At night, the fires of the Great Zhou Imperial City soared into the sky. Jiang Hao and Tang Ji had already rushed out. Five thousand imperial guards raised their torches and scattered the imperial study room; the roofs, palace walls, gardens... were full of mighty warriors wearing gold, silver and iron armor. They all looked at the sudden appearance of the figures in the air with a stern expression, and their spirits were extremely tense.

The three monks in the air who were pedaling with flying swords brought extremely heavy pressure to the five thousand imperial guards. Faced with cultivators like the top immortals, no matter how many mortals were, they were useless. But even so, the five thousand imperial guards still had no intention of retreating, and those unwavering eyes seemed to be ready to die.

Wei Yuanzheng deserves to be the prime minister. When he heard the news of the enemy's attack, he immediately responded and arranged for the court magistrate to secretly escort Murong Rui and Murong Yuxi out of the city.

"Uncle Master, my nephew is here to resist the powerful enemy. The emperor and the princess are probably going to ask the uncle."

Wei Yuanzheng's voice was steady, without any panic.

Lu Chen glanced at Wei Yuanzheng, without saying a word, and chuckled and walked out of the secret room.

Wei Yuanzheng and Murong Rui were shocked. They knew what methods were used to attack the people of Ganyu Sect. At the very least, they would have cultivators in the late stage of foundation building. Even the Yuyang Master of the Jindan was not an opponent. No matter how powerful Ji Chen was, he was just a rising star who had been practicing for several years.

Wei Yuan was about to stop him, but when he reached out, he found that Lu Chen's figure had disappeared in the secret room.

The two of them were stunned for a moment and hurried out with them.

Over the imperial city, three figures stood side by side, and all of them covered their faces with cloth, obviously not wanting to reveal their identities. Looking at the firelights intertwined outside the imperial study room, the monk in the red shirt sneered: "Overbial ability, if a mortal comes ten times more, he will be just an ant."

A fat gray-robed monk on the left smiled and said, "Kill that little girl soon and we can go back and kill him."

"There is a master." The monk in black who was standing on the right suddenly frowned, and his cold eyes surged from the upper edge of the face towel, looking towards the door of the Imperial Study Room.

Lu Chen, who was the first to walk out, has the protection of the Great Yan Immortal Art, and his aura is very hidden. The three monks were all in the late stage of foundation building, so naturally they could not find Lu Chen's background. At the beginning, the black-clothed monk was quite confused about Lu Chen's identity, but the subsequent strength of Wei Yuanzheng's later stage of foundation building suddenly made the black-clothed monk relieved.

The monks in red and the monks in gray also felt a strong aura coming out of the imperial study. When they saw Lu Chen, they were shocked at first. But then, like the monks in black, he thought that his feelings were misunderstood. The aura was not emitted by Lu Chen, but an old man in a ceremonial ward behind him.

The monk in red shirt sneered for a while and suddenly said, "In the late stage of foundation building, I didn't expect that there would be such an expert in the Great Zhou court."

Wei Yuanzheng was shocked when he saw his cultivation at a glance. It was difficult for cultivators of the same realm to see the cultivation of a cultivator of the same strength. If someone saw it, the other party's strength would definitely be above him.

Wei Yuanzheng secretly glanced at Lu Chen and said nothing. For some reason, the murderous intent that surged out of Lu Chen suddenly restrained. Wei Zhengyuan sighed in his heart, thinking that Lu Chen was also shocked by the other party's aura, and couldn't help but be extremely disappointed.

"This..." The monk in red shirt couldn't help but take two steps back.

The sword shadow soaring into the sky disappeared as soon as it lit up. The silence for a moment made Wei Yuanzheng and the gray-robed monk who had already fought not far away confused. The two of them separated from each other and looked towards the door of the imperial study room at the same time, and happened to see the incredible scene.

Just then, Lu Chen's right hand had already stretched out, but the seemingly slow movement made the monk in black unable to give in. He could only watch his flying sword landing in the other party's hand. The monk in black wanted to pull out the flying sword, but a dark and dark fire suddenly surged out from Lu Chen's hand. The fire wrapped the flying sword like a dragon's shape (6). The monk in black was still in the blink of an eye, and the flying sword in his hand turned into iron.

This scene made people even more shocking. Using fire to melt weapons is a huge ability. Even a master of Jindan may not be able to do this.

All the cultivators present are not ordinary people. Lu Chen can tell with this skill that this person must be a powerful person carrying the method of refining weapons.

"Weapon Refiner?"

The monk in red-shirt exclaimed again, and his body suddenly retreated and his mind was already withdrawing.

The fat monk retreated in shock. The two looked at each other and rushed towards the distance without thinking.

Lu Chen had expected that, and while sneering, he raised his hand and flipped out his small red flame tower quickly flew out of his palm. In the blink of an eye, the two monks in the red shirt and gray robe became larger on their heads. Finally, under the horrified gaze of thousands of imperial guards, they hugged the two in the tower.

"Peng~"

Words to readers:
Chapter completed!