Sword Venerable Ling Tian

Occasionally, there were also some tattered beggar coming in groups to play. It seemed that in their eyes, this group of people did not have much difference in status.    

The Ning Po was everywhere, not as good as a dog's!    

At this moment, Ling Tian finally understood what this phrase meant.    

"How can they be like this? No matter what, we are still killing enemies for our country in exchange for merit points." It's fine if you don't welcome us, but what's wrong with mocking us? "    

Lin Yanyan frowned, and said with a face full of displeasure.    

If Qin Mingyue had not stopped her, she would have gotten off her horse to find those people to argue.    

"Forget about Yanyan, there's no need to be angry, they are all Soul Condensation Cultivator." Qin Mingyue consoled her for a while, "Yun State is at the border of the Southern Tang, so there are many wars going on. With our scale, they can meet us at least three times in a month, it's not strange at all!"    

Behind him, the crowd of Southern Martial Cultivator also heard this and their spirits were immediately lifted. It turned out that the Triumph Street that they had been hoping for was just a joke.    

"So that's how it is. No wonder Cheng Feiyu and Yun Yang left the moment they entered the city." Mu Tiezhu sighed. The truth was so cruel, it made him feel depressed.    

"Forget it. Everyone, please cheer up. We won't lose anything. We were originally just going through the motions." We still have some time in Yun State, if we want to fight, we still have a chance! "    

When Ling Tian spoke, it immediately caused the scattered hearts of people to slowly gather together.    

Humans needed role models and beliefs, and Ling Tian was such an existence.    

"Shao Yang, what are they talking about?" Shao Yang, what are they talking about? Ling Tian suddenly asked.    

"This!" Qin Shaoyang stretched his neck out and pointed to the front of the convoy: "Brother Tian, do you see the log chariot at the front? It wasn't for war, it was a sign of honor. Every time there is a reward, there is a reward. However, according to the reward criteria, this war chariot is also different. "    

"We only have one log war chariot to clear the way. This is the so-called grand show, which is ?" It was of the lowest grade. On it were the Brilliant Silver Chariot, the Golden Chariot, and the Flood Dragon Chariot. Eight by nine! "    

"Eh, why did you pass by when you were talking about eight or nine? Three Light Silver, Five Gold and Seven Flood Dragons, what about nine or eight? What exactly is it? Can you not only not say half of it ?" It was unknown when Ye Baoer had gotten close to him again, but a pair of cute big eyes blinked as he asked.    

However, everyone was looking in the same direction, obviously wanting to know the answer as well.    

"I'm not just going to say half of it. "Because we won't be able to see these nine times at all!"    

Seeing that everyone was still confused, Qin Shaoyang just shrugged and said: "Alright! I also saw it in the history books that were collected by my family. Ninety percent is the limit, only the Son of Heaven can open the path with a nine-fold Golden divine dragon! The reason I'm not saying this is because the nine times the requirement of a Golden divine dragon does not exist! Back then, my Wu Huang of the Southern Tang Dynasty swept across the Six Paths of the Eight Desolations with unparalleled achievements, but even after our triumphant return, we were unable to gather all nine of them, let alone those nine! "    

"Then what happened after that? Was our nation-opening Martial King's Triumph Ceremony ruined?" Ye Baoer asked again.    

"Aiya, stop talking!" Qin Shaoyang's mouth drew back, as he covered Ye Baoer's mouth: "People's words are fearsome. Could it be that in the world, this Martial King is not something we can casually make up! I alone am enough! "    

"At that time, the Martial King was helpless. He found the Eight-clawed Fire Horned Dragon, but he was only able to gather eight of them. Although this is already the highest honor that can appear in the Nine Prefectures, it is still a great regret in the heart of the Martial King.    

After he finished speaking in a single breath, Qin Shaoyang rolled his eyes and looked up into the sky. He didn't discover anything abnormal and only then did he heave a sigh of relief.    

Southern Tang was shrouded by the destiny of Martial King, he was also afraid that her own fate would be affected.    

"So that's how it is, the divine dragon and chariot ? "It's really too difficult ?" After listening to Qin Shaoyang's introduction, Ling Tian's heart was deep in thought. Although the Hornless Dragon was not a divine dragon, it was one of the nine sons of the divine dragon, which was extremely rare.    

Everyone's interest was piqued, who would have thought that the legendary Martial King would have such an embarrassing matter.    

They had never seen this record before in the records of the Sect. Presumably, this was only recorded in the military notes.    

"That's right, although eight times wasn't in accordance with the rules, Martial King definitely wouldn't use seven times ?" Qin Shaoyang nodded.    

"Has the Yun State never appeared before?" Ling Tian asked again.    

Just now, he had only heard the Martial Cultivator mention the five golden medal ceremony.    

"How could I not? Of course I have!"    

Qin Shaoyang took a deep breath and said, "Only once, after the Eight Horned Dragons of Martial King roamed the world, did the Nine Prefectures congratulate you. The founder of the, Marquis Yun, gathered eight Flood Dragons and rode them on a cloud chariot.    

"Eight white rainbows traversing across the Yun State, it's too powerful ?" Ye Baoer's face flushed red.    

Everyone else inhaled in unison, shocked by the domineering aura of the first generation Marquis Yun. Perhaps that was the pinnacle of what a local duke could do?    

"Actually, Marquis Yun isn't the best out of the seven."    

Unexpectedly, Qin Shaoyang said this and attracted everyone's attention.    

"Shao Yang, stop messing around. The Eight Flood Dragon, White Rainbow Passing Yun State, isn't that the strongest?" Ye Baoer asked.    

Qin Shaoyang laughed bitterly and shook his head.    

"Of course not!"    

"In the past, the number one achievement of the founding nation, the Duke of Ling, had the highest reputation among the seven men!"    

"The Seven Headed Golden Ni-Lions pull the Soaring Sky Chariot. The Golden Firmament will soar high into the sky, and the Nine Prefectures will be able to see it!"    

"And don't forget!"    

"That Golden Ni-Lion is also a dragon ? "Nine!"