pocheng, who was opposite him, was speechless.

Even when he killed the third-level Martial Saint Lie Shanjiu before, Han Yang had never been so happy.

Didn't you just win a game of chess?

But he couldn't say two words.

Just now, after witnessing Han Yang's counterattack against the third-level Martial Saint, Fu Pocheng couldn't help but ask Han Yang's age.

Han Yang was silent for a while and then said twenty-five or twenty-six, I couldn't remember clearly.

Fu Pocheng's eyes widened in a very gloomy manner.

He originally thought that no matter how talented Han Yang was, it would take him thousands of years, or even ten thousand years, to become a martial saint.

Twenty-five-six?

What the hell is this.

If he hadn't known that the other party had no reason to lie about this kind of thing, he wouldn't have been able to help but flip the table over.

To become a Martial Saint at this age is really terrifying.

Even more terrifying than Han Yang's counterattack against a third-level Martial Saint with his first-level Martial Saint's cultivation.

At this time, Han Yang slowly stood up, looked outside the palace, and said with a smile: "The flowing water banquet has finally begun, and the first main dish is here. Is General Fu interested in going out to meet these strong men of the Lieshan clan?"

Fu Pocheng suppressed his shock and stood up.

Naturally, he didn't want to miss such a big battle.

Xiao Jiu'er was still being held by Lian'er's legs, looking as if she was beyond love.

Help.

She is also a child and really doesn’t know how to coax a child.

But Lian'er didn't know what was going on, so she stared at the silent and dull Xiao Jiu'er, not wanting to leave even half a step.

Even the young lady called her several times, but she didn't pay much attention.

As a result, Han Yang could only take the female priest, Fu Pocheng and the young lady, and the four of them left the palace, took off in the sky, and flew towards the west.

From a distance, the moment he saw Han Yang flying over, the uneasiness in Lie Shanjing's heart became more and more obvious.

He always felt that this figure looked familiar, as if... he had seen it somewhere.

However, he was not too worried.

After all, even the ninth-level martial saint couldn't break through this large formation that trapped the capital. It should be impossible for a mere first-level martial saint on the opposite side to break it.
Chapter completed!