Lingfeng's expression was much calmer, and his eyes showed the gaze that he was determined to win, which even Wuming could see clearly.

"Your Majesty! I also want to join the army to serve the emperor's kindness! I wonder if Your Majesty can..." Ling Feng said implicitly, and Zhao Wuji nodded with a look of relief: "After a famous family, you are too busy with talents, and the country is in the process of suppressing bandits. I think you can start with a commander of a thousand men."

Lingfeng was so happy that he knelt down again and said, "Thank you Your Majesty!"

"Okay, you guys go down, I'm a little tired." Zhao Wuji waved his hand and said, "Stop fighting on the streets of the imperial capital in the future. What kind of discipline will it become?"

The two withdrew from the Imperial Garden, and Lingfeng suddenly burst out his fighting spirit in his body. The dust under his feet was forced to escape from his body and a lot of fighting spirit was shocked.

Wuming didn't look at the other party, raised his legs and continued to walk outside the palace. Lingfeng asked for a boring moment to retract his fighting spirit and speeded up his pace beyond Wuming and walked outside the palace.

"Who is better than the two of them?" An old white-bearded man from the Royal Villa sat on the roof and asked leisurely the young sword god in the villa beside him.

"Lingfeng!" the young sword god said with admiration: "A rare genius, the day to become a fighting god may be a few days a morning than the day to become a sword god."

"Is that?" the old white-bearded man smiled and said, "Who will win the duel between the two?"

"This..." The Sword God was a little difficult to judge.

"The boy is dead." An old man climbed onto the roof and said with a smile: "Don't look at the boy's strength, really, it's about killing people. There are not many people in the other courtyard who are stronger than this name."

"That's right!" the old man who spoke before said, clasping his beard, "If this kid makes a fortune in the world one day, he will be able to euthanize the Qinglong Club when he sees it. Maybe he will ask Wuming to join his disciple, right? Wuming is a rare murder material."

"Qinglong Club?" The young sword god was stunned and asked inconsistency: "Are you talking about the Lord of the Qinglong Club, one of the three sword emperors? Bai Yanxiong, the leader of the Qinglong Club, who is known as the number one killer in the mainland?"

Several old men laughed together and said, "Who else can be there besides him? We don't know whether Wuming can become the strongest person. If he wants to, the title of the number one assassin after decades of hard practice must be his."
Chapter completed!