The old emperor frowned a little.

On hot days, he likes to escape the summer heat in cool places on the water pavilions and does not like to stay with these skilled martial arts people.

They did not avoid the cold and heat, and they seemed to be like a person with no martial arts skills.

"Your Majesty, Ice Mirror." Huaien whispered.

The old emperor hesitated for a moment and happily agreed to enjoy the care of Bingjian and Shanfeng.

He looked at Xiangyang and said with some relief: "No matter how you plot against this child, after all, he has a place to stay."

Then he glanced at Mrs. Yue who had already gone up the mountain early, pondered for a moment, looked at Wei Yang's face who had walked up the mountain with some fun.

Wei Yang didn't have that keen insight, and he didn't care what the emperor looked at.

"Marquis Beiting, what are you going to be like today?" Jianghu Qunhao was still far from the emperor, and he asked boldly. Unfortunately, he was next to Xiang Wentian.

Xiang Wentian smiled and said, "Brother, what do you want someone to beat him?"

The man jumped away quickly and sneered, "Why do you need the Demon Cult to interrupt when we have a decent martial arts world?" But he leaned towards Miss Ren, who was faint and smiling at the corner of his mouth, and asked, "Little brother, do you think so?"

Ren Yingying pursed her lips and smiled slightly, saying, "You and I are just like grass. I hope that the masters can fight to get the thunder from the fire? Brother, are you a Tartar?"

The man said unhappily: "It's your follower, I see it's the slut."

A man next to him said in a deep voice: "This brother looks so handsome, how can he speak even without saying anything?"

The man hurriedly looked at it and saw a man with a scar on his face and a very tough look. His eyes were as clear as if he was in a spirit. He held an embroidered spring sword in his hand, which was clearly from the Jinyiwei.

"I, what do I say have to do with you? I just, I just..." The man hurriedly squeezed into the crowd a little more.

Suddenly, a finger that came from somewhere was a little bit under his ribs. The man suddenly felt a numb all over. He couldn't shout at a question. The man chuckled at him slightly and asked kindly: "Brother, are you going to the Military Intelligence Department Prison? Free pickup."

But someone clamored: "Since it is a martial arts competition, what kind of martial arts competition is a harmonious group?"

Miss Ren smiled and said, "That's right, why don't you come to the stage and exchange a lot of blood for a whole house to cheer?"

But his voice suddenly drifted like a bird, and in the blink of an eye, the man heard the loud voice: "The dignified Shaolin Sect Master Fang Sheng and the left leader of the Songshan Sect ended up competing with others to ask for a noble favor, the Central Plains Martial Arts, haha, hehe, haha."

The public was furious after a word.

"Which bastard is farting?"

"The villain with his head and tail is exposed, he has a talent to fight for three hundred rounds!"

Some even scolded: "It must be a slut...uh, not talking about you."

There were many soldiers and civilians of various ethnic groups in Hami. For a moment, many people looked over coldly. The man quickly changed his words and scolded: "I don't know if it's a demon cult or a Hu person from outside the territory, it's obvious that this is sow discord."

good!

The vast courtyard outside the gate of Vajra Temple is a competition arena. The platform on the gate steps is the best viewing platform. The emperor leaned against the gate, and the nobles wearing regular clothes of the ministers and nobles were arranged in sequence. On the other side, the important officials of the court were lined up like geese wings, and the leaders of various sects were below.

But as leaders of various sects in the world and the leaders of the heroes in the world, Master Fang Zheng and Taoist Chongxu were above everyone else, and they were closest to the old emperor.

Taoist Master Chongxu listened intently and said coldly: "What a clever 'ventral art'. More than two hundred years ago, I heard that Duan Yanqing from the First Pintang of Xixia was the best at this secret technique, but I didn't expect to meet it today."

He glanced at Wei Yang and others who had arrived next to the competition arena. Seeing that they were chatting and laughing with their familiar friends in the martial arts world without caring, he felt a little surprised.

Don’t they know who wants this place to be messy the most?!

Of course, Wei Yang knew that he immediately thought that this was a very famous "ventral genre" back then.

It is said that when this technique is practiced to the extreme, you can say what you want to say in another direction or even through another person's body in a hundred feet away in the way of "transmitting the sound into secret".

This is to sow discord, and it also shows its might in the Central Plains martial arts world and the Western Martial Arts world.

but……

"A little trick for eagle." Wei Yang shook his head, suddenly turned around, staring at a man in green who was huddling his neck among the crowd.

The man was stunned and his eyes dodged, but he did not escape.

It's him.

But it wasn't him either.

"There are two people, one with low skills, attracts attention here." Wei Yang listened quietly.

At this moment, I suddenly heard Master Fang Zheng shouting: "How dare you act rashly in evil spirits and heretics?"

The heroes saw a red light flashing and the cassocks moved. Master Fang Zheng rushed out in the air and headed straight to a huge rock on the roadside at the foot of the mountain. There was a group of people leaning against the stone. There was a man in rags with a shoulder pole beside him, just like an ordinary person going up the mountain to watch the fun.

"Master Fang Zheng, why do you do this?" Yu Canghai shouted softly, and everyone saw a flash of blue shadows. Yu Canghai had already arrived in front of the man like a wisp of blue smoke. He reached out to his shoulder and sternly said, "What a thief, die!"

The heroes were shocked, and the old emperor asked in surprise: "Master Chongxu, is Yu Canghai's martial arts even higher than Master Zheng?"

A golden light flashed on Taoist Master Chongxu's face.

He was extremely annoyed by Yu Canghai.

But he also took a deep look at Master Fang Zheng's back.

Obviously, Master Fang Zheng is fishing.

The one I caught was Yu Canghai, a stupid fish.

He was so lively. He saw that even the last Beiyue Hengshan Sect in the Five Mountains Sword Sect in this conference was a big shot. People bowed to him wherever he went, but no one even heard of them in Qingcheng. Therefore, this time he tried to buy a good person. With the excuse of helping Master Fang Zheng, he dared to try to make Qun Hao have an illusion that Yu Canghai's light skills are more skillful than Master Fang Zheng, at least much faster than Master Fang Zheng.

"You, what do you want to do?" The man was shocked. He was just an ordinary porter. He didn't expect to be plotted by two martial arts masters. Therefore, he said in horror, "Oh, you dead short, you, let go."

As he spoke, blood was already seeping out of the corners of his mouth.

It turned out that Yu Canghai was anxious and tried to kill the man with the Qingcheng Sect's heart-destroying palm.

But as soon as he exhaled this internal skill, he immediately understood the plan.

How could this be a martial arts master?

But it's just a passerby who doesn't even know martial arts.

"You dare to be stubborn when things are about to come!" Yu Canghai felt a slight flashing on his face, and immediately exhaled three more success powers.

It's certain that it's embarrassing, but let's kill this guy first.

"Master Yu Guan, stop!" Master Fang Zheng was furious.

He was planning to do something about Yu Canghai, but he didn't expect that Yu Canghai would be so bold to kill people in front of the heroes.

He was just an ordinary passerby, not to mention that even people like him in the western frontier can't be hurt.

Yu Canghai, you are looking for death!

Master Fang Zheng didn't care about the sudden rise of the chasing crowd, and was running towards the mountain like a wisp of blue smoke. He made a mistake in his palms, slapped Yu Canghai's back heart, pushed the man's shoulder with one palm, and shouted again: "Master Yu Guan, I'm not a good martial arts thief, please stop, this is an ordinary person."
Chapter completed!