"No...Master Mo Gu...I admit defeat..." the middle-aged man shouted.

Mo Wenqing stood in front of him with a wine in his hand and said indifferently: "If you lose, go to die." He raised his hand and squeezed the middle-aged man's chin and poured the wine directly in. The middle-aged man pinched his throat in pain and wanted to pick out the wine. He even saw that there were still many pills and medicinal materials on his body that could detoxify, and he struggled in pain like an ordinary person who was still inactive and toxic.

In the big tent, everyone watched the middle-aged man struggling in pain in silence, and finally slowly lost his voice. Looking at the man in white standing in the tent, he was still white without dust, as clean as snow on the mountain. Then there were four dead bodies under his feet. This picture made people feel cold in their hearts. Even these people in the world who are used to licking blood at the knife can't help but tremble secretly when they put their hands under the table.

The Lord of Medicine King Valley is definitely one of the most unprovoked people in the world.

"Is the Western Yue Emperor too much?" Yun Fusheng stared at Rong Jin and said in a deep voice. After two confrontations, they lost seven or eight masters. The remaining faces were not good-looking, and they even had a hint of retreat. No matter what the ending tonight was, they had already lost a lot in terms of momentum.

Rong Jin raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "Didn't Marquis Jing'an want to compete in martial arts? Why is it becoming too much for us now? It is inevitable that there will be accidents in martial arts competitions, so naturally it is a conceit of life and death."

Yun Fusheng stood up suddenly and sneered, "Is life and death conceit?" Rong Jin changed his posture lazily and said lightly, "Of course, it is life and death conceit. Isn't that what Jing'an Hou meant? Or... If Mo Wenqing and Kaiyang lost, do you plan to let him go?"

Yun Fusheng stared at Rong Jin coldly, neither admitting nor denying. He was thinking now that Rong Jin already knew the purpose of his banquet tonight. However, the handsome and innocent face of Rong Jin could not see any real emotions. Instead, the dark red eyes made him feel a little uncomfortable. After a while, Yun Fusheng suddenly burst into laughter and said repeatedly: "Very good, what a conceit of life and death. Since that is the case, is it your conceit of the life and death of the Emperor of Xiyue?"

Rong Jin curled his lips disdainfully and said lightly: "Can you still be responsible for your life and death?"

"Very good!" Yun Fusheng showed a cold smile on his face, and the wine glass in his hand suddenly smashed to the ground, and a crisp sound of shattering sounded in the big tent. Outside the tent, a neat footsteps suddenly came. With the power of Rong Jin and others, he could naturally hear that the entire big tent had been surrounded by people.

Yun Fusheng smiled and said, "The Emperor of Xiyue actually relied on his martial arts skills, so let me see how powerful you are."

Rong Jin raised his eyes and said lightly: "It's a waste of time. If you can kill me, it will be the same whether you have an excuse or not. But, if you can't kill me... the one who dies is the whole door of your Yunmen. Do you understand?"

Yun Fusheng looked at Rong Jin from a high point and said with a smile: "Rong Jin, do you think I don't know if you are seriously injured? Not to mention now, you are not even intact and not to mention... there are thousands of elite soldiers outside. Let's die!"

"By you?!" Rong Jin sneered, and his figure flashed into a shadow and rushed towards Yunfusheng.

"Be careful, Marquis!"

"Master, be careful!"

Yun Fusheng flew away and pulled out the sword in his hand and shot it at Rong Jin. Rong Jin's dark red eyes trembled slightly, and a dark light flashed in his eyes. Seeing Yun Fusheng's sword, Rong Jin did not need to flash, and hesitated to face it. Next to him, Wei Wuji and others also stood up, "Go to do it." Mr. Wei spread his sleeves, like a shocking geese falling into the opposite world. The iron fracture fan in his hand brought a bloody light.

The tent is not very generous, and it is already a little crowded after thirty or thirty people. When he starts, he is even more restrained. Rong Jin whistles lightly, and the Shura knife cuts the tent above his head and rushes out. Yun Fusheng is naturally not willing to fall behind and chases Rong Jin out. Outside, the soldiers of the Northern Han Dynasty had already started with the Western Vietnam guards brought by Rong Jin and others. However, more people were surrounding him, obviously to prevent Rong Jin and others from escaping.

With Wei Wuji and Mo Wenqing joining forces, the so-called masters of the martial arts under Yun Fusheng are of course useless. After a while, Wei Wuji, Mo Wenqing and others walked out of the tent. However, no one of the people in the martial arts world in the tent moved.

Standing outside the tent, Wei Wuji held his arms and looked at the two people in the fight and said with a smile: "Okay, Rong Jiu's martial arts have improved again." Kaiyang sighed and looked at Wei Wuji helplessly and said: "Young Master Wei, now is not the time to see the fight."

Wei Wuji raised his eyebrows, "Is there anything else?"

Kaiyang pointed to the soldiers of Beihan who were eyeing him around and said, "What should we do?" There are thousands of people, even if they kill, they will be lenient. "Wei Wuji smiled and said, "Aren't you responsible for those people? Are you planning to let me and Brother Mo go to the battlefield?" Mr. Wei considered himself a man from the world and did not do the rude and bloody things on the battlefield. Kaiyang was speechless, and Wei Wuji looked at him with a smile and said, "The onlookers of Beihan did not have the order of Yun Fusheng, nor did they rush forward to take action. After all, the group of people in the Western Yue Dynasty were stronger than the other, and the cold young master who was as white as snow would fall down a large area as soon as he took action. Who in this world does not care about his life?"

Kaiyang frowned and said, "There will be no problem with Mu Xiang, right?"

Wei Wuji smiled faintly and said nothing.

In the camp in Xiyue, there was such a big noise on the other side, and naturally I wouldn't hear it. Besides, just now, soldiers from the Northern Han suddenly surrounded the entire camp in Xiyue. Mu Qingyi walked out of the tent with a thick cloak, stood in the cold wind and looked at the scene in front of her and frowned slightly, "Tianshu, what's going on?"

Tianshu said in a deep voice: "I disturbed Mu Xiang, please forgive me."

Mu Qingyi waved her hand and said, "What's going on?"

Tianshu said: "Marquis Jing'an of the Northern Han invited His Majesty and Mr. Wei and others to the banquet, and then sent troops to surround us. The Northern Han camp... seemed to have started fighting." Mu Qingyi frowned, "Why would Wuji and the others agree to go to the banquet even though he knew that Yun Fusheng had bad intentions?" After going down the mountain, Mu Qingyi's pregnancy symptoms became more and more obvious, so she became more and more sleepy. Even she didn't know about Rong Jin and others going to the banquet in advance.

Tianshu said: "Young Master Wei and Your Majesty both agreed. You said that if Mu Xiang asked, please don't worry. They knew that there would be no problem."
Chapter completed!