Anzuo's skin didn't look like someone from the Western Regions at all. In Zhao Rang's opinion, his skin was even better maintained than the princess Amani. Recently, the most popular secret recipe for youth among the royal families and nobles of the Western Regions is pearl powder. Of course, there are no pearls in the Western Regions. They have to be transported across the mountains and seas from the south of Dawei. Each pearl costs one tael of gold.
But his skin is like a fine pearl, flawless, round and delicate.
Such a pearl-like face had cracks because of Ximen Dazhuang's words. Like cracked earth, Anzuo's entire face became uncoordinated.
Everyone has their own taboos. Anzuo hated people calling him "boy" the most in his life. The whiter his face, the crueler his heart. He even had the ashes of the person who laughed at him like this at the beginning, so he didn't hear these three words for many years. 1
Now that Ximen Dazhuang said it so openly, although Anzuo tried his best to control his emotions, he still couldn't suppress the twitching of the most vulnerable part of his heart.
Fortunately, at this time, the leader and his maid brought food and wine.
There is a bottle of amethyst wine in front of everyone. It is the kind that Mr. Wang San was reluctant to drink in Taihe.
After such an interruption, Anzuo calmed down again, poured himself a glass of wine, squatted over the wine glass and said to everyone:
"We are here today with many distinguished guests. As the protector and general manager of the divine sect, I would like to offer a toast to all of you distinguished guests!"
After Zhao Rang finished drinking, he said:
"It turns out that Prince Anzuo is the manager!"
Anzuo asked:
"Who does Master Zhao think he is?"
Zhao Rang replied:
"Hongjiang."
A trace of cruelty flashed across An Zuo's eyes inadvertently. Although he was extremely fast, he was still caught by Zhao Rang.
It seems that the water within their divine religion is also very deep!
When Anzuo came, he crippled one of Wang Xiaoshan's hands, completely squeezing him so hard that Mr. Wang couldn't lift his head. Just now, because of Zhao Rang's unintentional words, he showed his disgust and hatred towards Hong Jiang...
Before the banquet officially started, their internal strife had already reached this point. Zhao Rang breathed a sigh of relief and asked while the iron was hot:
"I had a chance encounter with Protector Hong Jiang in Chagan Tologai. She is indeed a strange woman."
Zhao Rang concealed the unhappiness between him and Hong Jiang, and turned the nearly life-threatening fight that day into a light "one-sided relationship."
Anzuo took a deep look at Zhao Rang, wanting to see if he really praised him, or if he was using it to motivate himself.
But after Zhao Rang finished speaking, he drank a glass of wine by himself. The angle of the wine glass perfectly blocked his face. Anzuo didn't see anything, so he could only say politely: 1
"The guardians in the divine religion are all personally appointed by the leader, so naturally they are not the same person."
On the surface, he was agreeing with Zhao Rang, but in fact, he was also praising himself.
"I have a question. I wonder if Prince Anzuo can answer it."
Anzuo picked up a piece of cold beef tendon. After hearing Zhao Rang's words, he put it on the plate and said:
"Master Zhao, there is no need to call me prince here."
"Calling you a protector?"
Zhao Rang asked playfully.
"Just a name."
"Besides, Mr. Zhao probably has more than one question, right?"
Zhao Rang thought for a while, shook his head and said:
"Just one question. The answer to that question is enough to answer all the others."
Anzuo smiled and said:
"You want to ask about the leader and the cult."
Zhao Rang nodded.
An Zuo was right. What Zhao Rang wanted to know most was what the cult and the leader wanted to do. If he wanted power, he would obviously have the entire Shan Ye Kingdom firmly in his hands. With power comes money. As the second most powerful country among the four countries in the Western Region, Shanye Kingdom has never been associated with poverty.
But the leader didn't stop tinkering, constantly developing peripherals, and even came up with something like the Tongtian Pill.
Only a part of Shen Liushu's diary can be glimpsed. Where can he find Anzuoduo within his reach? Now that we are sitting at the same table eating together, it would be better to ask directly. Even if he was going to die soon, Zhao Rang didn't want to be a fool.
"The leader's vision is certainly not a one-night kingdom."
"The leader's ambition is to conquer the world?"
Zhao Rang's tone was teasing.
Who doesn’t know how to brag? Don't end up just herding cattle...
"The world is too big, and the leader is a pragmatic person."
"Oh? I actually admire him a little bit."
Zhao Rang's words were not a compliment, but came from the bottom of his heart.
The greatest skill a person has is self-knowledge. This skill allows you to know what you can do and what you cannot do. You will not aim too far and build castles in the air.
But since Zhao Rang came into contact with the divine religion, he felt that the leader was not what An Zuo said. But there are thousands of people, so maybe my feeling is wrong but not necessarily. It is better to first listen to what Anzuo, the protector and manager, has to say. If he's willing to answer his own questions, that's good. At this point, Anzuo no longer had the need to lie.
"The leader's pursuit is only to go to the Four Kingdoms."
"Isn't the Upper Four Kingdoms the entire Western Region?"
Zhao Rang said.
There are thirty-six famous countries in the Western Region. Each of the four countries above has its subordinate countries. On the other hand, except for the Upper Four Kingdoms, other small countries have to find a backer from the Upper Four Kingdoms, maybe Lanmo Kingdom, Shanye Kingdom, or the other two countries. Only in this way can they get shelter and survive in this wild land.
If you control the Upper Four Kingdoms, you will control the entire Western Region. This is a truth that everyone knows.
At least everyone in Dawei knows it.
Anzuo didn't explain this time. His eyes suddenly became dark and he looked in the direction where Zhao Rang entered the hall before.
After everyone sat down, the maids lowered the gauze curtain.
Zhao Rang followed An Zuo's gaze and saw two graceful figures emerging from behind the gauze curtain.
Even through the curtain, Zhao Rang could recognize these two people: Hong Jiang and Princess Amani.
Zhao Rang slowly put his hands under the table, and the black steel knife was placed across his legs.
This action alerted the others, and they all got ready.
Yuan Mingkong kept clenching and unclenching his hands. Although Haidiya did not have a sword in his hands, his figure was like an unsheathed sword, extremely sharp.
Only Aziz was wiping sweat with a napkin. His face and neck were all covered with a thick layer of sweat. As soon as it was wiped off, it came out again and could not be wiped clean. The navy blue clothes he wore turned dark black due to being soaked with sweat.
The two figures behind the gauze curtain were still one step away from entering the hall.
Mr. Wang San, who had gone somewhere just now, suddenly burst in, holding a jade-colored spiritual tablet high, and said loudly to Anzuo:
"According to the order of the leader, capture and kill the rebels of the divine sect!"
Everyone was shocked by Mr. Wang San.
A dejected old lion suddenly became high-spirited and spoke so shamelessly that even Zhao Rang didn't think what he said was true.
After all, Anzuo's identity is completely different from his. Even if the leader really wants to take action against An Zuo, I'm afraid it won't be Mr. Wang San's turn.
After the sudden silence, Anzuo raised his lips and said to Zhao Rang and others:
"My grandpa is old. He just saw his adopted son injured. He was probably stimulated. He is acting crazy now. Don't worry about it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the gauze curtain was lifted, and Amani and Hong Jiang walked in side by side.
Anzuo's eyes locked with Amani's, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.
"Somebody come!"
The two young women who had followed him into the hall before immediately stepped in front of him. Anzuo took this opportunity and pulled back, only to see that the four exits in the hall were all blocked by those strong men.
These men were all dead soldiers who had their eardrums pierced and their tongues cut off, leaving only a pair of eyes to see. 1
When they saw Mrs. Wang appearing holding the leader's personal jade-colored spiritual tablet, they knew something big was going to happen in the hall.
It is not their job to solve the accident, but it is their responsibility to seal this hall and prevent anyone who comes in from leaving without the permission of the leader.
Seeing that all the exits were sealed, An Zuo wanted to use his two maids as a barrier to buy himself some time.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang, who was always strong, pounced on them with his bare hands, and with his hands in the shape of eagle claws, he broke the necks of the two young women with two clicks.
No one cares about the beauty, especially Anzuo.
As early as when he brought these two girls here, their fate had been decided.
But without a human shield, Anzuo is not one to sit back and die.
He put his hands on his waist and untied his belt. With a sharp shake, a soft sword came out of his belt.
Mr. Wang Santai shouted:
"You come to a banquet and you still have a sword hidden in your waist. What else do you think is sophistry?"
The beholder is clear.
Zhao Rang knew in his heart that Mr. Wang's words were purely to cheer him up, and at the same time, he could show off in front of Amani and Hong Jiang.
Although it is not clear what Anzuo did to make his own people arrest and kill him in full view of the public, Anzuo has not said a word since the incident, let alone quibble.
Based on this alone, Zhao Rang was still somewhat impressed.
The most important thing for a strong person to achieve success is to be able to keep his composure. This energy must be consistent, and there must be no let-up until the dust settles!
Although it has been exposed now and there is no hope of success, there is no need to say anything more.
The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. This has been the principle since ancient times.
If you work hard, you may still have a way to survive. Sitting back and waiting for death is not the true character of a hero at all.
However, Zhao Rang still secretly lamented that the situation was changing!
Between him and Mr. Wang San, they bumped into each other twice in the hall!
Fortunately, the hall is very wide, so Zhao Rang and others don't have to worry about affecting themselves, so they can just watch a show.
After fighting back and forth, in the end it was the internal strife within their divine sect, which Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong loved to see the most!
The soft sword in An Zuo's hand was light and flowing, and when faced with the powerful fists of Kong Wu, Third Master Wang, one was strong, the other was agile, and the momentum was completely different.
The two looked at each other, and the tense air was filled with murderous intent.
"It's really strange. I remember Mr. Wang San didn't use fists before."
Zhao Rang said while holding his chin.
"I didn't expect him to use fists either!"
Yuan Mingkong echoed.
"How do his fists compare to yours?"
Zhao Rang asked rhetorically.
Such questions can always arouse the competitive spirit of men. Yuan Mingkong curled his lips and said:
"Now it seems that there is still a slight difference."
Zhao Rang had never joined forces with each other, and Mr. Wang San didn't reveal much at the moment, so he just assumed that Yuan Mingkong was right.
The words of the two people were not deliberately concealed, so every word reached Mr. Wang's ears without missing a word.
"Look here, kid! When grandpa was boxing, you hadn't even finished peeing yet!"
Mr. Wang San's words were extremely rude and arrogant.
Although he still wears tens of thousands of emerald rings on his hands and a gold and jade handle around his waist, it cannot hide his true nature.
"Well, I'm watching, with both eyes!"
Yuan Mingkong said very exaggeratedly.
Grandpa Wang didn't bother to quarrel with him anymore. Facing the soft snake-like sword in Anzuo's hand, he calmly moved his face forward. An unparalleled confidence and ultimate calm enveloped him.
Most people think that confident people must be arrogant, but this is not the case.
People who are absolutely confident will do everything they can to keep themselves confident, and they will do their best and be extremely thoughtful at the same time.
So when confidence and calmness appear in a person at the same time, this person is almost invulnerable.
When Zhao Rang felt the aura of Mr. Wang San, he began to count silently in his heart.
After counting a few punches from Mr. Wang San, he was able to capture Anzuo.
"Not to mention that Master Wang San is one level higher than Anzuo in terms of cultivation. With such spirit and experience, Anzuo is definitely not his opponent."
Zhao Rang has already given a verdict to Anzuo.
"uncertain."
Yuan Mingkong disagreed with Zhao Rang's statement.
"Master Wang's cultivation level is that of a third-level martial arts grandmaster. But he definitely does not have such a level of cultivation now!"
Zhao Rang frowned and asked:
"Can't Grandmaster be careful?"
Yuan Mingkong shook his head and said:
"I'm looking at his boxing skills. If he is still a great master, then Anzuo will definitely have broken bones and tendons with just one hit."
Zhao Rang looked at Mr. Wang San again. His fists were high and low, which was obviously both offensive and defensive.
Those who practice double swords in the art of swordsmanship will have the same starting hand. There are two swords, one long and one short. The long sword kills the enemy, and the short sword protects oneself. It is exactly the same as Mr. Wang’s current boxing stance!
Anzuo also noticed the difference in Mr. Wang San, but instead of taking it lightly, he became more cautious.
When two people calm down, the competition is often not about the level of cultivation, but about mental perseverance.
Everyone's eyes can only look outward, but everything happens inside.
Whoever's heart can't bear it first will lose his cool first, then have his confidence shattered, and finally lose his life.
The blade of the soft sword flashed rapidly. At this moment, it was no longer a spiritual snake coming out of the cave, but a dragon coming out of the sea!
It just so happened that Anzuo's soft sword had a pattern like dragon scales attached to it, which glowed blue as he kept shaking it.
As the sword light raged, Anzuo turned around, spinning at high speed like a top.
The light of the sword filled the entire hall, complementing all the luxurious decorations and moving around.
As the speed of rotation continued to accelerate, Anzuo's figure was also approaching Mr. Wang San.
The sword energy rushed towards his face, but Mr. Wang San remained motionless.
He lowered his head slightly and relaxed his fist posture slightly, which was more helpful in avoiding Anzuo's sharp sword edge.
"This old man wants to fight slow against fast!"
Zhao Rang responded with a smile:
"As you get older, can you still compete with Anzuo's speed?"
Whether it's slow versus fast, or being faster than the opponent, in the final analysis it's still a matter of timing.
"What I mean is that the old man is observing the patterns of Anzuo Jianfeng. You know this well!"
Yuan Mingkong continued.
Whether you use a knife or a sword, you will develop your own habits over time. Even if it is a Zhao family sword, it will be slightly different when used by members of the Zhao Rang family.
Mr. Wang San, who was waiting for an opportunity, finally found the time.
Facing the sharp sword edge, he faced it bravely without giving in.
An overbearing and fierce punch struck, just in time for Anzuo to swing his sword. m.
Like thunder piercing the sky!
Mr. Wang Sanda broke through An Zuo's sword with just one punch!
As a last resort, Anzuo could only forcefully stop.
The soft sword shook, and the sword bent into a bow shape, and then stabbed down from above, straight towards Master Wang San's wrist.
"He really has a soft spot for this part..."
Zhao Rang said.
Yuan Mingkong explained:
"The old man's boxing skills are both internal and external. When the energy is surging, a layer of fist will be formed to protect the fist, so the wrist is the weakest point that is most easily ignored."
Anzuo's thoughts are exactly the same as Yuan Mingkong's.
But he didn't expect that Mr. Wang San's fists would spread to his forearms!
The tip of the sword was two inches away from his wrist and could not advance any further. Then it suddenly bounced up, almost hurting himself...
His efforts were in vain, and Anzuo had no choice but to change his moves again.
The soft sword is dexterous, and with his full force, every move is elusive.
Like a fluttering veil.
Like water splashing.
The swords and swords avoided Mr. Wang San's fierce fists, with extremely precise precision, and struck coldly at the place where his fists could not attach.
But no matter how subtle the stabbings were, they were all resolved by Mr. Wang's indestructible iron fist. 2
The sounds of swords and fists clashing one after another were overwhelming.
The strong man closest to the two couldn't bear the strength and fell backward.
Anzuo gradually fell into a disadvantage, rushing left and right, which in Zhao Rang's opinion was already very reluctant.
Mr. Wang is gradually getting better. Every punch is concise, direct, quick and accurate, and it also comes with at least three levels of stamina, just like one wave after another, making Anzuo more and more difficult to resist...
"Anzuo is going to lose."
"Within three punches, no more than five punches at most!"
This time, Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong rarely reached an agreement, and Anzuo Yun stood up, suddenly pulled away, and flew away to the side.
The strong man fell down just now, leaving a gap in the blockade.
The soft sword in Anzuo's hand turned into dots of cold light, like stars in the night sky, exquisite and clear.
He stabbed out seven swords in one breath, and the sword light of his air path was in the shape of a big dipper and struck at Mr. Wang San, hoping to get rid of the shackles of his iron fist in one fell swoop.
Mr. Wang looked at Anzuo closely, and after a moment, he jumped up suddenly, like an arrow from the string, and rushed towards Anzuo.
Anzuo was shocked, turned around and struck a hasty sword, but in the end he was still a moment too slow...
Third Master Wang dodged and punched An Zuo in the chest.
Anzuo flew out upside down, like falling leaves, and landed heavily in the water outside the gauze curtain. 1
"Two protectors, I'm glad you lived up to your orders!"
Mr. Wang Santai lifted Anzuo out of the water, threw him on the ground, and said to Hong Jiang and Amani. 1
