After getting up, the men in black quickly retreated, emptying the huge front yard.

They were silent in their actions, lowering their heads and not looking around. Such well-trained is not the atmosphere of the world. Anyone who sees it must care. If you create such subordinates, is it a change in career to do a killer business or to rebel?

Meng Qi raised his eyebrows slightly, and the two people wearing Zhong Kui masks subconsciously stood behind Qingwu Ancestor.

Meng Qi looked at the two people who were facing a great enemy and said lightly: "Are these two disciples of Master Zhao? Yes, a handsome talent, can be called heroes in the martial arts world."

The two men wearing masks only showed their eyes and hair: "..."

"There are also those people who are subordinates of Master Zhao. They are very brave. By the way, do you want their masked scarf?"

The expression was gloomy. Zhao Zangfeng, the ancestor of Qingwu, who was preparing to deal with the questioning, said: "..."

As the wind blew, the black masked towel on the front yard of Qianyueguan floated up, and some even hung on the branches.

The atmosphere is really wrong. What's the matter with the black handkerchief flying around the ground?

The old ancestor Qingwu's face turned darker. The female disciple wearing a mask cursed in his heart that those people were all wastes. Is it difficult to pick up a masked towel when he exited the front yard?

"Gugu."

There are doves yelling in the main hall.

The poor pigeon was frightened and lost again. He was already hungry and tired. At this moment, he finally sent the letter and returned to his familiar "home", wanting to wait for water and eat. But the person who should have fed it did not come.

Meng Qi suddenly came to the door, and the pigeon was thrown into the main hall of the Taoist temple to worship the Three Qingshu.

It flew up to the crossbar in a daze, twisted its head, and instinctively wanted to fly out of the main hall to the pigeon cage behind the Taoist temple.

The eagle parked on the tree outside the view rushed over - facing the Qingwu Ancestor.

The latter thought that the eagle was a pet raised by Meng Qi, so he was naturally unwilling to take action. The whisk swept across the dust, and the strong wind left several slender ravines on the trunks.

Meng Qi rolled his right sleeve and pushed the force back directly.

The sleeves of the robe bulged up due to the fullness of internal force, just covering the eagle that almost lost its life.

"Zhao Guanzhu is so quick to speak. He didn't want to say a few more words, so he just started to do it." Meng Qi casually said that the accent he heard, and regardless of whether it was appropriate or not, he would use it first.

The Qingwu Ancestor was not doing anything. His two disciples had deep doubts and strange eyes.

——Is this the rumored master of the previous dynasty with profound martial arts?

I had a good appearance, but it was hard to describe it.

Meng Qi slowly took out the eagle from his sleeve, holding his wings, but his posture was much more skillful than carrying a pigeon, and the eagle's feathers exploded.

As soon as Meng Qi let go, the eagle flew away without looking back.

"Are you going out by yourself like this eagle, or am I driving you out?"

Meng Qi looked arrogant and his tone was also very arrogant. In fact, he was already circulating his internal breath and was ready to take action at any time.

This move will be twelve percent of the force.

He had a brief fight with the Qingwu Ancestor twice just now, and Meng Qi found that the opponent's internal strength was very strong, almost no less than himself. It can be seen that the saying that the Qingwu Ancestor Zhao Zangfeng is the world's number one master is not groundless or boasting randomly.

After Meng Qi recovered his memory, he found that he had been practicing internal skills for nearly sixty years.

In these sixty years, I basically did nothing in the first fifteen years.

When Meng Qi was "young", he wandered around and accidentally obtained a martial arts secret book that he learned was not only superficial, but also incomplete. He was entirely exploring himself. If he had no choice, he would never be able to practice any Mingtang, and he might even be obsessed with it.

After following Li Yuanze for more than ten years, the Chu Dynasty was pacified, Meng Qi had the opportunity to contact various ancient books left by the Chen Dynasty, including the internal martial arts that had been lost in the martial arts world. Because later generations did not understand the meaning, they finally piled up in the royal treasure. Through their understanding of those alchemists, Meng Qi gradually discovered many tricks of internal martial arts, and then corresponding to what he had learned, and suddenly realized. Then he became addicted to hidden classics and finally learned such martial arts.

Meng Qi has no teacher.

Even the simplest truth was understood by myself, and I don’t know how many detours I took during this period.

Mo Li has a good teacher who has achieved great martial arts skills at a young age. Meng Qi has taken the road that he has been struggling for sixty years, and Mo Li is almost caught up in twenty years. The only difference is the accumulation of internal strength.

The doctor is truly worthy of heaven, and ordinary people cannot compare with it.

Although Meng Qi did not have such good luck, he was a mountain spirit after all, and it was even more up to Yunshan. He used his internal strength without any hindrance. Those who had practiced internal skills for sixty years could be considered masters in the martial arts world who could achieve half of Meng Qi's achievements.

The Qingwu Ancestor in front of him, when he looked roughly, he was no more than 60 years old, but his internal strength...

According to the algorithms in the world, I am afraid that I have hundreds of years of internal strength cultivation?

Could it be that this person is like Ning Changyuan, born with a vein. After opening it, he can practice internal energy twice the result with half the effort?

No matter what, Meng Qi realized that he underestimated the Qingwu Ancestor. He had originally planned not to play conspiracy and went to the door to beat someone up. The method of breaking the deadlock with force was obviously not good.

He fought with Zhao Zangfeng, and he didn't know who lost and who won.

But one thing is clear, that is, Meng Qi wants to kill him, but under normal circumstances, it cannot be done, and vice versa.

The ancestor Qingwu was also accumulating energy. The corner of his robe was windy. The two disciples wearing masks had already noticed something was wrong and began to retreat in panic.

The surprise in the heart of the ancestor Qingwu was no less than that in Meng Qi.

The three steps he had been shocked before were that he underestimated the bitter fruits that Meng Qi had suffered.

"I heard the name of the national master for a long time. When I saw it today, I really surprised the old Taoist." The old ancestor Qingwu smiled and his eyes were full of coldness. He asked word by word, "It seems that the national master is interested in the treasures of the imperial tomb?"

"The tomb of Emperor Chen Li is full of things that are difficult to move. There are no magical weapons and martial arts secrets. The pearls inlaid on the wall have been dim for hundreds of years. Although gold and silverware are exquisitely made, they all have the marks of the Chen Dynasty royal family. Unless they are hidden at home and play with them by themselves, it will be inconvenient to sell them."

Meng Qi was very clear. The female disciple began to suspect that the treasure of Emperor Li's tomb had long been discovered by the Chu Dynasty, and had even been dug up and refilled. She looked at the Qingwu Ancestor anxiously, but she did not dare to speak out.

Meng Qi took all the changes in the expression of the ancestor Qingwu. Seeing that he was not panicked, his guess became more and more invented.

——The Ancestor Qingwu was indeed not for the treasure of the imperial tomb. He didn’t care at all about how much he could get from the Emperor Li’s tomb. Even if the tomb was emptied, it would be fine. As long as the people in the Jianghu knew that the Emperor Li’s tomb was born, they would gather in Taijing.

What I saw and heard along the way came to my mind.

No matter where the people in the martial arts world go, they are in a turmoil and well-known. This time, unlike the past, it is no longer any weapons or secrets that the people cannot understand, but the mysterious tomb of Emperor Li!

In addition to the people of the Jianghu, Lu Zhang, the emperor of Qi Dynasty, was also interested.

The court was short of money, and the three kings of the Chu Dynasty in the south were also short of money.

As things get worse, Taijing will become mixed with fish and dragons, and all forces will emerge one after another.

In this case, Taijing will naturally be more vigilant, and the city patrol guards wish to drive all the people from the city. While Lu Zhang left enough personnel in the palace, he would quietly send people to Yunshan to grasp the situation and wait for an opportunity to take action.

Is the ancestor Qingwu going to use the treasure of Emperor Li’s tomb to capture all these people in one go?

The drunkard's intention is not about wine, I'm afraid there is another mystery.

Meng Qi's thoughts were lit up and he instantly came to a conclusion.

He slowly put his hands behind his back, his tone of unclear meaning: "It seems that Taijing is going to usher in another bloody storm."

Then he saw a look of horror in the eyes of the older disciple wearing a mask.

Meng Qi raised his finger and said carelessly, "Lu Zhang values ​​power. No powerful minister has appeared in the Qi Dynasty. If you seize the country and have no military power, you may not be able to sit firmly. So this time, a prince was used by the observer. The palace became a change and ascended the throne. The observer wanted to support puppets? It is difficult to enter the palace, and it is not easy to break into the palace. There are too many 100,000 imperial guards. With tens of thousands of arrows at once, the top masters can't get any benefits. You rush in to cut melons and vegetables, and it's troublesome to kill them. It seems that there is an insider in the palace? Attacking and killing the Jinyiwei is not to prevent leaking rumors, but to attack Gong Jun, the deputy commander of the Jinyiwei. This is the most powerful person under Lu Zhang. If you arrest him, you will avoid subsequent changes?"

The Qingwu Ancestor's expression changed and he returned to calmness. He smiled hoarsely and said, "The National Master is thinking too much."

"The wise man doesn't say secret words." Meng Qi shook his sleeves and sneered, "Didn't you say that? Why struggle to die if you plan is exposed? It's better to see the true story of your subordinates... The success of the king and the defeat of the enemy is nothing more than this."

Meng Qi just said the first word "Success, King, Defeat, and Break" and then took action.

Unfortunately, the ancestor Qingwu also attacked at the same time.

The strong weather turned into invisible, and the ground was vibrated together.

The two of them faced each other with three feet left in the middle, but they couldn't touch them anyway.

"The national teacher is the national teacher of the previous dynasty. Why should we take charge of the dynasty?" asked the ancestor Qingwu sarcastically.

"I was in the court in the past, and you were waiting for the alchemists to come and get upset. Now I am wandering around the world, and you are going to cause trouble again." Meng Qi pushed forward with one hand, added another force, and looked down on him, "What does it have to do with the court if you don't like you?"

The ancestor Qingwu did not retreat and said sinisterly: "It's a pity for the old Taoist to do it. I thought the national teacher was also one of us."

"Just, how come you are a fellow disciple? Urgeing power and seizing the throne?" Meng Qi laughed instead of anger and said disdainfully, "How dare you discuss the behavior of villains with me?"

At this time, with Meng Qi and Qingwu Ancestor as the center, a strange air vortex gradually appeared in the Taoist temple. Gravel, sand and dust, and the masked black scarf on the ground were sucked by the vortex, followed by the tiles on the roof of the Taoist temple.

"Not good!" Seeing that the situation was not good, the two masked men rushed to escape from the pulling range of the vortex.

But it was fine if they didn't move, but the pressure would be even greater when they moved. The female disciple spitted out a mouthful of blood and was about to rest on the ground.

Her senior brother turned over and rolled several feet away.

"boom!"

The front yard was transformed into a deep circular pit.

Two figures rushed into the forest at an extremely fast speed. The trees wherever they passed were initially kept in their original state, but when the wind blew, they began to collapse.

There was another loud noise, and the female disciple was buried under the courtyard wall. It turned out that the mountain gate, stone steps and courtyard wall of Xianyue Temple were all turned into gravel powder.

The palm that both sides tried their best was extraordinary. The entire valley was affected, with birds flying in shock and beasts crying.

Mo Li, who was far away in Liuhe Temple, suddenly felt his right eye twitching, and then he couldn't help but touch his belt.

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Chapter completed!