"Finally back..."

In more than three years, Hong Yi has grown from a horny child to a young man. His figure contains unusual power and charming style.

Even if it just got off the carriage, it seemed to illuminate the surrounding space and attracted a lot of attention.

What a young man, with a handsome and handsome face, bright eyebrows and eyes, plump eyes and straight facial features, just like Pan Lang's rebirth, and his demeanor made people want to get close to him.

It can be said that as Hong Yi realized the dreams and goals he wanted to achieve, his demeanor became increasingly unpredictable.

Even Uncle Gong has been with him for a long time, and occasionally it is difficult to curb and feels admiration.

"Young Master, go back to the Zhao Palace first and talk about other things..."

Uncle Gong smiled helplessly, and Uncle Gong didn't say anything to make Hong Yi restrain himself. These demeanors were not something that Hong Yi had accidentally revealed, but his wisdom and wisdom reached a certain point, which naturally showed a vision higher than ordinary people.

This is also the reason why the saints travel and their visions arise. If they have not practiced, even their visions will be difficult to completely cover up.

Even if Hong Yi has completed the foundation building of hundreds of schools and achieved great success in the old farmer, it is hard to say that he is a practitioner now, and no one knows his ideas.

After all, I have seen all the practice methods of Taoist holy land when I went with Zhao Wuyou. I didn’t learn it, and I even forgot it myself. This state is several levels higher than never forgetting it.

Only looking at the great way, not the small tricks, and being able to achieve one's own magical powers is the realm that Hong Yi is pursuing now.

The great way in the world is easy to find but difficult to do.

He has few minor tricks, but he is easy to learn.

This is the ultimate principle of heaven and earth. However, for Hong Yi’s current realm, the great way is a small technique. What he has to do is to melt his own body and come out with thousands of classic great way.

How can the so-called supernatural powers compare to the great trend of panic?

Even if Hong Yi has not cultivated his soul now, the breath of great energy naturally accumulated in his heart will be filled with a long drink of the creator of the seven-tribulation.

The old Nonggong gave him a strong body, without warming up the qi and blood, but his solidity was no less than that of the Martial Saint.

The pure and yang-clear bone marrow bloodline is washed by waves of mighty energy.

If there is a holy body, Hong Yi can now be called a holy body.

Otherwise, how could such a natural and strange situation happen?

Seeing the hot gazes coming from time to time on the surrounding streets, Hong Yi shook his head with a little laugh.

"Then I'll trouble Uncle Gong..."

With Uncle Gong leading the way, a hidden martial arts master is unfolding his fist intention. Even if he has a special jealousy towards Hong Yi, no one will come forward to chat with him casually.

Especially after the two people's walking goal became clearer, the people who fell behind them turned their heads one after another.

Because it is a place where the entire Yujing City is even more inaccessible than the imperial palace!

Zhao Prince’s Mansion!

...

The blood stained the long street has become a rare place in the entire Yujing City and is a place that lasts all night long.

The decisive battle is no longer the mainstream here, but it still retains a stage where warriors and strong compete.

It is better to be diluted than blockage. With such a place, the public security in the entire Yujing has improved a lot.

There are very few conflicts between nobles and civilians, and the towns around Yujing City have become much more stable and peaceful.

However, this place is only a temporary place. After the real vision has gained a lot of benefits in the past few years, it has begun to focus on layout and leave this place of right and wrong.

Nothing is everlasting.

The blood-stained street itself happened because of an unexpected incident. The World Heroes Banquet once every five years and may not be held again in the Zhao Palace next time.

Therefore, as long as you have a longer vision, you are considering the future of the Blood-Stained Long Street. Only a few people have seen the possibility of the Blood-Stained Long Street for a long time.

As long as the Zhao royal palace is not destroyed, there will be no major problems in the long street stained with blood.

No other reasons, the biggest fundamental thing is the word benefit!

'But the system and many things are probably going to change...'

Even if the most optimistic person about the Blood-stained Long Street, he would not think that this current form would continue. It would be more likely to become anonymous exchanges and trade some prohibited items like those ghost streets and ghost markets in the past.

Now that we are so upright and open, we will not have a long time to travel around...

...

"Hong Yi is back too?"

In the Wu Wenhou Mansion, Hong Xuanji, who was sitting in the study, looked cold or hot.

"What does the Zhao Prince's Mansion mean?"

After decades following Hong Xuanji, Mr. Wu, who was almost like a shadow, had no idea what he thought of and grinned slightly.

"The King of Zhao said that after returning to the mansion today, he will come to the Marquis's mansion to pay homage to the Marquis tomorrow to fulfill the family relationship between father and son."

"When Young Master Yi came back, I saw him from afar..."

Hearing this, Hong Xuanji looked at Butler Wu indifferently, not caring about his unauthorized visit to Hong Yi. If his son was so good at making a move, he would be furious.

Because according to his wishes, Hong Yi, who had already expelled the family tree, should not be related to the people in the Hou Mansion.

If it's just Butler Wu, then forget it...

After all, no one knows the things in the past better than him.

"How is that? That evil son, isn't his cultivation now not weak?"

Butler Wu shook his head.

"Mr. Marquis was wrong. Although Young Master Yi has strong qi and blood, he should be because of some foundation-building skills, but no trace of cultivation has been revealed. Instead, there is a strong and powerful aura that can even generate wisdom light and illuminate the void around him."

"If the old slave reads it right... it is already an absurd image of all the sages!"

This kind of answer shocked Hong Xuanji more than hearing that Hong Yi had become the creator or even entered a human immortal.

An erupting fist broke out, and the entire study seemed to have experienced the raging thunder and fire. The bookshelf collapsed and the bluestone bricks on the ground exploded directly.

If Butler Wu hadn't had a strong cultivation level and an invisible energy around him cracked the gravel, he might not have escaped the fate of physical damage.

Even so, the explosive power was limited to the study room and without scattering outside, you could see how timely Hong Xuanji controlled his emotions!

"What? You can't read it wrong?"

"How old is that rebellious son, he can already shine through the void with his own wisdom? This is a strange phenomenon that only appears when ancient sages have achieved great knowledge. All external demons cannot be overwhelmed, and even if the creator of the seven-tribulation tribulation is coming, he must bow his head!"

Hong Xuanji finally couldn't grasp the throbbing in his heart, and looked at Butler Wu with his eyes, as if a supreme god king was asking.

But what I got was an extremely sure answer.

"I shouldn't read it wrong. Young Master Yi's road... I'm afraid it will exceed the master's expectations!"

He sighed softly, butler Wu was unable to interfere in the affairs of these two fathers and sons, but he did not expect that the thin and silent child could have such qualifications.

'I wish he could come back to help the master...'

When he arrived at this situation, Butler Wu immediately thought about how helpful it would be if Hong Yi could help Hong Xuanji.

But I don’t know the storm in Hong Xuanji’s heart at this moment!

‘Hong Yi...'

‘Bingyun, you really left me a big problem!’

Just as Hong Yi entered the Zhao Prince's Mansion, the time for this year's spring exam was finally completely settled, just seven days later.
Chapter completed!