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Iron Eagle stood in a small room, looking at the pocket-sized version of the pavilion in deep thought. A Iron Eagle Guard then walked in.

"Sir, the battle in the third level of the Sky Room is over!" The Iron Eagle Guard reported coldly.

"Oh!" The Iron Eagle opened the third level of the small pavilion's secret chamber and took out a small wooden figure.

"Who won?" Tie Ying suddenly asked.

The Iron Eagle Guard quickly replied, "It's the person you brought!"

Tie Ying's eyes lit up as he asked, "Who is competing with him?"

"Windraiser — An Gan." The Iron Eagle Guard intentionally took out a booklet to confirm the details.

The Iron Eagle became interested. An Gan was a seeded contestant in this exam, and he actually lost to a certain kid. He urgently wanted to know how An Gan lost.

The Iron Eagle Guard recounted the battle between Chang Lou and Tie Ying. His eloquence was not bad, and he left out all the thrilling and wonderful places. It could be said that he had achieved a high level of recovery.

"What!?" Did Ankh commit suicide? "I remember very clearly how proud the guy was. How could he have committed suicide over a stranger who was weaker than he was?" When the Iron Eagle Guard talked about An Gan committing suicide after using his most powerful sword move, they were interrupted by the Iron Eagle, they really couldn't imagine that such a person would actually wipe their own neck.

The Iron Eagle Guard didn't pay attention to the lord's loss of manners. After thinking for a moment, he coldly replied, "He said that the opponent's sword attack was better than his' Falling Leaf Wind '. After he finished speaking, he committed suicide."

Tie Ying frowned. After hearing the Iron Eagle Guard's situation, he first smiled, and then asked with some concern, "So, that guy is now seriously injured?"

The Iron Eagle Guard nodded, "Your injuries are quite severe, quickly don't let them go!"

The Iron Eagle was shocked. It hurriedly pulled a bronze bell and walked out.

The world in front of Chang Lou turned pitch black. He moved, and his hands and feet were bound by something. Tightly strangled, he had the illusion of suffocation.

He felt like he was in a huge black cocoon. It was getting tighter and tighter and more suffocating. Gradually, his breathing became rapid. Slowly, his life seemed to be slowly flowing away.

"No …" Chang Lou wanted to shout, but couldn't. He could only roar in his heart. The black cocoon continued to shrink, and the more Chang Lou curled up, the more powerful the ground became.

"I can't just die like this! I still have to go to Wuan County, I still have to go back to my hometown in Qin Prefecture, and I still have to go with her to that mysterious Extreme North Ice City. If you want to devour me, then I'll destroy you first! " Chang Lou suddenly thought of many things that she didn't want to part with. He still had too many lingering feelings for this world, too many promises that he hadn't fulfilled, too many problems that he hadn't made yet, and too many people he wanted to meet …

As the powerful will of Chang Lou fought against the black cocoon, a drop of black blood appeared between his eyebrows. It suddenly dispersed and transformed into the image of an elegant, beautiful woman. She had a noble air about her that made it difficult to look into her beautiful eyes; but there was a kind smile on her face, like that of a loving mother; her eyebrows were drawn together, and there was an indescribable feeling of entanglement and sorrow; it was hard to imagine so many complex feelings converging into one person, but Chang Lou was sure that this was what he felt.

Her lips slightly parted as she said two words. One was' hatred ', and the other was a word that Chang Lou did not hear clearly. The phantoms had already dissipated. The blood separated into thousands of portions, fusing into the bones of the people in the room. A powerful force burst out from Chang Lou's body, quickly breaking free of the black cocoon.

Chang Lou finally woke up, and the tangled meridians regained their calmness. It was an indescribable feeling of comfort for Ling Qing Ming.

With a thought, a streak of black flame appeared between his fingers. The flame jumped up and down, turning into a circle, then into a square. After studying it for a moment and sensing the changes in his body, Chang Lou came to the conclusion that it was zhenqi — although he didn't know what it was called.

When Chang Lou broke through to the Innate realm in a daze, someone sensed it.

In the far north of the Northern Kingdom's vast Snow Wind Empire, there was an insurmountable mountain. The mountain was extremely tall, and there was only a long and narrow canyon for one to pass through to reach the extreme north that no one had ever been to before.

There was an ice city in the valley. Ice City was thousands of meters tall, thousands of meters wide, and thousands of meters long. It was completely formed from ice and snow. The masters of the city were the snow spirits of the extreme north. They were very powerful and refused to allow anyone to enter the extreme north peacefully.

In the tallest and most solemn palace in Bingcheng, a beautiful woman dressed in white sat on a chair in the palace as she stared blankly at the snowy south.

"It's about to begin! Kid, you can't let me down! My good son really needs a failure! " The beautiful lady murmured to herself, and in a flash, under the gaze of these beautiful and kind ice spirits, she entered the extreme north.

After playing with the true qi in his hands for a while, he felt that he should give it a name. In his previous life, his true qi was obtained from comprehending the Divine Seal Stone, and he had arrogantly summoned the true qi of "Divine Seal". The records of that "Raging Wind" true qi did not consume much of his brain power.

Every single piece of special zhenqi had been recorded by someone who was especially bored and did not dare to be careless. If he were to become famous in the future, not only would it not be good for him to be nicknamed a "master", it would also be bad for his reputation.

"Are you black? Or did you come out from your sleep? I'll call you Black Water True Qi!" It took him only two seconds to solve this epic grade problem. He was in a great mood as he climbed down from the iron chains. "He's a Xiantian cultivator. It seems like going to a large sect won't be a problem."

Not long after Chang Lou happily jumped down, the Iron Eagle rushed over under the lead of his subordinates.

"Hey!" Where did he go? Didn't you say that he was seriously injured? " Tie Ying asked his equally shocked subordinates.

"My lord, yes! He couldn't even get up! Did you fall down? " The Iron Eagle Guard guessed.

The two of them searched for a long time, but were unable to find any traces of Chang Lou. In the end, they could only leave with An Gan's corpse. What they didn't know was that the building they were worried about was currently on the second floor, and there was a huge battle stage where they were chatting with others.

"I say, Gramps, do you want to go back? You're so old, and you can wield the sword in your hand?" A young brat from across the room advised him to give up. The passageway on this floor had not been closed, so it was not a life and death match.

Chang Lou laughed, and his voice sounded a bit old. "Brat! It was impossible to give up! I have a reason to go. "

The guy scratched his messy hair and said awkwardly: "But I really want to go there and fight with those experts! It wasn't easy for my father to convince Lord Xuanyuan to let me in. "

"Your father?" Chang Lou was stunned for a moment. The fact that his father was able to get close to the Iron Eagle, who wasn't in the least friendly, was definitely an incredible feat.

That kid laughed heartily: "My father is called Zhou Shen Jian, he is the Sect Leader of the Sword God Sect!"

"Zhou Shen Sword?" As he thought about it, he could not think of that old man from the great sect, Zhou Shen Jian. However, the Azure Sky Continent was incomparably vast, and not everyone had a high profile. There were still many hidden great sects, and perhaps the Sword God Sect was one of them.

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