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She stopped talking and went back to the house to get the wine.

Because of Mrs. Ye's order, the Goryeo swordsman Fu Jun asked to see the Demon Emperor, but he was not stopped. Instead, the waiter led him to the small courtyard where the Demon Emperor was located.

With a long sword hanging from his waist and a clean and capable cyan gown, Fu Junmao walked straight to the stone table, glanced at Shi Jixuan with a calm expression, and sat down on the stone bench opposite Mrs. Ye without being overly polite. superior.

"Brother, my sister is leaving."

Mrs. Ye nodded slowly, motioning for Xiao Meiniang who came from the house to pour the wine, and said: "Then forgive my brother for not being able to see him off, sister walk slowly all the way."

Fu Junmao smiled, her eyes were as helpless and gentle as before, and said: "If I knew that you would become the devil emperor, my sister would ask you for an extra promise if she doesn't want to be cheeky, brother, sister, I'm afraid I won't be able to get along with you for a few years. Goodbye to you, and when you say goodbye, I hope that you will not be on the battlefield again."

Ye Tai smiled lightly: "As long as my sister wants to see me, she can come anytime. The Holy Gate welcomes me."

Fu Junmao raised her hand to stroke Ye Tai's hair, and said, "No, my sister will go back this time, and she will retreat to attack the grand master. If she fails, she will become benevolent. Zhonger Linger, please take care of me. They have the ability to fight for the hegemony of the middle-earth." Ambition will inevitably confront you, please don't hurt their lives."

Mrs. Ye nodded and said: "Yes, someone gave me a piece of meat to eat, so I will give him his life back, which is just as it should be."

"That's fine."

Fu Junmai patted Mrs. Ye's hand, and said: "At noon the day after tomorrow, Duke Yang's treasury will be opened. The Buddhist and Taoist families, together with my sister's master, and the heavenly sword Song Que, want to take your life first, and then fight for the treasury. I hope This news can make you and your sister's master safe, so if you are careful, then I will leave."

Tai Ye smiled and nodded, handed Fu Junmei a glass of wine on the table, picked up a glass herself, and said, "The wind is cold on the road, this glass of wine can withstand the cold wind all the way."

Fu Junmao smiled and nodded, took the wine, had a drink with Mrs. Ye, got up and left.

Xiao Meiniang held her chest, looked at Fu Junmao's back, and said, "Devil Emperor, your god-sister is a good person."

Mrs. Ye looked back from the distant figure, and said, "Who says it's not."

197、佛弃魔厌

Fu Junmao left.

He left China and returned to his homeland with the hope of Fu Cailin and the Korean people.

The Demon Emperor uttered the words, those who move Fu Jun's concubine will teach the whole barbarians, and the nine clans will be connected.

Nowadays, almost all the masters of the Middle Earth are gathered in Chang'an, and my god-sister is also a top-notch master, so no one would dare to take the shame of the Demon Sect and kill her.

In Chang'an City, various forces occupy one side, hovering above the ancient city from time to time, the aura interaction between grandmasters and great masters is like a dragon and snake swimming around, making the scalps of those in the martial arts world who can feel the aura feel numb.

Even ordinary people, as long as they are in Chang'an City, they will feel chest tightness and shortness of breath for no reason, as if some great horror is about to come.

Everyone in Chang'an City is in danger.

Just yesterday, His Majesty the Emperor Li Yuan issued an order to evacuate the people from the southern half of the city.

After this imperial decree came down, the forces of all parties also roughly figured out that the location of Duke Yang's treasure house should be just south of Chang'an City.

So under some kind of tacit understanding, the top masters entrenched in all sides began to gather towards the southern half of the city.

As for the civilians, there are hardly a few nail-biting households, because the recent sharp increase in the number of people in the Jianghu in Chang'an City, coupled with the dull psychological pressure caused by the interaction of Qi and machine of the grandmasters, and the dark clouds overwhelming the city, all signs show that , in this southern half of the city, something big is about to happen.

Under the organization of the soldiers guarding the city, the dense flow of people marched towards the northern half of the city in an orderly manner.

However, on all the main roads, one or two waves of martial artists with calm expressions can be seen, going against the flow of people, heading towards the southern half of the city.

For such people, the city guards turned a blind eye, because the power released from those people far exceeded their force value, and they couldn't control them if they wanted to.

According to the words of the Demon Emperor, only those who have reached the level of a master in martial arts are qualified to come to die.

So the soldiers guarding the city didn't ask for trouble.

Ordinary civilians, on the other hand, shunned such people and made detours one after another.

People in the martial arts that even the masters of the officers and soldiers dare not control, they are blind to touch their bad luck.

Day two.

The southern half of the city has almost become an empty city, the streets are empty and deserted, the autumn wind is rustling and there is no sound, except for a few crowing and barking of dogs, the silence is a bit scary.

However, if a martial arts master is in it, he can clearly feel that the air mechanisms that are denser than the previous few days are interacting and colliding above the empty city.

Just like the silence before a storm breaks out, the thunder that will destroy everything is hidden behind the gloomy dark clouds, brewing and accumulating.

Just waiting for an opportunity to detonate this long-standing situation.

Now the forces of all parties have occupied various favorable terrains in the center of the southern half of the city.

Because everyone knows what kind of thoughts everyone has and where they are entrenched, so almost no one can hide their aura.

As long as the masters above the innate level have a little understanding, they can almost understand the distribution of forces in the city.

The largest of them is located at the Yuelai Inn next to the Yuema Bridge.

on the eaves.

Ning Daoqi, a master of Buddhism and Taoism, Cailin, a master of Yijian, and Song Que, a master of heavenly sword, three great masters with different styles, soaring into the sky, and the forces in all directions, no one can compete with them.

One mile north of Yuema Bridge.

Here is an open flat.

In the middle of dozens of novice monks sit cross-legged the four great monks of Buddhism, as well as the master of the Jingnian Temple and the Zen master Liaokong who has practiced closed-mouth meditation all his life.

The auras of the five people are not as different as the others, and they are self-contained, but almost twisted into one. Amidst the bursts of Sanskrit sounds, the vision of Fumo King Kong is looming in the sky above the Buddhist monks.

An arrogance of a supreme master, bullying the sky.

It is one or two miles east of the vision of Fumo King Kong.

This is a flower building with flying eaves and elegant decoration.

It's just that the people inside have already left the building, and now it is the leader of the Jianghu Rebel Army, Du Fuwei, the half-step master, who is leading the twelve wild masters.

Different from the qi mechanism of the five great monks of Buddhism who are almost twisted into one, the qi mechanism of the more than ten wild masters of the world is incompatible.

Laughter kept coming from the flower building, and the strong smell of wine spread all over the place.

There was no trace of the composure and solemnity before the war, but instead there was a wild, unrestrained and free and easy atmosphere.

But from time to time, the thirteen energies erupt together, and the air waves formed by the group of snakes are not weaker than the arrogance of ordinary great masters, and even surpass them.

There is also a force worthy of attention, entrenched in a luxurious mansion in the center of the southern half of the city.

Yu Wenhua and the Yuwen Clan represented by Dugu Yan, and the Dugu Clan represented by Dugu Yan, joined forces to form a force including twelve masters.

Their aura is not as powerful as Fu Cailin and other three masters, nor is it as powerful as Fumo King Kong's sky, nor is it like Du Fuwei's unrestrained wildness.