As soon as Chu Xinghe said this, everyone was shocked. Some people with some medical skills rushed to the side of the fallen person to check the situation.
"It is true that he died of poisoning. It was highly poisonous and the attack was very fast. I am afraid that these people may not be able to survive." The doctor made a preliminary judgment.
The sudden change frightened everyone on the spot. Chu Xinghe dodged everyone and faced Zhou Ziru alone with a sword: "Why is this? Please give me an explanation from the court!"
The change was expected by Zhou Ziru, but Zhou Ziru never expected it to be this kind of change. These people ate food from the imperial court, and now they have been poisoned and died. In all likelihood, the imperial court has something to do with it.
When the others heard that the food was poisonous, they all ran to the corner and picked their throats, trying to induce vomiting.
Wang Zhenliang was quite shocked when he saw this situation. Although he was not responsible for the food, he was the general manager of the imperial court's internal affairs. If there was really a problem with the food, he could not escape responsibility.
"Come on, check the food!" Wang Zhenliang waved his hand, and several young eunuchs hurried out to check the remaining food.
Shui Changdong flashed out from the side, and with a few blows, he knocked all the young eunuchs to the ground, vomiting blood and saying, "What are you doing? Do you want to destroy the evidence?"
"You!" Wang Zhenliang was so angry that he hit these young eunuchs in front of him. What was the difference between this and hitting him in the face?
When the surrounding martial arts people encountered this situation, they were shocked and confused. At this time, they saw Chu Xinghe confronting the emperor, and they were even more confused about what to do. They all stood there blankly.
"In the name of a martial arts conference, are you going to trick us into entering the capital and then capture and kill them?" Chu Xinghe was furious and slowly pulled out the long knife in his hand.
Shui Changdong raised his arms and shouted: "What the hero Chu said is true. How can we, the people in the world, let the imperial court decide our life and death! You lied to us today to show off your unique skills, and then poisoned the food in the evening. How vicious is it? !”
The surrounding heroes thought carefully about Shui Changdong's words, and it was true. During the day, he ordered various sects to show their unique skills, at night, they poisoned their food, and they burned bridges across rivers. Who can guard against it?
"Master Chu is right! I just felt something was wrong. I was asked to sit in the sun for a whole day without eating a bite. This dinner is just poisonous, and I won't take precautions!"
"No wonder Zhenyangshan fools ghosts with that set of embroidered boxing techniques!"
"The court is unjust, please give us an explanation!"
Although everyone talked about Zhenyang Mountain, no one dared to ask Zhenyang Mountain for an explanation. If Zhang Zongbai was provoked, it would be no joke. For a time, the public was furious. Heroes from all walks of life, unable to escape the herd mentality, spoke out one after another, demanding an explanation from the imperial court.
Chu Xinghe was upright and upright. At this moment, he thought of the tragic death of Zhu Yinwen in Wenxiangge and the victims of the people in Dongcheng. He couldn't help but feel angry: "I like to sit in the country so much, I will let you sit!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Xinghe held the scabbard, raised the long sword upside down, and rushed in the direction of Zhou Ziru with one arrow step. The speed is astonishing.
The ten members of Chen Congwei reacted quickly, and in an instant they all flashed in front of Zhou Ziru, forming a human wall, looking down at Chu Xinghe who was rushing over.
Chu Xinghe was still unafraid when facing the ten men of Chen Congwei, without any pause and advancing very fast.
Suddenly a person appeared next to him, stopped in front of Chu Xinghe, turned over and kicked Chu Xinghe in the face: "Are you crazy!"
Chu Xinghe raised the scabbard and blocked the kick. He did not suffer any damage, but was kicked back.
"You dare to do such a treasonous thing before things are clear? Have you ever thought about the consequences?" Fang Qianlong looked at Chu Xinghe and asked sternly.
Chu Xinghe threw away the scabbard and held the knife with both hands, with no intention of giving up.
Shui Changdong turned his head and asked loudly: "Are you going to let Master Chu fight for a chance for us all by yourself?"
The words stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone drew their weapons and took up their postures, waiting for one person to lead the group to respond.
Chu Xinghe kicked his feet, a cloud of dust rose up, and he rushed towards Fang Qianlong.
"superior!"
A group of martial arts gangs, whether they were gang elders or gang disciples, when Chu Xinghe rushed towards Fang Qianlong, everyone rushed forward in a swarm.
Seeing that the situation was out of control, the ten members of Chen Congwei did not dare to delay. They all flew down in front of Zhou Ziru. Many heavenly guards also poured into the platform. Everyone fought together in chaos.
Not all sects rushed towards Zhou Ziru. For example, in Taiyi, the six sword masters holding their own famous swords had retreated to the periphery and stood still. They are not tied to the imperial court like Zhen Yangshan. No one was poisoned, so there was no need to offend the court for something that has not yet come to light.
Watching is the best course of action.
In addition to Taiyi, a sect that stayed out of the fight, there were also some sects that rushed into the battle group and blocked the martial arts people. In addition to the beggar gang led by Fang Qianlong, who took the lead, there was also the Confucius clan from Donglu.
Without Kong Cai's orders, the five sons of the Kong family rushed out first, and more than a hundred disciples of the Confucian sect stood in front of these violent martial arts figures.
Confucius needs to rely on the imperial court to regain its strength. This is the consensus reached by everyone in Confucius. If the emperor does anything wrong at this time, not to mention that there is no hope for the revitalization of Confucius, I am afraid that if they are investigated in the future, the court will have to liquidate the Jianghu sects one by one, and Confucius may also be affected.
Not only the five sons of the Confucius family, but even Kong Cai personally came on stage. He swung a brush as tall as a man and spread all the ink dots, repelling a group of people with shallow cultivation.
"When you make such a mistake, don't you think about the consequences in the future?" Kong Cai asked in a deep voice.
"I miss you!" An elder from a small sect rushed up and entangled Kong Cai. The other factions also sent out their masters to attack Kong Cai and the five sons of the Kong family. As soon as the Kong sect came on stage, they fell into In anxiety.
In addition to Confucius and the Beggar Gang, Zhenyang Mountain was naturally the one trying to protect the imperial court. Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi almost took action at the same time when Chu Xinghe left. The two of them came hand in hand, two ink shadows Protecting each other on the left and right, they rushed into the martial arts group and tried their best to resist the impact of these martial arts sects.
The four great supervisors of Zhenyang Mountain all landed lightly next to Zhou Ziru. They had no other purpose than to protect His Majesty.
Zhenyang Mountain has always practiced quiet and hard work, and has no conflicts with the various martial arts sects. It is enough for Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi to join the battle. As supervisors, they have aloof status. Naturally, they have no reason to end up fighting hard to protect His Majesty. This is what Zhen Yangshan should do, even Zhang Zongbai would do the same here.
There are more than a hundred martial arts sects participating in the martial arts conference? Now there are more than thousands of people making trouble, and Shui Changdong has already ordered Renhe and these martial arts sects to give eye drops, and they fight without mercy.
The disciples of Confucius and the Beggar Clan had acceptable cultivation and could still sustain themselves, but it was the Heavenly Guards who suffered. Except for Chen Congwei, the rest of the Heavenly Guards could only barely hold on for a while in front of these martial arts sects. In addition, the incident happened suddenly, and there were not many members of the Twelve Heavenly Guards, so they were quickly defeated.
Chu Xinghe rushed in front of Fang Qianlong and slashed vertically with his sword without any mercy. Fortunately, Fang Qianlong's body skills were very good and he was not injured at all.
"Don't make the same mistake again and again!" Fang Qianlong said angrily.
Chu Xinghe advanced with his sword: "Huh, it's always the court that's wrong!"
Fang Qianlong has excellent boxing skills and excellent kick skills. No matter which direction Chu Xinghe's long sword comes from, Fang Qianlong either retreats or blocks, and he is always on equal footing.
Chu Xinghe and Fang Qianlong had been fighting for a long time, feeling quite impatient. With a sweeping sweep of the knife, Fang Qianlong was forced back, and he dragged the knife towards Zhou Ziru again.
"You are the culprit!" With a slash of the knife, a sharp sword energy struck Zhou Ziru. Zhou Ziru just sat on his seat, motionless. He had nothing to be afraid of.
Behind the four great eunuchs of Zhenyang Mountain, an ink shadow flashed out at the same time. The four ink shadows split into two, and two stepped forward with swords to block the sword energy. The two ink shadows separated to the left and right and attacked Chu Xinghe.
Chu Xinghe had just left Fang Qianlong alone when he was entangled by two more ink shadows. Moreover, these were the ink shadows of the Supervisor of Zhenyang Mountain. How could Chu Xinghe resist? After fighting for a while, he was knocked away by two black shadows and fell back into the chaotic battle group.
Chu Xinghe stood up and rushed forward again...
Shui Changdong hid in the crowd, observing the movements on the field, and occasionally throwing out the paper fan in his sleeve. The fan is as sharp as a knife, and every time it is thrown out, it can help Shui Changdong get rid of a difficult beggar gang or Confucian master.
The graceful woman moved around in the crowd, and finally squeezed into Shui Changdong's side: "Just the movement is still not enough. Do you want to call the seven of them over?"
Shui Changdong nodded: "That's fine, we can't work hard in the front while they sleep in the back? That one is probably coming soon."
When the woman heard Shui Changdong mention that person, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, and she passed by without a trace.
The situation on the field gradually changed from anxious to unbeatable on the court's side. Half of the Heavenly Guards had fallen, and many disciples of the Confucian Sect and the Beggar Clan were also injured. The Confucian sect was relatively well-liked, and was quite popular in the world. Even if its disciples were knocked to the ground, no one would kill him.
The Beggar Clan is different. It was originally a sect that only wanted to beat everyone, but now they still dare to be the hawks and dogs of the imperial court? People from various sects did not show mercy at all to the Beggar Clan, and often several people would attack together, beating and knocking down the Beggar Clan disciples until they died.
Fang Qianlong and Chu Xinghe had fought several times. Finally, after Fang Qianlong stepped on the long knife and raised his knee to knock Chu Xinghe away, Chu Xinghe also looked exhausted and struggled to get up. He struggled but failed to get up. He fell to the ground and fainted.
Zhou Ziru looked at Fang Qianlong. He was quite impressed by him. During the Battle of Wancheng, he had volunteered to persuade the Beggar Clan to defect and surrender. He was not optimistic about it at first, but now he has such ability.
"Guild Leader Fang, your disciples have suffered a lot of damage, please retreat." Zhou Ziru said softly.
Fang Qianlong heard the voice and turned around in shock: "Why is it... Prime Minister Zhou? Where is your Majesty?"
Zhou Ziru shook his head slightly, he didn't know where Zhao Yizhi was, but he could only pretend to be mysterious at this time: "This is not what you should ask, you should take your Beggar Gang disciples away from this place. "
Fang Qianlong naturally saw the miserable situation of the Beggar Clan disciples and was very hesitant: "But if we leave, Prime Minister Zhou..."
Zhou Ziru smiled slightly, clapped his hands twice, and eight people appeared from behind the seats.
Fang Qianlong recognized these eight people: "The Eight Sons of Yin and Yang."
