"?"
Behind him, the faces of a large number of people from the eighteen sects could not stop trembling.
Li Wuxia, the master of Xuantian Hall, had an expression on his face as if he had eaten cake and couldn't vomit it and couldn't swallow it.
"call……"
Saint Qiongyu and Saint Son Wujiang stared at Liu Qingfeng. If their eyes could kill, they would have killed him more than seven thousand times.
In the distance, a group of people including Xiao Jingyi, Ferry Du and his son, Yuan Yourong, and Qing Xuan also looked embarrassed.
Which onion is this...? With your level of cultivation, if a low-level disciple tortures you eight hundred times, how big of a figure is that demon Xin Zhuo? Do you want to see what you are talking about? Is it really appropriate?
suitable!
At least Liu Qingfeng thought so, and he even added fuel to the fire: "Zhuo'er, do you know you were wrong?"
"Qingfeng!" Chu Siniang carefully pulled him and transmitted the message into the secret, "Have you lost your mind and gone crazy?"
Liu Qingfeng turned a deaf ear and just looked at Xin Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo smiled bitterly in his heart. This master wanted to save face, but frankly speaking, he had two masters in his life. "Wang Yuejing" was a silent master, and Liu Qingfeng was his enlightenment mentor who became a martial immortal. , although his realm is not high, he has almost mastered all his "lostness" from Yinxu to Hunyuanxu, so he still respectfully replied: "The disciple knows his mistake, the master is happy, everything is fine!"
Liu Qingfeng showed his true feelings and said with emotion: "With your cultivation level, I am a junior in front of you, but I still have to say that you are wrong!
Your fault is that you don't know how to protect yourself, you don't know how to protect yourself, you don't know how to play both sides, and you don't know how to bend and stretch. That's why you have caused so many troubles. You have been very tired these years, right? However, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. I am very pleased that you have achieved what you have achieved today. There is a saying that goes well..."
As the sun sets, under the ancient city of Nanli City, on the huge and vast plain, in front of one to two million people, the master teaches his apprentices with their earnest words.
Disciple Yuanji Liulin is a mid-level master of the Holy Son level!
The master is in the Hunyuanxu realm and is an ordinary elder of a super sect. He was beaten violently by his apprentice's men before and was unable to walk for several days.
The atmosphere is somewhat weird.
Until the master finished speaking, the disciple stood up and saluted: "Disciple, be taught!"
Liu Qingfeng felt extremely relieved, and then looked at Chu Siniang, Chu Zongwei, and Li Guofu behind her: "My disciple is still very good!"
A group of people laughed together awkwardly.
Liu Qingfeng looked at Li Wuxia again: "What do you think, Master Li?"
Li Wuxia seemed to have swallowed a piece of "shit" and finally wanted to turn his head and curse, "Speak of a ball", but when he glanced at Xin Zhuo from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but feel frightened, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold Liu Qingfeng's hand. : "What Uncle Liu said makes sense!"
Okay, I've called him uncle. He is actually twenty-eight years older than Liu Qingfeng.
"Very good! You two..." Liu Qingfeng looked at Wujiang and Qiongyu coldly.
Wujiang and Qiongyu kept their faces straight and remained silent. Quan pretended they didn't see him, but they didn't dare to look at him.
Liu Qingfeng stroked his beard and smiled, and sent a message to Misin Zhuo: "Zhuo'er, as the saying goes, a disciple is like a son. The ancients said that he teaches his son in front of his face and his wife behind his back. Isn't it too much to do for a teacher?"
"Not too much at all."
Xin Zhuo's mind was swaying at the moment. Liu Qingfeng's words might sound like nonsense to outsiders, but they spoke to his heart, and... He looked at Liu Qingfeng's face in surprise. This master is obviously a Hunyuan virtual warrior, but he gives him a strange sense of unfathomableness and a spoof of the human world. Yes, at this moment, the two of them have their hands connected. This master's hands are very steady, even better than he is now. Yuanji's hands are still steady, and his body is not as excited and nervous as it appears on the surface. Instead, his heartbeat is calm, and his meridians are as calm as a jar of stagnant water, even as if he is asleep. The contrast between the outside and the inside is too great. Big, this...
After a while, Xin Zhuo gave up his random thoughts, chuckled, and said in all directions: "As long as the master is happy, everything is fine. If the master is unhappy, the disciples can kill all the people present, refine their souls, and bury their bodies in the pit. , suppressed forever!”
"Uncle Liu is a great talent! The younger generation admires him greatly!"
Qiongyu and Wujiang stepped forward almost at the same time, saluting respectfully, with twisted expressions. Instead of dying tragically, it was better to be flexible and flexible.
"Very good!" Liu Qingfeng was delighted.
"Does the master still have any teachings?" Xin Zhuo asked.
Liu Qingfeng shook his head: "No, what are Zhuoer's preparations?"
The breath of Xin Zhuo's respectful disciples disappeared, and he jumped into the air. A "yin stone" popped out. He glanced at it, and then the sound was like a loud bell, sweeping across all directions: "Every disciple of Daluo Dayan, press into the city! Mr. Zhuge, the supreme birdman, You will lead the army to quickly attack and destroy the three kingdoms of Jing, Qi and Song!
When the eight kingdoms of Zhou, Jing, Qi, Song, Feng, Wei, Tang, and Yi are unified, and two million warriors of hundreds of battles have been refined, they will set off soon to fight against Da Qian and restore peace to the world! "
"Here!"
Mr. Zhuge's group and nearly one million Zhou troops shouted loudly.
The expressions of Da Luo, Dayan disciples and even a dozen Saint Son-level masters changed drastically.
Xin Zhuo, do you really want to fight hard?
…
The Great Zhou Dynasty is exactly six thousand six hundred and sixty-six miles to the west.
Taohuawu.
There are no peach blossoms in late autumn, even if the peaches are ripe, they should be eaten. However, Bai Wangjie, the lord of Heyang City, who is nicknamed "Peach and Li Buddha", sent a mission to please His Royal Highness Prince Jing of the Daqian Dynasty and Miss Zhou Waner of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Martial arts masters killed twelve wind-controlling demonic beasts. Qingke's famous peach blossoms were brought from northern Xinjiang. They were in full bloom and filled with fragrance.
Taohuawu is an elegant manor outside Heyang City, and Heyang City is the military center where the Daqian Holy Dynasty destroyed the twenty-seven Eastern countries.
As of yesterday, His Highness Prince Jing had swept through nineteen countries and killed thirty sects and more than nine hundred and eighty independent warriors.
This is a thrilling and terrifying feat. It only waits for the eight countries in the east to be pacified, and the Daqian Holy Dynasty to basically unify the central land of Donghua Mingyu. It has a vast territory of 200,000 miles, controls hundreds of millions of people, and educates the world. , Dare to compete with the Holy Land and Cave Heaven.
Bai Wangjie is convinced of this.
At this moment, he was squatting in front of Taohuawu like a servant. He glanced at the Zuixian Pavilion inside and saw five figures sitting in the pavilion, three women and two men, all of them powerful. Anyone could do it. Kill him eight times with one finger.
At this moment, a maid came carefully carrying the fruit. Wang Baijie snatched it, straightened up her appearance, and walked in respectfully. The voices in the pavilion suddenly stopped. His heart skipped a beat, and he walked cautiously into the pavilion and knelt on the ground: "Prince Jing, Zhou Neicheng and all distinguished guests please use it."
There is no trace of the majesty of being the lord of a city with a large number of soldiers.
Ji Pixuan waved his sleeves and said impatiently: "Step back, you are not allowed to re-enter!"
"Here!"
Wang Baijie immediately ran out.
Ji Pixuan then looked at the crowd, waved his brocade sleeves, and said with a smile: "The news of the peace of the Eight Kingdoms should come soon. How can we stabilize the border affairs? You may wish to continue talking!"
"A lot has been said, but I think it's better to wait until the news of the Pacification of the Eight Kingdoms comes."
Said a woman wearing a blue robe from the Daqian Internal Affairs Office, with delicate facial features, single eyelids, and a small cherry mouth, but her words and deeds were extremely clear-cut.
This person is Zhou Wan'er, the inner minister of the Daqian Internal Affairs Office, and one of the personal female officials of His Majesty the Empress of the Daqian Holy Dynasty.
Sitting across from him were two men and one woman. The man's features were soft and unnaturally beautiful. They were Lu Qinghou, the middle saint of Tianji Holy Land, and the man who danced in "Qingshuang".
One of the women was slender, with a straight back and hair tied in loose hair. She seemed to be stern and serious, but she was actually an acquaintance, Qing Ge, the owner of the seventh floor of Baixiao Tower.
The last woman was dressed in white, with a full head of black hair tied into a man bun. She had a delicate face, but a little baby fat, and her clear eyes had a somewhat complicated color, but her aura that disappeared and appeared was no less than that of Lu Qinghou. .
Ji Pixuan ignored the words of Zhou Wan'er, the female official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and only looked at the fat baby girl, smiling calmly: "Bai Xuanji, you were tested in the Great Zhou Dynasty, you knew the affairs of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and you practiced the art of war in Tianxuan Holy Land. Come and see if there are any disturbances?"
The baby-fat woman cupped her hands and replied: "Back to Mr. Ji..."
Ji Pixuan shook his head and reminded: "King Qianjing!"
The fat baby girl was silent for a moment and said: "His Royal Highness Prince Jing, if we look at military tactics alone, there is no hope for the Great Zhou Dynasty. If you ask whether there will be any trouble, I dare not say for sure."
"That's right. If it weren't for His Majesty's weird thoughts and some damn grudges, I could defeat him in a single battle. How come there are so many troubles? Ping is waiting here for nothing."
Ji Pixuan stood up, walked to the pavilion, and looked at the peach blossoms outside, "I will make a bet with you. I bet that within three days at the latest, the news of the pacification of the Great Zhou Dynasty will definitely come."
Lu Qinghou smiled and said, "Why is Your Highness so confident?"
Ji Pixuan said coldly: "The incompetent people in Dazhou are all a group of mediocre people. It can be determined in an instant. After wasting so much time, if Daluo Dayan and the people in Fuxian Palace are not pacified, could it be that they grew up eating shit? "
"Incompetent?" Lu Qinghou crossed his legs and said, "Isn't Xin Zhuo born in Dazhou? That kid is still somewhat capable!"
"You have some ability! At least you beat me in the stone bet in the Holy City."
Ji Pi There are many people there.
Even the father and son who were swinging the boat and Xiao Jingyi were enough to kill him. How could he fight against the heroes of the Seven Kingdoms and a group of low-ranking saint sons and saintess masters? "
"Your Highness!" Zhou Waner, the female official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, changed her face slightly.
"I almost forgot, this boy is good-looking, and he can make girls happy, but I hate this kind of freeloader the most in my life. If we meet him another day, I will kill him!"
Ji Pixuan dismissed it.
"Report!"
At this moment, an expert from outside appeared in a flash, knelt down and reported: "There is news from the eight countries in the east!"
"It's finally here." Ji Pixuan was slightly shaken and asked condescendingly: "Why has there been no news in the past few months?"
The Daqian master hesitated and said: "The main route from the Eight Kingdoms to here was blocked by two mysterious old men. Later, a dog demon came to cause trouble, and all the letters to and from it disappeared!"
"Okay!" Ji Pixuan looked relaxed, "Let's talk about it. When was it pacified? Was the Great Zhou royal family wiped out?"
Lu Qinghou and Qing Ge also looked over.
The Daqian master looked stunned and said hesitantly: "The Great Zhou was not pacified, but the Seven Kingdoms were destroyed by... the Great Zhou! There was a man named Xin Zhuo there, Da Luo, Dayan and all the masters of the Holy Land Dongtian were all destroyed He captured them, and the eight countries were unified by him yesterday. Now there are 2.18 million soldiers, 6,000 generals and more than 1,800 warriors, and the momentum is huge."
There was a deathly silence in the pavilion.
(End of chapter)
