"You are such a mouthful!" Zhang Changhe suddenly couldn't sit still and pointed at Ye Tian and scolded him angrily.
However, Yang Jianfeng just glanced at him and was so frightened that he shut up immediately.
"Prince, the whole story has become clear. Not only did you associate with a prostitute, but you also protected him at every turn. You really shouldn't have done so!"
"I don't have the same experience as you, so I apologize to my descendants!"
There was silence all around, everyone was frightened by Yang Jianfeng's domineering power.
He didn't take the prince seriously at all.
Not only did he reprimand him in public, he also asked the prince to apologize.
Ji Tianming's expression had become as gloomy as water. Today, his face was completely ruined.
"presumptuous!"
"Yang Jianfeng, don't go too far!"
Huang Feihu and Zhang Ming scolded at the same time.
"Shut up if you don't want to die!" Yang Jianfeng shouted.
"It's really lawless and lawless!"
At this moment, a deep roar came. The sound was not very loud, but it made the void tremble continuously. Then, a terrifying pressure came overwhelming, as if the sky was collapsing, and everyone felt nervous. A feeling of suffocation.
"Shengwei!"
"It's Manager Wei, Manager Wei is here!"
boom!
A terrifying beam of light shot up from Yuancheng, and an old eunuch came through the air. A lotus was born in one step, and auspiciousness descended from the sky.
This is a grand occasion that only happens when a saint travels.
The person who came was none other than Wei Zhongxi, one of the two great saints in the imperial court, the chief steward of the inner court.
"Meet Mr. Wei!"
In an instant, a large area fell to their knees.
Even the teachers and students of Yunlu Academy bowed to him.
Even the prince called out to Mr. Wei.
Although Wei Zhongxi was an eunuch, he was known as one person inferior to ten thousand people.
At some point, he was the emperor's spokesman.
All princes and princesses would consider themselves juniors when they saw him.
"What a saint!"
Ye Tian narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he had seen the saint before, this was the first time he saw the saint with full aura.
Wei Zhongxi simply gives people an otherworldly feeling, as if he no longer belongs to this world, making him unable to challenge himself at all.
This is the saint.
In the era when the Great Emperor did not emerge, the peak of Yuanling Continent existed.
Dugu Yijian and Yang Jianfeng looked at each other, and the former whispered: "Are you sure?"
Yang Jianfeng said: "It's very strong, but it's not impossible to fight."
Ye Tian's eyes widened in shock, why did he listen to the conversation of the two old guys? They seemed to be deliberately trying to lure Wei Zhongxi into action.
Want to challenge the saint?
This is too fierce!
"What kind of medicine are these two old guys selling in the gourd?" Ye Tian was confused.
Wei Zhongxi ignored everyone and passed by Huang Feihu without even looking at him. He bowed slightly until he was in front of the prince and said, "I am late, please forgive me."
Ji Tianming said politely: "General Manager Wei made a harsh statement, which made General Manager Wei make a special trip. I feel ashamed."
Wei Zhongxi nodded slightly, turned to look at Yang Jianfeng, and said calmly: "Yang Jianfeng, is this the place where you run wild in Yuancheng? How can you threaten His Highness the Crown Prince? I will thank the world by committing suicide, and I will save the rest. No one dies!"
"What sword madness and sword emperor are like ants in front of the saint!"
"If you dare to make trouble here without a holy realm, you are simply seeking death!"
"Let alone Yang Jianfeng today, even if the Peerless Sword Master comes, it will be difficult for him to escape intact!"
Many people shook their heads.
Yang Jianfeng was showing off his power here, and in their eyes, he was no different from a clown.
Although Yang Jianfeng is very strong, if you don't become a saint in one day, you will not be worth mentioning in front of saints.
"As expected of a saint, he is so domineering!"
Not only was Yang Jianfeng not afraid, but he smiled and said, "I, Yang Jianfeng, have never known what it means to commit suicide all my life!"
"Mr. Wei, today I am bold and want to test the skills of a saint!"
After saying that, Yang Jianfeng walked through the air and walked towards Wei Zhongxi.
With every step he took, the void rippled like water.
His body slowly released a golden light, gradually becoming dazzling.
After a while, Yang Jianfeng disappeared in front of everyone, turning into a blazing ball of light, like a small sun.
The brilliance enveloped an area of several thousand feet and directly outshone the light of the sun in the sky.
"You are only half a step away from breaking through to the holy realm, but unfortunately you are not a saint after all!"
Wei Zhongxi hummed softly, slowly raised his right hand and pressed it into the void.
Suddenly the situation changed and the sun and moon lost their light.
The wind roared in the sky, becoming dark and gloomy. A huge black palm print formed in the air, and a stone tablet emerged from the palm, suppressing it towards Yang Jianfeng.
"The monument in the palm of your hand!"
Many people recognized Wei Zhongxi's unique skills at a glance.
There are countless masters who have been suppressed under the sky monument in the palm of their hands.
The stone tablet was pressed down, and the brilliance of Yang Jianfeng was continuously compressed, compressed, and compressed again.
After a while, Yang Jianfeng's figure was revealed.
He was seen holding a sword in one hand and holding the stone tablet against it.
The sword roared, and the arms trembled, looking very strenuous.
"Will the teacher be okay?"
Ye Tian was worried.
Dugu Yijian was also worried, but he still comforted him: "Don't worry, since he chose to challenge the saint, he must be confident in his heart!"
Before Dugu Yijian finished speaking, Yang Jianfeng spat out a mouthful of blood.
The atmosphere at the scene instantly became oppressive and dull, and all eyes were fixed on Yang Jianfeng under the stone monument.
Can he resist it?
What everyone didn't know was that everyone present was nervously watching the battlefield.
There are three pairs of eyes in the distance, paying attention to everything here.
The Royal Palace, Cining Palace, and the Queen's Bedroom.
Princess Changping, who lived in the side hall, looked to the east, her eyes seemed to be able to see through the doors and windows, through the palace walls, and see the battle outside Yuancheng.
"Yang Jianfeng, Dugu Yijian, what on earth are you two doing?"
Princess Changping's beautiful eyebrows are slightly clustered.
"As expected of a saint!" Yang Jianfeng suddenly shouted loudly, raised his left hand and held the sword in both hands.
He forcibly withstood the stone tablet with boundless power.
Suddenly, ball-shaped objects appeared under Yang Jianfeng's clothes, and those ball-shaped objects continued to gather towards his hands.
This is a ball of light formed from the energy in his body.
Yuanli was like a tide, crazily injected into the sword, condensed at the tip of the sword, and turned into a golden ball the size of a watermelon, bursting out with unparalleled terrifying brilliance.
"destroy!"
boom!
There was a loud noise, and the golden ball exploded, scattering golden light all over the sky!
Under the violent shock wave, the stone tablet began to crack inch by inch, and finally collapsed.
Yang Jianfeng fell from the sky and hit the ground. He knelt on one knee and held the sword. Blood continued to flow into the ground along the sword.
Wei Zhongxi grunted, stomped back seven steps before stopping, his face flushed. The palms tucked into the sleeves were trembling.
An incredible color appeared in a pair of pupils that were as deep as an abyss.
