Zhao Ji looked at the woman in red without making a sound.
In just three days, Yuanling City was completely packed.
Zhang Xuan saw many familiar figures in this Yuanling City, such as Emperor Yun, Xia Hou, and Saint Emperor.
At the beginning, these people were ordered by the Hong clan, and now they see Zhang Xuan, they are all very polite. Everyone knows that Zhang Xuan has a great significance to the Hong clan. Zhang Xuan is kind to the Hong clan, and the Hong clan values it. Causality, there is the Hong Clan, and no one can move Zhang Xuan. For such a special existence, everyone thinks about it.
As for Saint Nalan, the princess of the sacred dynasty had the shadow of the Hong clan in it when she did it. This time she saw Zhang Xuan again and behaved much more normally. But if you look closely, you will find that she still has Zhang Xuan in her eyes. Kind of shy and shy.
Today, it is the time for Yuanling City to gather everyone, and dense crowds gather in front of Yuanling City.
With the sound of “City Lord of Yuanling” a few days ago, everyone knew that Yuanling City would return strongly this time.
In front of the black and white city lord’s mansion, there is a covered bridge about 100 meters long. The covered bridge is very wide and can accommodate more than 20 people passing side by side.
At this moment, at the end of the covered bridge, a woman in a red robe stood there. On her body, a powerful aura spread. Although there was no talking, although there was no aura to condense, it was just towards that one. Standing is enough to make people feel pressured.
“Everyone.”
The woman spoke, her voice with a strong penetrating nature, clearly reaching everyone’s ears.
“I, Yuanling City, has proclaimed myself for more than 20 years and suppressed this great evil gangster. Now, the evil gangsters have been eliminated. Starting today, Yuanling City will recruit disciples!”
As soon as Yuanling City Guangna disciples said this, there were a lot of exclamations among the crowd. Although they had guessed before they came, Yuanling City suddenly came back to fight against the Hong Clan.
The Hong clan came out of the saint and pressed Yuanling City, but the time when the saint disappeared was too long to keep the Hong clan prospering forever.
Now, Yuanling City is going to fight for this overlord position, but among the Hong Clan, the blood of the saint has awakened!
These two powers are fighting for the front, even if the dynasty can only look aside, they can’t participate, and they don’t have the strength to participate.
Yuanling City, inside the city lord’s mansion.
Zhao Ji looked at the seat in the center of the hall before him, and took a deep breath. Many memories flooded into Zhao Ji’s mind. Those memories had been completely sealed since the day he went to the land of the ancestor.
“Zhao Ji in Yuanling City, four years old, blood awakened!”
A hoh sound resounded through the entire Yuanling City, and at that moment, the whole Yuanling City was boiling.
The four-year-old bloodline awakens, a wizard of heaven.
In terms of blood line inheritance, blood line represents whether it is strong or not, and represents a person’s potential. Generally speaking, awakening blood line at the age of sixteen is enough genius, and that year, four-year-old Zhao Ji became the whole yuan The pride of Lingcheng.
Yuanling City, as the once overlord of this world, its supreme status has never been shaken.
Until the appearance of the saint of the Hong clan, it attracted peerless merits, and delineated a thousand realms, and pressed against the Yuanling City.
In the era when the saints existed, there was no power that could compete with the Hong Clan.
But even a saint cannot be eternal and immortal. After endless years, the saint of the Hong clan falls, and the Hong clan calls his reincarnation.
But no matter whether it was a fall or a reincarnation, there was no saint among the Hong Clan.
After the Hong Clan had no sage, the Yuanling City, which had been suppressed, began to counterattack.
The surface of the Hong Clan and Yuanling City was calm, and there were already surging storms secretly, and they had fought secretly for many times.
However, the Hong clan is blessed with a saint, and has more merits, and is a clan favored by the destiny.
Compared with the Hong Clan, the Yuanling City is much more miserable. The blessings of this world are all covered by the Hong Clan, and the Yuanling City can’t compete for it at all. As a result, the Yuanling City has never been able to compete with the Hong Clan.
As time passed by, the blessings left by the saints of the Hong clan became less and less, and the power of merit that had enveloped Hongshan gradually dissipated, and the saints of the Hong clan had awakened many reincarnations, and none of them succeeded. Seeing hope, because in these years, the gap between Yuanling City and the Hong Clan has been getting smaller and smaller.
And the birth of the peerless genius who awakened his bloodline at the age of four made the people of Yuanling City think that the way of heaven had already come to Yuanling City.
The sage of the Hong clan does not exist, and the bloodline of Xuanhuang is thin. On the contrary, the son of Yuanling City Lord, the four-year-old awakened bloodline, can be described as the enchantment among geniuses. Once trained, it will become a weapon.
In the Yuanling City Hall, Zhao Ji retracted his thoughts and walked slowly to the seat. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the handle on the seat, where many traces were left by the years.
“In order to sit in this position, and to live up to your expectations, I practiced swords at the age of four.”
Zhao Ji sighed, and his father’s figure appeared before his eyes.
“Jier, don’t be lazy, ten hours? Only ten hours of practice today? Not enough!”
In that voice, there was an irresistible scolding.
For a four-year-old child, ten hours of sword practice every day is not enough. Zhao Ji’s father’s request is 15 hours!
This is a peerless genius, a peerless evildoer, and a hope for Yuanling City to return to its peak. Everyone has high hopes for this four-year-old tiny figure.
Under such high-intensity training, the four-year-old Zhao Ji’s talents are not disappointing.
When he was five years old, his blood was burning, and a sword could break a boulder. This was just a five-year-old child doing. At that time, Zhao Ji was already in the realm of the bridge.
When I was six, I was about to step into the other side.
When he was seven years old, he was on the other side.
At the age of ten, the other side is in great consummation.
At the age of twelve, stepping into the cloud, attracting weird power!
Twelve-year-old Zhuyun Realm, how many can there be in this world?
From the age of four to twelve, in the past eight years, Zhao Jizhen has felt what childhood is, and he has not felt what is paternal love. All he feels is the sternness of his father and the long sword in his hand.
Zhao Ji still remembers what his father said the day he stepped into the cloud.
“Ji’er, starting from today, you can’t learn anything in the city. You have to travel all over the world and challenge the strong in the world!”
A twelve-year-old boy wants to challenge the strong in the world, but in Yuanling City, no one thinks this is a joke, and no one thinks it is impossible, because the enchanting Zhao Ji will always give people full confidence.
“This name, thinking about it now, is really embarrassing.” Zhao Ji retracted his hand on the seat and curled his lips. “If the fat guy knows it, you have to laugh at me. Not only him, but Zhang Xuan will also laugh. ”
Zhao Ji paced and walked to the back of the main hall. In the back, a rusty sword stood. It was the twelve-year-old boy who used to challenge the strong in the world.
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