Following King Huai of Chu, in addition to his father-in-law Qian and other guards, there were also several high-ranking Chu officials.
They are Grand Master Wang, Prime Minister Zhang, Protector of the Country, Shiro of the Ministry of War and others.
"Pay homage to the King of Chu."
The cultivators bowed their hands slightly, but no one really knelt down. After all, they were practitioners. Although their cultivation was mediocre, they still had the arrogance of thinking they were superior to ordinary people.
The King of Chu was slightly displeased, but he did not show any anger. He just raised his hands slightly toward them, then came to the competition stage and said: "You continue to compete, don't be restrained, I am just here to take a look."
Seeing that he had no airs, the cultivators secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, more than half of the competition had passed, and the next step was the five-person competition.
"Little Taoist, I remember that you are young and your cultivation is not easy. If you know how to retreat when faced with difficulties, surrender early to avoid being severely beaten by me."
The one who was fighting with Lin Jingzhe was the bald old monk who had just mocked him. At this time, the old monk's expression was not at all amiable.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord." Lin Jingzhe raised his hands and said: "Although my cultivation in the small way is mediocre, I also know that there is no word of surrender between competitions. Since you want to compete, then let your subordinates see the real rules."
Without saying a word, he waved his hand to summon a bunch of water arrows and swept them towards the bald old monk.
When fighting with others, he doesn't like to talk too much, but he likes to keep silent and just do it.
"Anita Buddha, if the path only has these means, it is better to surrender early. Otherwise, don't blame the poor monk for being cruel." The bald old monk muttered: "Golden Bell Cover."
Before he finished speaking, a golden light shone over his body.
"break!"
Lin Jingzhe let out a deep cry, controlled the water arrow technique, and blasted a hole directly towards a location, and then, the water arrows went in through the hole.
Just hearing a pig's cry of "Ah yo", the old monk flew backwards directly behind him.
The competition was still in full swing, and soon after, the other teams decided the winner.
The winner is another old man wearing a round hat. The old man has long white beards on both sides of his mouth.
The old man looked at the two men and women in front of him, whose combined age was less than half his age, and coughed: "We are juniors. If we don't admit defeat now, when will we wait?"
The woman chuckled lightly, looked at the old man, and said, "If we admit defeat, are you sure that you are the opponent of the national master who has a great time playing with crickets?" ? "
Hearing this, many people looked at the Imperial Master who was fighting crickets leisurely in a corner, and they were all stunned. The Imperial Master always felt something strange, and his careless expression seemed to be indifferent to everything. But no one dared to underestimate him, because the aura on his body was difficult to see clearly.
Putting aside his cultivation level, this middle-aged man who fights crickets was actually worshiped as a national master by the Chu State. Could it be that besides being able to fight crickets, what else is special about him?
King Huai of Chu and others were already used to being surprised by the imperial master's sudden trick of transforming into a cricket and teasing him.
And those old men were very knowledgeable, and they were slightly shocked. The national master actually had a shining silver ring on his finger.
"Whether I am a national master opponent or not, we will wait until I win over you, a little girl." After the white-bearded old man finished speaking, he directly threw out a ray of light and struck the young woman's head with a thunderbolt.
Fire attribute, fire sword technique.
boom!
The woman had just avoided the loophole of the five-on-five test, but now she was directly challenged by the white-bearded old man.
In the old man's mind, the young Taoist priest who could defeat the old man at the seventh level of Qi training with one move must have some hidden strength. Therefore, for the sake of stability, he directly challenged the woman who was only at the sixth level of Qi training.
However, he seemed to have underestimated this woman's ability. He saw the woman's hands surging, and then she summoned a stream of white mist. As the white mist rolled, it enveloped the seemingly terrifying fire knife without stopping. It hit the white-bearded old man directly.
The white-bearded old man groaned and was knocked out, falling outside the venue and unconscious.
"Another move."
Several other casual cultivators were stunned. Are young people today so fierce?
Lin Jingzhe didn't see what the white mist was coming out of the woman's palms, but he always felt that the white mist was a little weird, but he couldn't figure out what the weirdness was.
"We are the only two left now." The woman looked at Lin Jingzhe in the audience and said calmly.
"Yeah." Lin Jingzhe responded.
"But I don't want to fight you." The woman replied again: "I give up the fight."
After saying that, he walked off the competition stage and left directly.
Everyone looked at the retreating figure with confused expressions on their faces.
Lin Jingzhe won the first place inexplicably. She felt that everything was unrealistic and felt that everything was arranged by someone.
He rubbed his nose, looked at the leisurely Imperial Master, and thought to himself: "What kind of cultivation is he?"
It was getting dark, and the final challenge to the national master was scheduled for tomorrow.
Therefore, King Huai of Chu held a banquet in the palace and tried his best to persuade those casual cultivators who had failed in the competition to retain them. He agreed to give them an official and a half-job.
King Chu Huai was very decisive in retaining talents. Almost every casual cultivator who agreed to stay in the Chu Court could be enshrined and given an official position. Even if the casual cultivators could not stay in the Chu Palace due to something else, I was also given a pack of money as a gift.
Those casual cultivators burst into tears of gratitude. After all, they all chose to join the imperial court because of their limited cultivation talents, and became the worshipers of the imperial court in the mortal world.
The banquet ended at Hai, and a large group of casual cultivators returned to their houses where they were resting after being extremely drunk.
Lin Jingzhe just took a breath for a while, which was considered polite. He had a competition tomorrow, so he left early.
When he compares tomorrow, he doesn't know if he is qualified for the position of the national master. After all, the national master looks unfathomable and seems to be no worse than the old witch.
It's night, midnight.
In the quiet imperial garden, there is a pool of water, with clear ripples and bright bottom.
Suddenly, several extremely small screams came out from the surrounding houses, causing ripples on the clear and bright lake.
Soon, a group of soldiers broke into the Imperial Garden under the cover of night and directly surrounded the residence of the casual cultivators in the Imperial Garden.
However, they cleverly bypassed other rooms and rushed directly to Lin Jingzhe's residence. They heard a man shout: "Demon, come out and die."
Lin Jingzhe, who had already gone to bed, naturally did not notice the movement outside, but he did set up a simple formation in the room.
This formation can make him suddenly wake up from his dream as long as someone from outside opens the door and comes in.
The guard who opened his mouth to speak saw no reply from the person in the room. He was stunned for a while and thought to himself, could it be that the Taoist was still resting? If so, God help me.
As if he had already rehearsed it, he shouted: "Everyone, follow me in and catch the demon."
After saying that, Bendang broke into the door first and slashed towards the bed with a knife.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, flames shot into the sky, and a charred figure flew backwards from the broken door until it hit many people, and then stopped its retreat.
Lin Jingzhe was already very careful. He only used less than one-tenth of his strength, but the guard was just an ordinary person after all.
From the moment the guard broke through the door, he had already touched the formation inside. Lin Jingzhe suddenly woke up, flipped his palm and threw a fireball.
The moment the fireball was thrown, Na grabbed the sword beside the bed, came to the door, and looked at the soldier who was waiting solemnly.
He looked at everyone in confusion and asked, "What are you doing?"
He never takes off his robe when sleeping, because it contains many of his trump cards.
"Demon Dao, don't pretend to be innocent. Even if you are capable of reaching the sky, you will still be unable to fly. We have notified the National Master and he is already on his way.
"Demon? Imperial Master?" Lin Jingzhe frowned, still a little confused.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, Xiaodao has not done anything out of the ordinary. It seems a little inappropriate for you to suddenly lead people to surround my residence."
"Hmph, you still have to pretend that nothing happened. Just now we saw you wearing a Taoist robe outside Concubine Li's palace, cruelly hurting Concubine Li and her child, and running away here."
Li Fei? The dead prince?
This is obviously frame-up.
He closed his eyes, stretched out his consciousness, and his expression suddenly sank. He was dead. In the Royal Garden, more than a dozen casual cultivators, without exception, all fell to death in a pool of blood.
"You killed them?"
"Who killed them?"
These soldiers obviously knew nothing. It seemed that the peace behind the Chu Palace was not as peaceful as it seemed.
Someone wants to frame him. Who else can he do besides the national master?
"Why don't you think it was someone else who killed your concubine Li, but me?"
"Our guard general said that you are who you are. Moreover, those casual cultivators who compete with you are all drunk, so they have no ability to do bad things."
A few soldiers were just shouting, but no one was trying to make the first move. After all, the guard general who fell on the ground was a clear representative.
Guard, there is indeed something wrong with that man.
Lin Jingzhe thought to himself, then suddenly took action, summoning the wind control technique, blowing up the sand on the ground, covering his sight. When he came to the guard, he grabbed him with his hands, shook him, and returned to the door of his residence.
This happened only in an instant. Before the soldiers could react, they only felt that there was flying sand and rocks in front of them, and it was chaotic.
Subconsciously, they retreated in panic. When the feeling of flying sand and rocks dissipated, they looked closely and saw that a large area of the torches in the brothers' hands had been extinguished at that moment.
The venue fell into darkness again.
They focused their attention and looked ahead, and vaguely saw a figure on the hand of the Taoist in front.
"It's General Zhang."
Someone shouted.
"Tell me, who ordered you to come here." Lin Jingzhe looked at General Zhang in his hand and said coldly.
When General Zhang saw that his life had fallen into Lin Jingzhe's hands, he felt panicked and said quickly: "Yes, it was Prime Minister Zhang who asked me to do this."
"Prime Minister Zhang?" Lin Jingzhe frowned. He did not offend Prime Minister Zhang.
General Zhang seemed to be very spineless and summoned the culprit immediately.
"Why did you frame me?"
"Zhang, Master Zhang said you are too much of a hindrance."
"You want to kill me if you get in the way?"
"Also, and..."
Before he finished speaking, dozens of masked men rushed out of several rooms. Without saying a word, those masked men drew out their bright silver knives and killed the confused soldiers on the side.
There was a scream, and before the soldiers could resist, their bodies were stabbed and fell into a pool of blood.
But soon, other soldiers reacted, picked up their weapons, and launched a desperate struggle with the masked man.
Everything happened too fast. Before Lin Jingzhe could react or intervene to stop the masked men from fighting, there was a sound of breaking down the house from behind. A man with a dead face rushed up and punched him. .
Lin Jingzhe threw aside the frightened general Zhang Shou, and waved a large number of rockets towards the dead man's face...
