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"You mean, you need our Tianfeng Dynasty to find a place for you to build a sect?"

Lin Fuhai sat on the main seat and looked at Zhang Tiandu below, frowning slightly.

"Yes, besides, this is not a discussion, but a notification."

Zhang Tiandu had a smile on his face.

"this……"

Lin Fuhai showed a hesitant look.

It's easy to talk about other things, but if the so-called Tianxuan Sect enters the Tianfeng Dynasty, will it have a bad impact?

It seemed that he saw his doubts.

Zhang Tiandu continued: "Don't worry, this will be beneficial to the Tianfeng Dynasty without any harm."

"I need to go back and discuss it with His Majesty. I can't make the decision on this matter."

Lin Fuhai put away the expression on his face and spoke seriously.

"Of course, but I hope it can be done faster. Some elders in our sect have bad tempers."

Lin Fuhai's face looked a little ugly.

"I see."

"Then I'll take my leave."

Zhang Tiandu clasped his fists, turned and left the hall.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Murong Ling and others walked in from behind.

"Master Imperial Master, are you going to agree to them like this?"

Fu Qing asked with a frown.

"Then what can be done?"

Lin Fuhai sighed.

"I think this is a good thing."

At this time, Murong Ling on the side spoke.

"Princess, what do you mean?"

Several people looked at her at the same time.

"Nowadays, several countries around the Tianfeng Dynasty are ready to make moves, and the one from the Eastern Jin Dynasty has also entered the stage of becoming a god. This is very unfavorable for our Tianfeng Dynasty."

Looking at the thoughtful expressions of several people, Murong Ling continued: "Although we don't understand Tianxuan Sect, since they have spoken out, if their strength is indeed very strong, it is impossible for us to refuse, why? It's better to agree, maybe you can get some benefits from it."

"I think it's okay. Since I can't refuse, I might as well just agree."

"In that case, please inform His Majesty immediately."

"Then where do you think this address should be?"

"What do you think of the mountains of North Vietnam?"

Murong Ling narrowed her eyes.

North Vietnamese mountains?

Several people were stunned at the same time, and then they reacted.

Today, a war is taking place on the other side of the mountains in North Vietnam.

As a result, the Tianfeng Dynasty was in great difficulty on the border in that direction.

If Tianxuanzong chooses the address there, maybe they can breathe a sigh of relief.

"I think it's okay."

"Then it's settled."

Following a simple conversation, Lin Fuhai and others quickly left Black Rock City.

Only Murong Ling was left here.

In addition to protecting Zhang Tiandu and others, she also needed to guard against whether the Eastern Jin Dynasty had really withdrawn its troops.

In the desolate town, thin figures can be seen wandering outside the town.

They seemed to have no souls, and there was no life left in them.

Zhang Ye stood on a piece of land that had been buried by yellow sand, looking at the small town.

It can be seen from the surrounding ground that there should have been a large amount of land here.

However, years of war have made people's lives here increasingly difficult.

Zhang Ye stepped up and walked towards the town.

As soon as he got close, he noticed a pair of unkind eyes falling on him.

"Outsiders, stop."

Sure enough, someone soon stopped in front of him.

These are four men, and their appearance is obviously different from the others.

It can be seen that they are not hungry, but appear to be particularly energetic.

"If you want to enter the town, you must pay fifty cents."

A man in the lead said in a conspiratorial tone.

The other three people stood directly around, surrounding Zhang Ye.

"Are you the person in charge here?"

Zhang Ye raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"You care about me, pay the money quickly, or your legs will be broken."

The people around him were still staring blankly, and no one even took a glance at such excitement.

"well!"

Zhang Ye sighed.

"Boy, what's your attitude?"

Someone wanted to grab Zhang Ye's clothes.

But the moment he raised his hand, his body stood stiffly on the spot.

The other three people looked at his actions and couldn't help but be stunned.

Just when they wanted to take action, they were also horrified to find that they had lost control of their bodies.

Zhang Ye passed through them and walked into the town.

Only four people were left standing there motionless with expressionless faces.

Dilapidated houses, yellow sand blowing on the streets, and occasionally a cough can be heard.

Suddenly, the wooden door on the side was opened, and an old woman came out tremblingly carrying something.

The moment she saw Zhang Ye, she was startled and quickly returned to her home and closed the door tightly.

Zhang Ye was on the street again with a calm expression, and everything around him was seen by his eyes.

"This is a terminally ill world!"

He couldn't help but sigh.

Suddenly there was a noise in the distance.

I saw more than ten men walking towards this side.

"The village chief, that's him."

One of them pointed at Zhang Ye and said viciously.

"Boy, what did you do to my son? Let him get better quickly, otherwise I will make it impossible for you to get out."

A man who looked to be in his fifties looked at Zhang Ye and shouted.

However, Zhang Ye didn't even look at them at this moment. His attention was attracted by a figure hiding at the entrance of the alley.

"Hey, didn't you hear what I said?"

Seeing Zhang Ye's performance, the man couldn't help but become more and more angry.

The wooden stick in his hand hit Zhang Ye.

"go away."

Zhang Ye turned around sharply and glanced at them.

The expressions in the pupils of more than a dozen people instantly disappeared, and their bodies fell to the ground helplessly, without any breath in their bodies.

"Can you show me the sword in your hand?"

Zhang Ye walked up to the figure, lowered his head and asked.

This was a little boy. At this moment, he was looking at Zhang Ye with a blank expression on his face. In his hand, he held a broken sword tightly.

His eyes were not as dull as the others here, but filled with a different kind of light.

When the little boy heard Zhang Ye's words, he couldn't help but look at the broken sword, with a troubled look on his face.

"is it not OK?"

Zhang Ye showed a smile.

"No, it's just that it's a little special."

The little boy shook his head.

"It doesn't matter."

The little boy looked at him seriously, stretched out his hand, and handed over the broken sword.

He did not refuse, nor did he dare to refuse.

He knew that this person might be the cultivator his father mentioned.

Zhang Ye's face became extremely serious and he took the sword with both hands.

At the moment of contact, a strange feeling hit him.

"What a sword!"

He couldn't help but sigh.

Fumbling around with the mottled sword body, although it was still broken and rusty, there was an extremely terrifying sword intent inside.

"Put it away, it may stay with you for a lifetime."

Zhang Ye handed the broken sword back.

The little boy quickly took it and looked at him with some confusion.

Zhang Ye stood up, turned around, and looked in the other direction of the town.

In the midst of the yellow sand, a figure came slowly.