Brother, is there any problem with that monkey wine?

Xu Ming left Wangheyuan, and Zhen Duojin hurriedly followed. Along the way, he changed his usual bad habit of talking and was surprisingly quiet. When Xu Ming was about to reach the Bujian Tower, Zhen Duojin was almost itchy by the doubts in his heart, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Xu Ming turned around and glanced at Zhen Duojin, and a strange smile rose from the corner of his mouth, making Zhen Duojin tremble.

How can there be problems with such a good spiritual wine? Fatty, do you understand?

Xu Ming replied softly, he raised his head and glanced in the direction of the East Palace. The smile on his face became stronger. However, the Fourth Prince's Mansion of the Royal Palace is in the same direction, so who knows who Xu Ming is looking at?

Zhen Duojin was silent, Xu Ming's words had already given him an answer. His fat and flexible head almost guessed that when Xu Ming wanted to pass the wine pot, it was to prevent him from drinking the problematic Monkey Wine.

Zhen Duojin didn't know what Xu Ming was selling in the gourd, but he was sure that Xu Ming would not harm him, so Suimu nodded. After Changsun Tianyao suddenly disappeared, he felt that Xu Ming had changed a lot and his mind became much deeper.

When a ray of sunshine in a person's heart disappears, no one's heart will be a little cold!

In the East Palace, Gong Hong smashed the teapot and other objects on the table to the ground, his eyes were red and his nostrils were full of breath, like an angry bull. What Xu Ming did in Wangheyuan made the warm and warm prince dinner end tragically.

Ah-Sir, tell Gu, why did Xu Wumo dare to be so arrogant? Does he still take the prince Gu seriously? Also, why did Xu Wumo drink Monkey wine and remain so presumptuous?

The ghost doctor stood by silently, allowing the prince to vent his anger. After Gong Hong calmed down a little, the ghost doctor said hoarsely:

Why should your highness be so anxious? When your Highness ascends to the great treasure tomorrow, all forces in the world will be subdued by your Highness. Your Highness dominates the world. Then Xu Wumo is just a bed bug at that time, and lets you control it!

Gong Hong took a deep breath when he heard this, calmed down his anger, and said in a deep voice: I am lonely and anxious, but sir, Xu Wumo obviously drank the monkey wine, how could he do it?

Although Gong Hong had not finished speaking, the suspicion in his words was beyond words. The ghost doctor also had a little confusion in his eyes, but then he smiled proudly:

Your Highness, don’t panic. That thing is written in the secret book of our origin. How can there be any problem? Although it was my first time to refine it, it was extremely successful. Then Xu Wumo is still so rampant. Maybe he hates Your Highness! Your Highness just needs to follow the plan, so there is no need for me to say more about the effect!

Gong Hong's face was gloomy, but in the end he could only swing his sleeves and exude his inner anger.

It was not just the East Palace that was uneasy that night. In a large mansion south of Shengjing City, it was brightly lit but silent like death. Several disciples from Taiyi Sect knelt in the yard with fear on their faces, and did not even dare to breathe loudly.

Before the few people kneeling, there was a young man with no limbs. He was panting like silk and his face was pale as paper. He saw that he had only more breathing and less breathing, so the young man was in Wangheyuan's provocation of Xu Ming, and this house was the residence of Taiyimen in Shengjing City.

The prince held a banquet in the East Palace and also handed an invitation to Taiyimen. Although Taiyimen, known as the first sect of Dongxing, has always been proud of his actions, he also sent his personal disciple Mo Xiao to the banquet with several inner disciples.

The Taiyi Sect’s personal disciple almost means the future martial spirit master and the future real power elder of Taiyi Sect. But now, this Taiyi Sect’s personal disciple is so useless!

Puff! A sword flew out from the room in front of the yard and directly inserted into Mo Xiao's head. A little blood flowed out along the tip of the sword that penetrated the head. The disciples of Taiyi Sect kneeling were frightened to the face of the earth, and they trembled and called the young sect leader for his life.

Mo Xiao was killed because he was not strong enough, but you didn’t even have the desire to resist. It really embarrasses me. After returning to the sect, you should go to the punishment hall to receive the punishment yourself!

A calm voice came from the sect, as if he was not the one who took action just now. The disciples were as if they were amnesty when they heard this, and kowtowed repeatedly, but they had never heard the silence of murmurs from the wind:

Humph, I originally wanted to suppress your Wei Feng. Since I treat my disciples like this, I can't blame me.

On the sixth day of the October 10th, the autumn is clear and the mountain in the suburbs of Beijing, and the wind and clouds gather. Almost all young heroes from Dongxing gather here, and masters from all forces are watching the ceremony here. This Sword Competition in the suburbs of Beijing has become a conference and competition among all forces!

Initiated by the two princes of the Gong clan and promoted by the royal family Gong clan. With the intentional or unintentional support of various forces in Dongxing, the scale of this Beijing-suburban swordsmanship is so huge that it is eye-catching! In this turbulent situation, each force needs an opportunity to show off its muscles and intimidate the slut. What's more, Xu Ming's sudden appearance has made many forces anxious, and suppressing is imperative.

The Beijing Sword Contest lasted for more than six days. From the sixth day of the 10th month to the 12th day of October, there were constant daily competitions, but no real master appeared. Xu Ming was invited to Ludao Mountain to visit Ludao Mountain on the first day. After being disappointed, he stopped paying attention. But yesterday, as if all the forces had made an appointment, he rushed to Xu Ming to invite him to Ludao Mountain to participate in the last day of the Beijing Sword Contest.

When Xu Ming received the invitation, a clear smile appeared on his lips. From the time he received the invitation from Prince Gong Hong, he guessed that the Beijing suburbs of swordsmanship was not that simple, and some people wanted to target him.

Today's Mount Lundao is different from the past. It seems to be cut across the mountaintop square by a big knife. It is different from the past. Today is a bit quiet. All the young men can't help but lower their voices. It seems that there is something that cannot be provoked in this scene!

On the last day of the Beijing Sword Contest, three young masters who had not been out of the world for a long time gathered together. Their momentum made the young masters in Dongxing breathlessly. They saw two men and one woman standing in a triangle in the center of the square on the top of the mountain. Sparks suddenly appeared in the three people. It was this kind of fighting spirit that soared into the sky and pressed on everyone's hearts like a mountain.

Ye Wuji, Xu Wumo is not here, do you want us to wait like this? It’s a joke. Who else can fight me in this young generation in the world? Could it be an alchemist?

In this depressing atmosphere, one of the three people, a thin, black-clothed young man like a monkey, who was carrying a broken knife on his back, spoke out, his voice as if a knife was rubbing against it, extremely harsh, but this was said extremely rampant. This person was Zuo Moye of the Xieji Sect.

The young man, known as Ye Wuji, said with a deep blue starry sky robe, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and was very handsome, but his cold eyes did not change at all because of Zuo Moye's words.

Hehe, does Brother Zuo look down on his younger sister so much? He is so anxious. This time, we have reached a consensus on the matter. If we fight each other and let others benefit, Brother Zuo will probably not have a hard time!

Binglin is wearing a white shirt, with skin that is better than snow. His graceful figure makes people imaginative, like an ice and snow fairy. He has a cold smell of the northern country when he speaks, which makes people tremble.

Zuo Moye snorted coldly and said: The fisherman is profitable, but I am not a snipe and clam. Even if I wait for a fight with you, losing a child will be like killing a chicken or slaughtering a dog?

war!

Zuo Moye shouted loudly, and the broken knife came out. A powerful sharp sword surged into the sky like a mountain and a river. Ye Wuji, who was suffering from this trend, was like a rock in the turbulent flow, and it was still motionless!

Everyone in the Daoshan was upset because of this momentum that had reached the realm of Wuling. Although it seemed that it had only broken through Wuling for a while, its sharp sword had already had a power of slashing everything.

When Xu Ming slowly climbed the Ludao Mountain step by step, he saw this scene. When he saw Ye Wuji and Zuo Moye, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. The moment he saw Ye Wuji and the other two, he recognized the three young masters in the world from the figures of several people. But to his surprise, the masters from all sides who presided over the sword competition in the suburbs of Beijing seemed to have made an appointment, and they were not present.

Haha, do you want to give me a warning? Xu Ming smiled.

As soon as Xu Ming arrived, the air roared in the audience suddenly burst into a panic of air, and his expressions of amazement and unexpected mockery were constantly gathering on Xu Ming.

You are Xu Wumo? Take my sword, kill you and I will kill Ye Wuji again. In this world, the only one who can fight with me is Ye Wuji!

Before Xu Ming could speak, Zuo Moye glanced at Xu Ming proudly and said coldly. The sword that had originally slashed towards Ye Wuji directly at Xu Ming.

Ghost Trace!

Xu Ming gently stepped to the right, which seemed slow, but he was like a ghostly person passing by this earth-shaking knife.

Standing still, Xu Ming glanced at Zuo Moye deeply and said lightly: You are not my opponent!

Xu Ming's words were taken for granted, and it seemed as if it should have been like this when people heard it. This made Zuo Mojie's eyes flash, and a slight coldness in his thin body.

He is not your opponent, where are me?

Ye Wuji's eyes were filled with a sense of fighting spirit and looked straight at Xu Ming. He had already obtained Xu Ming's detailed information from Taiyi Sect and attached great importance to Xu Ming. This time, he saw Xu Ming looking down on the arrogant Zuo Moye so arrogant, he couldn't help but ask indifferently.

Nor are you!

Xu Ming's voice was as calm as ever, but this made many disciples of Taiyi Sect angry. Ye Wuji is the storefront of Taiyi Sect. How could the future sect leader be so insulted?

Random! Arrogant!

The young master of the sect killed this crazy disciple!

Noisy!

Seeing everyone making such a noise, Xu Ming shouted lightly, Yan Ruo Sword, these two words contained a deep coldness, and everyone was silent!

It is so terrifying to suppress all heroes with just one word!

Brother Xu has always been so arrogant? Unfortunately, it is just the strength of his mouth. You killed my disciples of Taiyi a few days ago, and today I will be killed back! Ye Wuji said in a distant voice, but his words were murderous intent, and he was also angry by Xu Ming's arrogance.

He is mine!

Ye Wuji didn't take action, and Zuo Moye shouted word by word. The broken sword turned into countless sword lights and slashed towards Xu Ming, with the demonic energy surging!

Xu Ming's figure turned into afterimages, and these countless amazing swords could not even touch the corner of Xu Ming's clothes.

If you say it, it won’t work. Let’s go together!
Chapter completed!