"This sound seems familiar." Xie Wensheng seemed to have realized something. Although he was covered in an eye mask and could not see things, his perception of life was far better than that of ordinary people. As soon as the sound of the broken window sounded, he tried to detect the breath of the person, but it was just in vain. It was like it was a cold body that did not belong to the world, and then he could not determine the location of the person, so he failed to take action to stop him in time.

"Sir, I am also prepared." Emperor Jingyang in the screen suddenly smiled.

"Come prepared? Could it be him?" After the current emperor mentioned it, Xie Wensheng suddenly thought of the black-robed eunuch who had come to Changbai Mountain to pay homage to him and Ling Jianqiu, and also met in the spring. He was also shocked. Every time he met this eunuch, he felt that he was becoming stronger at an unimaginable speed. Now that he met again, he could not even detect his existence.

"I didn't expect that sir would be so surprised." Emperor Jingyang sighed sadly.

"I'm just curious about what martial arts he is practicing." Xie Wensheng shook his head and said lightly: "And, why did he come here."

"If you want to blame, you can only blame too many guests tonight." Emperor Jingyang said with slightest.

Xie Wensheng exclaimed: "Your Majesty, it's a good chess."

"Chess is a good chess. But sir, it seems that he was guessing the wrong person to play chess."

"The person who plays chess?"

"It seems that the century-long escape from the world will also turn the biggest wind in the world into a useless breeze." Emperor Jingyang suddenly burst into laughter.

Fortunately, the hall had become noisy because Gu Jingyao showed his true face, and no one noticed his laughter.

Xie Wensheng frowned slightly, and finally suppressed the murderous intent in his heart. After all, he entered the world this time to repay the world. If he took action here and injured the emperor, the world would be in chaos without a crown prince. What's more, that person had not yet entered the city and had ended his grudges, so he could not alarm the enemy before that.

"I'm old." Xie Wensheng laughed at himself.

"Concern" is indeed too redundant for anyone. In many cases, "concern" is like a shackle that binds hands and feet.

But I have to.

"Sir, the situation is no longer something you can control at this time." Emperor Jingyang narrowed his eyes slightly.

"If I say, what can I do?" Xie Wensheng turned his head slightly.

"Sir, do you want to take action yourself? Rong Gu asked, why did you come?" Although it was a question, Emperor Jingyang's tone was extremely dull.

"The mountain rain is coming." Xie Wensheng said calmly with a mocking smile: "Of course it is to block the rain. Otherwise, do you think I have such a lot of old bones and are willing to come to your lifeless Luoyang City?"

Emperor Jingyang seemed not surprised by his answer, but smiled and said, "If Mr. Ruo takes action, I'm afraid the mountain rain will only become more urgent."

Xie Wensheng looked at the audience, "I believe in these children."

As most people drew out weapons, the already small hall suddenly became crowded, as if a forest full of sharp blades had emerged. Under the cold light, Gu Jingyao and others looked particularly small.

"It's really a beautiful face." Hua Wubian, the leader of the Jiuxiao Clan Sect in Qinzhou, looked at Gu Jingyao's face and licked his lips.

Xie Qu gently shook the folding fan, feeling a little angry, "Sister Hua wants to follow her facial features again?"

"How could this be? Although this young man is handsome, he looks like he is nauseous, listless and very boring." Hua Wubie burst out laughing, "But Xie Da, I say something you don't like to hear, he is much better than you."

Xie Qusong said expressionlessly: "I really don't like to listen."

"But in front of the mystery, no matter how handsome he is, it is useless." Hua Wubian's face suddenly turned cold and he picked up the piano next to him.

Xie Qu continued: "Then let us take the lead."

The two of them jumped and were about to head towards Gu Jingyao.

But he was stopped by a sword.

"Brother Luo." Xie Qu looked at the master of the sword through the sword.

"Don't pass this sword." Luo Feiyu said lightly.

"Young Master Luo just impressed me. Did you draw your sword to me now? I feel so sad." Hua Wuqu wiped away tears that did not exist, which was particularly touching.

Luo Feiyu curled his lips, "You are so disgusting."

Hua Wubian didn't expect Luo Feiyu to curse so directly. He glared at the moment, "You!"

Xie Qu glanced at him up and down, "You are holding on."

Luo Feiyu did not refute, but remained silent, as if he had acquiesced to him.

"You can't stop us." Xie Qu continued.

"Yes, I am indeed holding on. But my master told me that the world is dangerous and I have to keep a hand in everything." Luo Feiyu's eyes were filled with blood, but it seemed that it would collapse at any time. "So, I still have a chance to have a sword."

Xie Qu shook his head, "One sword opportunity? Two years ago, you also left a chance for yourself to have a sword. Unfortunately, he was defeated in the end. This sword cannot stop us."

"Then try!" Luo Feiyu raised the sword.

The momentum of a sword can be thousands of miles in an instant.

It seems like the sky is clearing, and the long night is about to brighten.

Gu Jingyao, with empty eyes, seemed to be pulled by this sword and slowly raised his head.

"Sword opens the galaxy? Good sword technique!" Xie Qu exclaimed, protecting Hua Wubian behind him, raised his hands, and the extremely wide-looking sleeve actually sucked the sword in. Xie Qu's face turned red and green, until he exhaled a breath of turbid air, the bulging clothes instantly quieted.

Luo Feiyu said in a deep voice: "What's going on?"

"Xuanhuang Yin and Yang. The exercises of the Xuanwu Divine Palace in the Qingling, combined with the Turtle Breathing Art, are known as the body of a mortal and can swallow all things. The man in the palace must be over 40 years old to practice. Unexpectedly, the old guy Xie Xuan taught him this martial arts so early." Ren Shaohua explained: "You have fallen into the trap."

"Brother Ren!" Luo Feiyu retreated aside and shouted.

Ren Shaohua waved his fan and walked forward, "I understand!"

"Another cold and beautiful boy!" Hua Wubian's eyes lit up, but his fingertips placed on a crimson long picnic with nine strings.

"I once yearned for the name of the young master in the Mo Shang." Xie Qu also opened the folding fan made of metal, which looked several times wider than Ren Shaohua's fog fan. On it was carved with a giant snake-tailed tortoise, which was one of the four legendary holy beasts, Xuanwu.

"Xuanwu Fan? Jiuxiao Qin? One uses a fan and the other uses a piano, which is also worthy of being arrogant in front of me?" Ren Shaohua sneered, and his murderous aura was condensed on the fan at this moment.

Once he takes action, he is his strongest and most ruthless power.

Mad Fan Art, Lingyun!
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