"Prince Ping?" Zhang Shouxin's expression changed slightly and he said, "He is notoriously greedy and lustful."
"Sun Zhengyao uses it for his name, and Prince Ping should promise it for profit!" Xue Huochen had made up his mind and no longer hesitated, "Go to the storehouse and take out the Yinghuo knife."
Zhang Shouxin was startled, but couldn't help but said: "Headmaster, why do you still have to..."
"Do you also think that I have gone my own way and lost my mind?" Xue Kuchen frowned and wanted to scold him, but then thought of something and shook his head, "Forget it, you are already the chief, and you will inherit the position of head teacher in the future. Look, You will know it when you read the classics and files, so I will reveal it to you first."
Zhang Shouxin was stunned.
"Every few hundred years, there will be a catastrophe in the world," Xue Huoshen took a deep breath, "We mortals are inherently deficient and have no power to resist in the face of catastrophes. Only Shinto can resist catastrophes!"
Zhang Shouxin became more and more confused: "Since it has been hundreds of years..."
"Do you know that in this world, the positions of the four emperors will not be complete, because once the four gods are here and the world is complete, it means that the catastrophe is coming! The Xiyue Emperor ascends the throne, which is a sign of the catastrophe! If the divine way is not protected, , once it is affected, it will be too late to regret it! Now the Shinto has an order, and we must carry it out. If you want to take it, you must give it first!"
Xue You sighed deeply: "This tiger-destroying king is my certificate of submission to Huangliang Road!"
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There is no airtight wall in the world. Xue Kouchen gave orders back and forth, and there was movement in the entire Huangliang Road from top to bottom, and he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.
"The person who pretended to be Chen Shiji?"
After Chen Shiyou, the second son of Jingyang Hou, got the news, he frowned: "This man killed Gu Cangqiong, the elders of Huangliang Road, the mountain god, and the great worshiper of Huangren! Such a murderous person , I’m afraid it’s not easy to get the news from him, so I might as well forget it.”
There were two people following him, one was a thin scholar named Pinhui, who was in charge of the Jingyang Marquis Mansion, and had the title of chief registrar; the other was a guard of the Marquis Mansion, named Jiang Hong, who had the title of Dutou.
"How can this be so?" Jiang Hong immediately disagreed: "I came here just to find the prince! How can I ignore the person pretending to be the prince when he comes?"
Chen Shiyou sneered and said: "Chen Shiji was pretended to have fought several battles, which made his father Hou Kong happy. He sent several letters home to inquire about him, but he couldn't be found. How long has it been, and he is still alive? I don’t know which valley he has left to rot at the bottom of a cliff to accompany his mother.”
Jiang Hong frowned and said: "Second Young Master, be careful what you say! My late mistress is also your aunt!"
Displeasure flashed through Chen Shiyou's eyes, and he said, "I said the wrong thing, and I deserve to be punished." Then, he changed the topic, "Jiang Guards, why don't you go and inquire about it to see if there is any chance of contacting the Tiger Destroyer. Asking for news about my brother."
"good!"
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Many visitors can feel that the atmosphere in Huangliang Road is getting more and more depressing.
I don’t know where the news came from, saying that the senior Su Lao from the two peaks of the mountain and the seven most powerful Xiantian warriors in Huangliang Dao had been killed by the Mountain Destroyer Chen Shen at the foot of the mountain!
"As far as I know, it has been less than an hour since the old men came down from the mountain! An hour! Even seven pigs, it takes a lot of effort to kill them, right? Seven warriors at the peak of innateness, just say no, and they are gone? "
Jiang Hong, Qianjin Sanren, He Lu and others were mixed in the crowd. Listening to others' comments, they also felt that the situation was confusing.
Everyone had different thoughts at the moment.
Suddenly, at the edge of the vestibule square, a middle-aged man with a bare upper body and a tattoo of a dragon strutted out, carrying a thick-backed sword. He jumped up and down to the mountain gate, and disappeared after another move.
"Prince Ping!? Where is he going?"
This man was called Ping Wang because he came from the Daning clan. He had great talent in martial arts since he was a child. He became a grand master at the age of thirty-seven. Now he is nearly sixty. Because of his superb martial arts, he looks like he is still in his prime.
Among the crowd, there was a handsome young man wearing a green shirt, holding a folding fan in his hand, Shi Shiran said: "What King Ping is holding is one of Huangliang Dao's most precious spiritual weapons, called Yinghuo Dao, which ranks among the divine weapons in the world. "
"Why did the treasure of Huangliang Road escape from his hands? Is it because Huangliang Road blocked the tiger-destroying king?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was moved.
But before taking action, many disciples came out and persuaded the idlers in the square to go back to their houses.
Immediately, some people were dissatisfied and said: "We are not subject to the control of your Huangliang Road!"
Then a Huangliang disciple said: "Then please come down the mountain! This order is also the intention of the Divine Court. If you want to disobey it, there is no need to participate in the Divine Ceremony."
"Who knows how to use Shenting to suppress others, pretending to be powerful..."
This man in the world is used to being brave and ruthless, even if he bows his head under pressure, he still has to shout twice.
However, many of them did not live in Shanmen, so many people were crowded into many houses, making it noisy.
But today's Huangliang Dao disciples no longer care about getting angry with these people. At most, they send a few outer disciples to guard the entrances of each wing, while the neatly dressed elite disciples each hold a piece of bamboo. The cards were arranged horizontally and vertically on the huge front square, and then they sat down one by one.
jingle.
After a crisp sound, white mist gathered from the mountains and filled the square, as if covering every disciple with a thick layer of mist, protecting them inside.
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Prince Ping's movement skills are unparalleled in the world. As soon as everyone was driven into their respective houses, he was already shining. Feeling the movement of the long sword in his hand, he was both happy and worried.
"Huang Liangdao even took out this thing, which means that this person is really difficult to deal with. I have to be more careful. If I can fight, I will fight. If I can't fight, I will make friends..."
Just as he was thinking about it, he felt a palpitation in his heart for no reason, and he involuntarily slowed down.
In front, a young man wearing a gray Taoist robe was walking in the mountains. Prince Ping's vision suddenly blurred. When he concentrated again, the young Taoist was already in front of him, his eyes like water, staring at him!
Shocked in his heart, King Ping turned his forward momentum into a retreat. After pulling away, he raised his long sword with a guarded face.
Chen Yuan's eyes flashed with golden light, and he understood: "It turns out he is a great master. Doesn't it mean that Huangliang Dao has no master?"
"This person is called King Ping, but he is not from Huangliang Road."
The old voice came, and Sun Zhengyao, who was dressed in black robe, came quickly, came to Chen Yuan's side, bowed and said: "Although this person is very greedy, he has rarely done any evil. I hope you can be merciful and stay." With his life, after all, there are not many great masters in the world, they are all pillars of humanity."
"Old man Sun, you..."
Prince Ping was dumbfounded for a moment. A great master of martial arts was performing discipleship ceremony in front of a young Taoist!
And you haven't even fought yet, so you're begging for mercy? What kind of number is this?
He immediately realized the danger, held his breath and looked at Chen Yuan.
This time, King Ping looked very carefully and immediately noticed the fierce aura on the opponent's body, and then the psychic long knife in his hand actually trembled and screamed!
At this moment, his swords merged into one, and his spiritual thoughts grew. In a trance, he seemed to see a purple-robed Taoist sitting upright in the void. He was suppressing the world and had unparalleled momentum. He just stretched out his hand and fell like a mountain, crushing himself!
Cold sweat fell from his forehead. Prince Ping took a deep breath, swung his long knife and thrust it into the ground.
"do not fight!"
King Ping surrendered much faster than his body skills.
The people in the mountain gate heard the news not long after entering the house. They knew that King Ping rushed all the way and gave up when he got in front of them. They couldn't help but feel outrageous!
"Why would Prince Ping do such an outrageous thing?"
The young man in green shirt counted his fingers and frowned.
Someone noticed his expression and asked, "Master Tianji, you have always tried your best. Do you know why?"
"The divine strategy shows that Prince Ping is a man of purity, which means that he has self-knowledge and is not involved in danger." Mr. Tianji's face showed a look of shock, "Doesn't that mean..."
Before the words were spoken, several people standing at the window suddenly started to commotion.
Others squeezed over to take a look, and saw several more figures outside the mountain gate. The leader was wearing a gray Taoist robe, with long hair flying, followed by two great masters, Sun Zhengyao and Ping Wang, one on the left and one on the right, walking quickly. OK.
"Is this the Tiger-Destroying King? He looks so young and handsome!"
"Those are Mr. Sun and Prince Ping? Why are they following behind like a long-term follower?"
"Surrendered to the enemy?"
"It's really Mr. Chen!"
Qianjin Sanren looked at him from a distance and recognized Chen Yuan, so he and He Lu looked at each other.
"Is it so fierce? Are you really going to kill Huang Liangdao?"
In the room next to him, there was Jiang Hong with a surprised look on his face.
"Why does this man look exactly like the prince? It's just that his temperament is completely different!"
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In front of the mountain gate, Chen Yuan suddenly stopped and looked up at San'e Peak in the distance.
Among the clouds and mist, one can vaguely see a magnificent altar, which seems to be surrounded by several statues of gods. It is shrouded in a dim light, making it difficult to see clearly.
"Is that the Divine Altar? According to Taoist Master Gui Yuanzi, it is also called the Climbing Platform. Although the Xiyue Emperor is named Xiyue, his divine court is not on the mountain, but deep in the sky. The only way to reach the sky is through this Climbing Platform Only then can we get in touch.”
Withdrawing his gaze, Chen Yuan looked forward again.
At the top of the ancient mountain gate are three dragons and phoenixes.
Huang Liangdao!
Chen Yuan's eyes touched the three words, and he noticed the strong thoughts of sustenance in them. He vaguely seemed to outline a dreamland, and he had the courage to accept the poor people from all over the world as one hometown!
However, this spirit has dried up.
"Pity."
Only then did his eyes pass through the mountain gate.
In the spacious front courtyard square, a disciple named Huangliang sat, all of them full of vitality and blood, with impressive martial arts attainments, reflecting the sect's heritage.
They each live in one place, just like the intersection on a chessboard. Each one is a fulcrum, forming a huge formation!
A light mist enveloped everyone, and the power of Taihua Mountain's earth veins blessed it, forming a shield to protect the disciples.
A pair of sharp eyes filled with hatred and anger focused on Chen Yuan. Regardless of male or female, every Huangliang disciple had their resentment written on their faces, and they were entangled through the formation, brewing something.
The next moment, a majestic artistic conception filled the air and wrapped around him, trying to pin him down on the spot!
Qianjin Sanren, Jiang Hong and others who were watching from a distance suddenly became upset and angry, their heart energy was robbed, and their energy and blood were not flowing smoothly.
At this time, Xue Guoshen's voice sounded: "Jie Shanjun, since you have come to my Taihua Mountain today, don't think about leaving."
He stood on the stone steps behind the disciples. He was also protected by white mist. His expression was gloomy, but there was no anger in his words, and there was a deep calm.
"Good momentum! Good spirit! Good will! It seems that you have made a decision, so I won't say any nonsense, so I will break your heart and suppress your spirit! See a real seal on your hand! "
boom!
Thunder suddenly sounded at Chen Yuan's feet, and the entire mountain gate seemed to shake!
