"Yang Kun..."

"Your Highness..."

The expressions of Huihai Sword Master and others changed, and they hurriedly stepped forward to support Yang Kun who had fainted.

The few people didn't expect that Yang Kun would vomit blood by Xiao Yi angrily. The Master of Huihai Sword stared at Xiao Yi with anger and gritted his teeth and said, "Xiao Yi, you are too bullying!"

Yang Kun is not only a disciple of the Tianjian Sect, but also a eldest prince.

Always.

With the support of the Tianjian Sect, Yang Kun's call for winning the position of crown prince is getting louder and louder. He originally thought that he could take advantage of this ancestor worship ceremony to get Yang Kun to take the position of crown prince in one fell swoop. But now, from the dispute over the first incense, to the literary sacrifice, and now...

Yang Kun was completely crushed by Xiao Yi and was at a disadvantage.

Nowadays, many of the ministers are already disappointed with Yang Kun's performance.

On the other hand, Yang Ling...

He didn't need to take action at all. With Xiao Yi's escort, he won many battles.

The momentum is rising!

If this continues, I am afraid that this ancestor worship ceremony will become a performance of Yangling’s supporters.

"It's too much to deceive others? From the beginning to the end, I, Xiao Yi, took the initiative to provoke trouble. You have always been like a clown who plays right and wrong, picking on the bones in the eggs."

Xiao Yi sneered, and his contemptuous eyes flashed over Yang Kun, and said lightly, "What's more, I'm just a Taoist robbery realm, but he has entered Nirvana, but he doesn't even have the courage to fight with me. I'm bullying him like this, what can you do to me?"

Xiao Yi's words are heart-killing!

This made the surrounding group of court officials and powerful people from all forces nodded secretly: "Xiao Yi is right, but such a mind is not suitable for that position!"

"As a great prince, he doesn't even have this responsibility. If he becomes the prince, this general will be the first to dissatisfied..."

“That’s bad!”

Huihai Sword Master: "..."

Yang Kun, who had just woken up, spit out a mouthful of blood again: "..."

"Enough!"

Emperor Qian could no longer bear to see, and with a hint of disgust in disappointment, he passed by Yang Kun. There were many princes under him, but this ceremony of ancestor worship only recalled Yang Kun and Yang Ling in order to select the candidate for the prince.

Before this, Yang Kun naturally had a higher voice.

Now Yangling has a vague trend of coming from behind.

Emperor Qian himself was also extremely conflicted. Yang Kun was backed by Tianjian Sect and Wushuang Zhan Wang. Logically speaking, if he inherited the position of crown prince, his rule over the Daqian Dynasty would be more stable. But Yang Ling was his favorite son and also his favorite candidate for the crown prince.

call!

Emperor Qian let out a long sigh, and simply stopped tangling and said lightly: "Xiao Yi, I heard that you have a disciple under your command who has a holy body of fighting, so let him take the lead!"

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes.

Ye Heng's fighting holy body is true, but his cultivation is only the fifth level of the Golden Elixir Realm.

If Ye Heng appeared from the beginning, he would definitely be unable to defeat the battle after a long battle.

Emperor Qian shot the first bird out of his gun, implying that Xiao Yi should not be too high-profile!

Xiao Yi looked at Ye Heng in the crowd and said lightly: "Since Your Majesty has the order, Ye Heng, you can go to the stage!"

"yes!"

Ye Heng jumped, jumped high, and then landed on the altar.

A burly body and agile body.

The muscles all over his body were like lead blocks, supporting them in his clothes, making his whole body look particularly strong, like an iron god of war. Especially the black heavy sword behind him, it gave people a sense of dullness and oppression.

The holy body of fighting, live for battle, and be crazy for victory!

The fighting spirit is like fire, burning wildly.

"The Holy Body of Fighting? I have wanted to challenge you for a long time, so I will meet you first!"

A figure rose up. The man was wearing military uniform, with a sword around his waist, and a murderous aura between his eyebrows was chilling. He clasped his fists at Ye Heng and said, "I am the Blood Sword Guard under the command of the Wushuang War King, please give me advice!"

"Um!"

Ye Heng just nodded, his body like a pagoda was still motionless.

The bloody frown froze and snorted coldly: "How dare you underestimate me so much? Die me!"

Swish!

His body was like the wind, and blood-colored afterimages flashed one after another on the altar. His body movement was so fast that it was shocking, causing bursts of exclamations: "What a fast body movement, I deserve to be the elite among the Blood Sword Guard!"

"This body movement is worse than the peak of ordinary golden elixir!"

"Ye Heng is in danger!"

In the midst of exclamations, Jin Feiyan sneered and said disdainfully: "A group of idiots, my senior brother can solve such a thing with just one punch. How can there be any danger?"

"A punch?"

"What are you kidding? That's the Blood Sword Guard..."

Just finished speaking.

A muffled bang interrupted everyone's thoughts, and one after another fell on the altar one by one. Xue Eleven's body flew upside down like a broken kite. From the center of the altar, it flew out of the altar.

Dong!

With the muffled sound, Blood Eleven fell to the ground, and the whole face was sunken.

There is no breath anymore.

hiss!

A sound of gasping gas flashed for a moment, and everyone looked at Ye Heng who was slowly closing his fists on the ring in shock, looking surprised: "Just, what happened just now? How could Xue Eleven be defeated so easily?"

"A bunch of idiots!"

Jin Feiyan looked at everyone with contempt and said lightly, "No matter how powerful the Blood Eleven Body is, how about I am?"

Everyone was stunned.

How fast is Jin Feiyan?

That is the winner of the battle for Toast!

Jin Feiyan said with a proud look: "My body skills are all taught by Master, and I am just a registered disciple of Master. The senior brother is a personal disciple. Even my body skills are so powerful. Do you think my senior brother's body skills will be poor?"

“…”

Everyone looked at each other and stared at them.

Until then...

They remembered that whether it was Jin Feiyan or Ye Heng, they were all Xiao Yi's disciples!

Xiao Yi was able to teach Jin Feiyan a disciple with extremely powerful body skills. As his personal disciple, how could Ye Heng have no way to deal with advanced body skills? For a moment, everyone looked at Xiao Yi with a little more awe and respect.

"Hmph, so what if I get the true teaching of Xiao Yi? I don't believe that an abandoned son who no one wants can be as good as my thousand-year inheritance of Zhenwu Palace..."

Swish!

Amid the sound of breaking through the air, a sensual figure walked through the air and fell on the altar.

This man was dressed in the costume of a disciple of Zhenwu Palace, holding a long sword in his hand, looked at Ye Heng with a blank expression, hooked his hand, and said provocatively: "I am Guangang, a disciple of Zhenwu Palace, dare to fight?"

"Guang'ang of Zhenwu Palace? This is a master at the sixth level of the Golden Dan Realm. He has a deep understanding of the true teachings of Zhenwu Palace. His first-hand Zhenwu Sword Technique is more proficient than most Daojie disciples. This is much better than Blood Eleven!"

"This time Ye Heng really met an opponent!" Everyone was talking.

Ye Heng said, "You said my master is an abandoned son that no one wants?"

"Isn't it? He is just a waste abandoned by the Xiao family..."

Guang'ang's voice was suddenly interrupted by Ye Heng's low roar. He saw the divine light blooming in Ye Heng's eyes, and the sound roared like a war drum: "No matter who you are, if you dare to insult my master, there is only one way to die!"
Chapter completed!