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"What?!"

"What did Lord Yezhou just say?"

"If I heard correctly, Lord Ye seems to have admitted that he has lost all his martial arts skills and is a useless person?"

"How is this possible?!"

In an instant, the disciples from various factions in the Ye Mansion Courtyard were discussing one after another and became a mess.

In the courtyard, Sun Qiuguo clenched his cigarette tightly, with veins protruding on the back of his hand.

This bastard boy, he has been telling him before that don't worry, it's okay, he has his own way, this is the way this kid came up with?

In this situation, Sun Qiuguo is not qualified to speak.

Not only the disciples of various sects couldn't believe it, but even Master Yonghe frowned. They thought about many situations and thought that Ye Yuntian would most likely refuse to admit it and try to evade it in every possible way. How could they have expected that Gu Hao would not follow the routine at all?

Card, just admit it openly and openly.

"Amitabha..."

For a moment, representatives from each faction didn’t know how to answer the call.

The Wu Kingdom respects martial arts, and the leader of a state is the strongest martial artist. This has been a long-standing consensus. If Ye Yunzhen becomes a useless person, he will naturally not be qualified to continue to serve as the leader of the state.

He should abdicate his position in favor of someone more worthy, but who is the first to speak out? Representatives of each faction have their own plans, and it is not easy to be the first person. Ye Yunzhen is useless, but what if he is deceiving them?

In the past, Ye Yuntian would definitely not have played such conspiracies, but now it is hard to say that Gu Hao gave them a completely different feeling.

The strongest one is indeed Zhujian Villa. After all, everyone in Yunzhou knows about the bad things between Lu Huai, Li Min and Ye Yuntian.

Lu Ming asked in a deep voice: "Lord Yezhou, is what you said true?"

"Of course, how can this kind of thing be used as a joke? Besides, don't you all see clearly how my health is now?"

Gu Hao sat on the chair, picked up the tureen on the coffee table and took a sip. He was calm and calm, as if what he was talking about had nothing to do with him.

When he appeared in the compound, the peeping eyes of representatives from various factions never stopped.

Since they wanted to see it, Gu Hao did not hide it and showed himself to these people openly, proving that he had no energy in his body.

Qin Jiu, who is at the pinnacle of first-class martial arts, can't figure out why. Otherwise, why would he take the initiative to send it to Yunxi Tower yesterday, and are he afraid that these people can see it?

The governor of a state usually serves a three-year term and is elected by military force within each state. There are also special circumstances, such as death or voluntary abdication, which can lead to change in advance.

Lu Ming: "Then Lord Ye took the initiative to tell the matter today because he knew that he was no longer capable of assuming the position of Lord of Yunzhou and planned to abdicate in favor of someone else?"

As soon as these words came out, it was like completely breaking up with Ye Yuntian.

The chaotic discussions among the disciples all disappeared, and there was silence. The atmosphere on the field was condensed. Representatives from each faction were waiting for Gu Hao's response.

If Ye Yunzhen loses all his martial arts skills and abdicates his position in order to protect himself, this is indeed very possible.

"Clang——!"

A sharp and harsh sound broke the silence and shocked everyone.

Some ordinary disciples from each faction standing at the back couldn't see the situation in front and didn't know what was going on. They thought Lord Ye was getting angry and smashing things.

It is true that something was smashed, but the person who smashed the thing was not Gu Hao, but Qin Jiu.

I saw that the wine jar was smashed to pieces, and the ceramic pieces were broken on the ground. There was not much wine on the ground. Qinjiu had already been drunk, so it was an empty jar.

"Qin Jiu, what are you doing?"

Lu Ming frowned, what was this drunkard doing? Is he drunk?

"Ha~"

Qin Jiu yawned and said with drunken eyes: "Lu Ming, this person can't be too powerful..."

Lu Ming: "What do you mean?"

Qin Jiu: "In the past, would you have dared to say this?"

If Lord Ye Yun hadn't admitted that he had lost all his martial arts skills, which of the people present would have just spoken with such an attitude?

Lu Ming: "You are drunk."

Qin Feiyu tugged on Qin Jiu's sleeves and whispered: "Uncle Ninth Master..."

He really couldn't understand what Uncle Ninth Master was doing out here at this time. The master had told him when he left that they didn't need to say anything or do anything this time, they could just wait quietly until the show was over.

Qin Jiu waved his hand gently, shook Qin Feiyu away, and shouted: "Master Yezhou, where is the wine?"

"Brother Qin, don't worry, there are enough wine stewards! Come and serve the wine..."

Gu Hao leaned back on the chair with a slight smile on his face. He made a fist with his right hand and supported his chin. He relaxed his posture and entered the movie-watching mode.

"Yes, uncle!"

The maid quickly presented the wine. Qin Jiu took it and took a sip, then smiled and said: "Lu Ming, if Lord Yezhou still has the power, I don't think you dare to let go of anything!"<

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"Qin Jiu, it seems you have a problem with what I said?"

Lu Ming asked: "The leader of a state cannot be held by a person who has lost all his martial arts skills. Isn't this the consensus of all states in the Wu Kingdom?"

It is said that it is the various states of Wu State, but it actually refers to the various factions in Yunzhou. Before their arrival, one village and nine factions had a private agreement.

Who would have thought that the Kunshan Sect would have a problem now? Lu Ming couldn't even figure out whether the problem was caused by the Kunshan Sect or Qin Jiu himself.

Qin Jiu: "So what if all the power is lost? As long as the muscles and veins are intact, recovery is only a matter of time. Why can't Lord Yezhou be given some time?"

"Since he can recover, he should ask Lord Ye to relieve himself of all burdens, recuperate at home, and strive for an early recovery. The position of state leader is too tiring for him."

Lu Ming had a bit of sarcasm on his face. Even if he could recover, to what extent he could recover was still a question.

As warriors, they all know the concept of losing all their power. Even if such serious injuries are cured, they will leave serious sequelae that will last a lifetime.

It has been nearly a month since Ye Yuntian returned from Fengzhou, and his body still hasn't recovered any energy. Is it really going to take ten or eight years for him to recover?

"One month, give Lord Yezhou one month. By then, no matter what you say or do, I won't care..."

Qin Jiu took another sip of wine and said fiercely: "But not now!"

Want to protect Ye Yuntian?

This is tantamount to standing on the opposite side of the nine factions of Yunzhou. Can you protect it?

"Qin Jiu, do you know what you are doing?"

Lu Ming smiled. Being drunk can only be used as an excuse. At their level, how could they be fascinated by a mere bit of alcohol?

"GuluGulu..."

Qin Jiu ignored Lu Ming and drank alone.

"It seems that we have different opinions. In this case, let's stick to the old rules..."

Lu Ming stood up and took his black iron giant sword from the hands of several Sword Forging Villa disciples beside him. Because the sword was too heavy, the chair could not bear it at all.

The country of Wu respects military force. Is there any disagreement?

Simple!

Just have a fight and convince people with your strength.

Qinjiu has no outstanding achievements. The most famous thing is that hundreds of wine merchants came together to Kunshan to collect debts.

Only then did it become known to outsiders that the Kunshan sect actually had such a martial arts genius who was delayed by wine.

Everyone in Yunzhou said that Kunshan Qinjiu's martial arts talent was extraordinary, but Lu Ming didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just the words of Qin Youdao's family.

Lao Wang sells his own melons and boasts about himself, who can't do this?

"I have always heard that Elder Qin Jiu of the Kunshan Sect is extremely talented. I wonder if I will have the opportunity to learn from him today?"

Lu Ming gently put the black iron sword in front of him, with the tip of the sword facing down, and a crater was made in the rocks on the ground. The sword weighed at least several hundred kilograms.

Ye Yuntian is dead, and the only person on the field who can definitely defeat him at this time is Master Yonghe of the Xuanguang Sect. The rest of the people are at most on par with him. If you don't fight, you won't know the outcome.

If you only practice martial arts without fighting, and have no actual combat experience, no matter how high your talent is, it will be the same.

Lu Ming didn't even pay attention to Qin Jiu, a genius who relied entirely on his master's bragging. His sword was already thirsty...

Others did not say anything to stop them. They were curious about whether the ninth disciple, who had always been loved and hated by Qin Youdao, was really as talented as he said, or whether he was exaggerating.

"I knew..."

Qin Jiu sighed. After all, he still had to fight. He took a swig of wine and staggered up with the wine jar in his arms.

"Uncle Ninth Master, you..."

Qin Feiyu was about to cry. Didn't Uncle Ninth always say that they were here to watch a show on the way here? Why is Uncle Ninth himself going on stage now?

Qin Jiu glanced at the Qi Kunshan disciples and said angrily: "Look at how shabby you are, I am your uncle after all, and you don't trust your elders so much?"

A group of disciples in Kunshan: "..."

Qin Feiyu and the others didn't dare to speak. It wasn't that they couldn't trust their own master, they just couldn't trust this ninth uncle.
To be continued...