Even the specifications of the banquet were set when the late emperor was in power.

"What happened today?" Although he was thinking this in his mind, he did not dare to reveal it in front of Zhou Ciwen. After responding, he quickly retreated.

The guards on the left and right also looked more confused.

The banquet of the highest standard was not even organized when Emperor Wu came to the throne. Today, because of a letter, the imperial kitchen was ordered to start preparations five days in advance.

Zhou Ciwen crumpled the secret letter into a ball, then with a strong force, a burst of inner energy suddenly burst out from his hand, smashing it into pieces.

"Everyone, please step back."

"According to the decree."

"No." All the maids, concubines, and guards in the entire Imperial Garden evacuated the place almost instantly.

Since Emperor Wu came to the throne, he has always spoken out in the inner courtyard of the palace, and even his most beloved concubine will inevitably suffer a flesh and blood meal if she dares to resist him.

This is why, as long as Emperor Wu orders it, everyone in the palace will do their best to complete the project. Because no one wants to lose their life.

"Xianxiang Tower..."

"The ghost is really lingering. This time, a grandmaster actually moved out. I want to see what tricks these uncles can cause."

Zhou Ciwen squinted his eyes and looked at the clear blue sky, wondering what else was on his mind.

Ningguang City, in the Xianxiang Tower. Yang Ming's appearance seemed to have dropped a huge stone in this quiet city, causing thousands of waves.

Almost everyone is discussing this "master" who suddenly appeared and then disappeared.

At this time, Yang Ming was in the Xianxiang Tower, patiently explaining to Lei Zetian the realm of a martial arts saint.

In the secret room, Lei Zetian sat respectfully in front of Yang Ming. Regarding stimulating cyclones, this must be a practice method that he had never heard of.

Martial arts saints are far superior to ordinary people, but living a hundred years is already the limit. But if you can activate cyclones and become a star refiner, you can break through the ultimate limit of life.

"Master, I don't know what level of cultivation you have reached?" Lei Zetian said suddenly.

"Heaven level. But now I am no different from you. Our level has dropped to that of a martial arts saint." Yang Ming said truthfully.

"Tianjie..." Lei Zetian opened his eyes wide, showing the shock in his heart.

From Yang Ming's words, he already knew the realm of the Star Refiner, the Heavenly Star Refiner. To him, that must be a god-like existence.

Turning his hands over turns into clouds, turning over his hands turns into rain. But Yang Ming said that in his current state, he has become a martial arts saint.

Lei Zetian knew there must be a reason for this, but Yang Ming didn't tell him, and he didn't ask too much.

"If you want to activate a cyclone, you can only go to the Hundred Thousand Mountains, but in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, there are dangers everywhere, and all kinds of powerful star beasts are looking for food. If you are not a great star refiner or a monk above, insisting on entering, it is equivalent to

Seeking death."

Lei Zetian said resolutely: "I am already seventy-six years old. If calculated according to a hundred years old, I have less than twenty-four years left. Instead of living these twenty-four years, it is better to go to the Hundred Thousand Mountains to find

A glimmer of chance.”

When Yang Ming heard this, he couldn't help but smile slightly and said: "I have taught you the method and experience of stimulating cyclones. Whether it goes well or not depends on your own luck."

"Please let me go to the palace with my master. After I deal with my master's matter, I can go to the Hundred Thousand Mountains."
Chapter completed!