Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 169 Zhang Yuanqiao is very busy

At this point, it was too late for them to return to Luojing to watch the battle.

Sun Yanwan could only settle the group down first.

He was away for a long time this time, and two or three new courtyards had been built in the back mountain of Taiyi Temple.

One of them was designed by Sun Yanwan himself, and was prepared for Shi Si to live in. The other one was also designed by him himself, and was prepared... for the eldest senior brother, which was just enough for Shi Si and Gu Tuoniang to live in respectively.

He originally designed one for himself, but later found it was useless, so he gave up halfway.

The Tianji Sun family and the Nanmeng family have always maintained a large number of staff. Recently, the two families also sent a group of trained maids. Sun Lingdie and Nanmenggong had a tacit understanding and sent a few to Shi Si and Gu Tuoniang respectively.

As for Lu Shuangfeng and Wu Zhi, they naturally lived in Taiyi Temple, next to him.

After returning to Taiyi Temple, Sun Yanwan no longer had to worry about anything. He had two good opponents to practice martial arts with, and there would be one or two more competitions every day.

Although Sun Yanwan's martial arts skills were actually the lowest among the three, Lu Shuangfeng and Wu Zhi felt like they were dying after each duel. Sun Yanwan's changes in the face of the enemy and his various unimaginable methods were simply too hard to guard against. Even ordinary martial arts could be used in various ways by him.

Three or four days later, a fast horse brought back the news from Luojing.

The ancestor of the Dalang Dynasty and the leader of the Demon Cult, Yang Wuji, agreed to fight on the top of the Forbidden City. After a fierce battle, both of them were injured. The Dalang Dynasty army sent all its masters to hunt down the Demon Cult leader, but the two kings and four envoys showed up with more than ten demon generals to support the leader. The two sides fought fiercely and masters of each side fell.

After receiving the news, Sun Yanwan, Lu Shuangfeng and Wu Zhi all sighed and regretted not staying a few more days so that they could not see the duel.

Deep in the palace of the Dalang Dynasty, there were constant coughing sounds. Dozens of Yulin Guards, each with elite soldiers, surrounded the palace tightly. Since the decisive battle on the top of the Forbidden City, the palace has increased the number of masters by twenty times, and it is guarded by wind and rain.

More than ten young princes gathered outside a bedroom. After a while, an old eunuch came out and sang, "Second Prince, please come in."

The Second Prince went into the bedroom with a smug look on his face. After a long while, he came out and waved to his brothers, saying, "The old ancestor needs to recuperate and cannot see you any more. Please go back, brothers."

The rest of the princes all had gloomy expressions. The entire Dalang Dynasty knew that the ancestor supported the second prince. As long as the ancestor was still alive, they had no chance.

Zhang Qingxi didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He stood up, glanced at the sky, and thought to himself, "Should I go see my mother?"

At this moment, he suddenly felt a shock all over his body, because he saw an extremely familiar figure. The other party passed by him. He was wearing the clothes of a young eunuch, but because of his tall figure, the clothes were a little tight.

This "little eunuch" carried the food tray and entered the bedroom. After a while, a long and shrill cry came from the bedroom: "Ten Powers of Tathagata!"

"When will Longzang Temple produce another great master?"

The sound of qi and energy clashing rang out continuously. The Yulin Guards who were surrounding outside were all horrified. They had never expected that someone would dare to launch a sneak attack on their ancestor for the first time in history.
Our ancestor is the best in the world!
Even if he was injured, an ordinary master would not be a match for the ancestor in ten moves.

Everyone drew their weapons and rushed into the three-foot area of ​​the bedroom. A general leading the troops shouted, "Old Ancestor, do you need our help?!"

A tall figure suddenly rushed out and crashed into the Yulin Guards. He used his fists and feet to kill sixteen or seventeen people in an instant. Then, like a magic trick, he disappeared without a trace.

While this person must be found, killing him wasn't the most important thing. Over a dozen Imperial Guards, eager to seize the credit, rushed into the bedroom, and cries of surprise were heard. The princes who had grown up in the palace had all received the harshest education in power. Those still alive were all shrewd and calculating. They immediately ignored the Second Prince's attempts to stop them and seized the opportunity to break into the bedroom. They cried out, "Ancestor!" and wept miserably, not even having time to observe what was happening.
The generals who stayed outside led people to search repeatedly, but they never found the assassin.

Zhang Qingxi had been looking at the Yulin guards killed by the assassin on the ground. He had discovered long ago that some of these Yulin guards had lost their shoulder armor, some had lost their helmets, and some had lost their battle skirts. Since each person only lost a piece of armor, it did not attract attention.

He smiled slightly. The huge mountain that had been pressing down on his head since he entered the palace seemed to have suddenly softened a little, and the restraints that had been trapping him and making him breathless seemed to have loosened a little.

Zhang Qingxi did not take the opportunity to rush into the bedroom like the other princes, take his men and leave.

The next day, the bedroom where the ancestor lived was sealed off, and no one knew what happened inside.
Anyway, except for a few adult princes, everyone else was trapped inside.

The Demon Cult leader Yang Wuji's face turned pale as he murmured softly, "So the old man wasn't injured. He wasn't injured?"

"If he could kill the previous generation of Longzang Temple's genius without getting hurt, I would definitely not leave the palace alive."

"This is how the same thing?"

"Could it be that it really wasn't that old man who did it back then?"

"Who could it be? It's definitely not Patriarch Feng of Songyang. He wasn't that kind of person, and he died within a few years..."

"Who could it be? Da Ku? Or Mu Xian Yuan?"

A tall and graceful young man walked in. Although he looked young, everyone knew that this King Harsha of the Demon Cult was not a real young man. He just advanced to the innate realm earlier.

King Harsha whispered, "Is the Master feeling better?"

Yang Wuji sighed and said, "It will take two to three years to recover from this injury!"

"However, although that old man's martial arts skills are unfathomable, he is old after all. Compared to his peak martial arts skills, his martial arts skills have declined. I'm afraid his injuries are more serious than mine. He will need at least five years to recover."

"Go tell Alanta!"

"I've already done what I should do in this alliance. What's left is what he should do."

A tall gang member suddenly rushed in and said, "Master, something terrible has happened."

As soon as Yang Wuji shouted, a fierce punch came towards him. He was also knowledgeable and was shocked. He shouted, "Xuan Hao Divine Palm!" He waved his hand to block the move. The unparalleled punch force shook his whole body's meridians like needles.

If he was in peak condition, Yang Wuji would not be afraid of the secret palm technique of the Songyang School, but he had just duelled with a top master and was seriously injured. He was trying hard to raise his true energy and was so frustrated that he almost vomited blood.

Yang Wuji cursed, "Zhang Yuanqiao, what kind of boxing skills are you using? Are you pretending to have the Great Sun Amitabha Freedom Power of Longzang Temple? The fox tail of the Three Yang Dry Flame Divine Art can't hide its smell even from a hundred miles away!"

(End of this chapter)