Three days later, the disciples sent by the sect to the capital of the Yan Kingdom were ready to set off.

This time, the people sent to Yan State's imperial capital were often about 70 people. The leader was a disciple named Zhang Heng. His cultivation level was about the ninth level of Qi training, and among the people, his cultivation level was the highest.

The transportation tool for everyone to go to the capital of Yan Kingdom was the Feiyu Tower built by Canglan Sword Sect. This building can fly and resist enemies. It is like a building flying in the sky. When flying in the sky, it reflects a huge shadow on the ground. Countless mortals worship this scene.

Cheng Yuren knew that this trip was not a smooth journey for him, and he didn't know what danger would occur on the way, so he entered his room and kept his door closed.

It's strange that when he first went up Feiyu Tower, a woman named Zheng Han from Zheng actually called him, hoping that he would not go to the capital of Yan State. This made Cheng Yuren think about it for a long time, but he didn't understand the purpose of the woman named Zheng Yuhan.

After Zheng Yuhan's persuasion failed, he quietly handed him a letter.

Thinking of the scene at that time, Cheng Yu couldn't help but take out the letter and opened it: "This long journey is very dangerous, so I advise you to be cautious."

The handwriting is beautiful and very beautiful.

Seeing this, Cheng Yuren frowned. Zheng Yuhan is from a family, but what is the purpose of this?

After thinking for a long time, Cheng Yuren couldn't guess what this person was thinking.

With a smile on his face, Cheng Yuren waved his palm and the letter immediately turned into ashes and disappeared.

If you can't guess what others think, then you don't have to spend your time guessing. It's better to practice more than you can.

Suddenly, as if he had noticed something, Cheng Yuren frowned and couldn't help but open the door, looking at the two warriors outside his door with a cold face.

These two warriors were strong and had a body of bronze. It was obvious that the body refining methods and idiotic weapons that should be practiced would not penetrate these people's skins, almost like copper tendons and iron bones, and their strength was almost equivalent to the second level of Qi training.

"What are you doing here?"

Cheng Yuren spoke coldly.

"The manager Zhang Heng, and Mr. Cheng is alone. For the safety of the young master, I specially sent us to protect Mr. Cheng's door."

A warrior spoke quickly, his expression slightly cold.

"So, let's thank Senior Brother Zhang Heng for me."

Cheng Yuren smiled and closed the door.

As soon as he closed the door, Cheng Yuren's face suddenly became gloomy. Why did he think about his own safety? Cheng Yuren seemed to be more like to monitor himself. Not long after he had just left the Canglan Sword Sect, these people could no longer help it.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yuren's eyes couldn't help but narrow.

Now, his cultivation has reached the sixth level of Qi training, not far from the seventh level of Qi training. Even if the leader Zhang Heng is in front of him, he is afraid that he will not be his opponent. However, it means that Zhang Heng is the strongest, but it cannot be ruled out that there are other people with higher cultivation than him hidden in the team. He must be prepared for these.

If there is a suppression of the rules within the Canglan Sword Sect and the identity of their own inner disciples, although everyone is fighting, it is mostly a struggle of clever planning. But when it comes outside, it is different. The rules of the Canglan Sword Sect may not necessarily apply outside. Everyone relies on strength.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yuren's eyes suddenly emitted a very dangerous light.

As we traveled a few days ago, the capital of the Yan Kingdom was getting closer and closer. In the past few days, the weather was calm and no one seemed to deal with him, but Cheng Yuren did not relax his vigilance at all.

When I opened the window, there was white mist below. In the distance, the corridor of a tall imperial city was approaching.

"The Emperor of Yan is almost here."

Cheng Yuren murmured in a low voice, suddenly as if he was thinking of something. Cheng Yuren suddenly looked outside the door, but the warriors outside had already grown from two to four. Moreover, the eyes of these warriors became more and more cruel.

At this moment, Cheng Yuren also felt a strong sense of danger in his heart. Cheng Yuren knew that these people finally couldn't help but take action.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yuren's eyes suddenly narrowed, his whole body was filled with a cold aura, and murderous intent was filled with.

Time passed slowly, and the eyes of the four warriors outside the door looked into the room from time to time, as if they were waiting for something.

Cheng Yuren sneered, stood up, pressed his waist to match his sword, and opened the door.

"Young Master Cheng, the Emperor of Yan is almost here. Please stay in the house for a while."

A warrior looked at Cheng Yuren and spoke coldly.

They were all waiting for an opportunity to appear, and when a disciple of the Demon Sect appeared, they would attack Cheng Yuren in one fell swoop, and then arrange the charges on the Demon Sects of the Soul-Divine Sect. It was perfect. Even if the sect knew that Cheng Yuren was dead, they would only blame the Demonic Sect of the Soul-Divine Sect, which had nothing to do with them.

Cheng Yuren suddenly looked up, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. The four warriors trembled in their hearts and thought to themselves that it was not good.

"die."

Cheng Yuren spoke in a low voice, and the sword on his waist suddenly unsheathed. Then Cheng Yuren waved his hand and a cold light suddenly evoked. In just a moment, he came to the four warriors and rolled their heads. The four warriors had no chance to take action, and their bodies fell to the ground without any rest.

Without looking at the four warriors again, Cheng Yuren touched the hilt of the sword and walked out of the room. Soon, Cheng Yuren came to a room and gently pushed open the door.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the young man sitting cross-legged on the cushion suddenly opened his eyes. When he saw the person pushing the door open, he stood up suddenly, waved his hand, and a sword appeared in the hand of this person. Without saying a word, he stabbed Cheng Yuren.

"snort."

Cheng Yuren sneered at the corner of his mouth, waved his hand suddenly, and a sword light suddenly flew away, directly attacking the young man's face.

The young man was shocked and quickly took the sword and returned to defense, but the sword light roared, and it was approaching. The young man finally couldn't stop it. The sword light passed through his eyebrows. The child of the aristocratic family disappeared on the spot.

With a cold smile, Cheng Yuren glanced at the young man, put away the storage bag around his waist, left the room and walked away.

As soon as he walked out of the room, a warrior happened to come over. When he saw Cheng Yuren, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Why did you leave the room..."

"Oh……"

Cheng Yuren smiled coldly, waved his hand, and a sword energy suddenly scattered, and instantly fell on the person's eyebrows.

The next moment, blood burst out from the man's eyebrows. When he looked again, the man had already fallen to the ground and had no rest.

The body fell to the ground and made a sound, attracting the attention of some people.

When some people saw the corpse that fell to the ground, they suddenly screamed. Some people immediately used weapons to kill Cheng Yuren, but some people retreated, obviously they were reporting the matter to the person behind them.

(End of this chapter)
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