You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Li Qingxi raised her eyebrows slightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said:

"It seems that there are still people who know the value of things. Yes, this is the legendary Nevernight Marquis."

When these words were spoken, the envoy from Ziyun Kingdom was so excited that he almost jumped up.

This legendary divine object actually exists in the world, and is in the hands of the emperor at this moment.

He couldn't help but feel curious and awed by the mysterious figure named Zhang Changqing. Could this person be the immortal that was widely circulated in Xingyang Kingdom?

The envoys from other countries also showed expressions of sudden enlightenment, and then their eyes became hot, as if they had seen endless treasures.

At this moment, a cold snort suddenly came from the crowd outside, the sound was loud and cold, like a cold wind blowing across the lake.

"Humph! Such a divine thing is wasted on you guys, it's simply a waste of heaven's gift!"

Everyone was attracted by the sudden sound and their eyes turned to the crowd.

The crowd automatically parted, revealing seven people in dark brown clothes.

They were of different ages, some had white hair and beards, and some were just over thirty, but without exception they all exuded a powerful aura.

The Xingyang Kingdom's priests who were hiding in the dark appeared one after another. Their expressions were solemn and alert. They had obviously sensed the powerful aura of the Great Martial Sect from these seven people.

Wang Gang even shouted: "Where did this scoundrel come from? How dare you speak nonsense here!"

The old man who was the leader of the seven people smiled and said: "I am telling the truth. Now the only ones in the world who deserve this can of tea are us Seven Wolves."

"Seven Wolves!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Seeing everyone's puzzled look, he immediately explained:

"These seven wolves are the bandits on the border, made up of great martial masters from seven countries. They had committed serious crimes in their respective countries and were exiled to the border, but they gathered together to commit all kinds of crimes, including burning, killing, looting and committing all kinds of evil. They are very powerful, and we have failed to encircle and suppress them many times. I didn't expect them to dare to come here."

The leader of the Seven Wolves went on to say: "I didn't expect that in such a large country like Xingyang, there are only four worshippers left. It's really pitiful. However, it's good this way, as it makes it more convenient for us to receive the treasures."

The four great priests looked at each other, and the chief priest who practiced Qi said, "Protect His Majesty!", and then rushed towards the leader of the Seven Wolves first.

The three priests including Wang Gang did not lag behind and rushed forward to look for their opponents. Many soldiers took action and surrounded Li Qingxi in the center to protect him.

Seeing this, the seven wolves did not show any weakness and went forward to meet them.

For a moment, the entire hall was filled with the sounds of fighting and weapons clashing, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

It didn't take long before the Xingyang priests began to feel exhausted.

The Seven Wolves were indeed powerful. They burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of atrocities on the borders of various countries, and this was also because they had the support of powerful military force.

Although the Xingyang Kingdom's priests are also top masters, their number is too small after all.

As the battle progressed, the Seven Wolves gradually gained the upper hand.

The Seven Wolves were indeed very powerful, and they worked in perfect harmony, leaving the priests helpless. At this moment, the priests were covered in wounds.

The situation gradually became clear. The leader of the Seven Wolves, a skinny old man, freed his hands and walked towards Li Qingxi who was sitting on the throne.

He said, "Didn't they say that your Xingyang country is blessed by immortals? Why haven't you come out yet? Are you afraid of us and dare not show up?" The old man laughed dryly, his eyes looking a little creepy.

"Just now I was worried that the immortal would come out and kill us all at once, but now it seems that he is just a wimp."

"Instead of worshipping the immortal, why not worship us, the Seven Wolves? We don't ask for much, just that can of tea!"

The old man continued speaking as he walked up the stairs step by step towards Li Qingxi who was protected by the soldiers.

Li Qingxi was not panicking. She was waiting, waiting for the person who might appear.

The four great priests saw it all and were anxious, but they were entangled by the other six and were powerless to do anything.

Some soldiers tried to attack, but facing the Great Wuzong, the gap was too big and there was almost no suspense. The screams of the soldiers lingered in Li Qingxi's ears.

Li Qingxi closed his eyes in some pain, repeating in his mind:

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer..."

She knew that the man must still be watching nearby, and she wanted to take a chance.

The screams became more and more frequent, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer. Li Qingxi's breathing became disordered and her heart was in great pain. She didn't want the soldiers to make unnecessary sacrifices, but she wanted to see that face again and didn't want to believe that the man had gone away. The conflict in her heart seemed to tear her apart.

Finally, Li Qingxi looked into the distance with a complicated look, sighed, and said softly: "You really have a cruel heart."

Li Qingxi's eyes turned cold, and he pointed at the wooden sword. The sword flashed with a green light, and it automatically left the sword's body and floated beside him.

The old man of the Seven Wolves was so shocked by this scene that he was speechless. Suddenly, he felt a chill in his heart. He looked down and saw that his left chest was transparent from front to back. His heart had turned into minced meat, mixed with blood, and flowed down his clothes.

The old man of the Seven Wolves fell back with disbelief in his eyes, and at the last moment he actually felt some regret in his heart, but in the end he would never have the chance to confide his feelings to others.

The wooden sword did not stop after crushing the old man's heart. Instead, it emitted a bright green light and flew towards the remaining seven wolves in the distance.

The wooden sword was extremely fast, and the six people who were fighting with the four great priests did not notice the sudden change at first, until the sudden screams of the two men and two heads flying high with blood splattered, the situation changed instantly.

The remaining four members of the Seven Wolves were terrified. Seeing that something was not right, they wanted to retreat. However, the Four Great Priests would not let them do as they wished. They tried their best to stop them and made sure that all the Seven Wolves would be buried in Xingyang State.

The Seven Wolves were blocked from retreating and looked extremely ugly, but they were still men. None of them surrendered. Instead, they became ruthless and frantically summoned their blood and energy, forming a thick layer of protective qi on their bodies, wanting to fight to the death.

But Li Qingxi did not give them any chance. With a flash of green light, the protective aura of one of the Seven Wolves was like paper and was instantly pierced through. Naturally, the others were not spared and their bodies were separated.

The situation of the other three people was not much better. They were held down by the priests and had no chance of escape. When a green light flashed, their fate was self-evident.

Li Qingxi sat down on the dragon chair again and said coldly: "Hang the heads of the seven wolves on the four city gates as a warning to others!"

The soldiers below received the order.

The green light drew a long green line and flew close to Li Qingxi. Looking at the bloodstain above, he asked someone to bring a silk handkerchief, wiped it carefully, and then put it into the scabbard. The light of the scabbard seemed to dim a little when the wooden sword was put into it.

Chang Qing spent several days making this scabbard, and embedded the only unused spirit crystal he had left on him into it. The spiritual energy contained in the spirit crystal can roughly activate dozens of spells.

Afterwards, he carved the trajectory of spiritual energy on the wooden sword, allowing ordinary people to use magic.

Of course, this sword has left a trace of aura behind it, and only those who are recognized can use it. When Li Qingxi put his hand on the wooden sword for the first time, the method of use had already been conveyed to Li Qingxi's mind.

The envoys had just felt sympathy for the plight of Xingyang Kingdom, but they did not expect it to end so quickly, and the winning party was the one they had not been optimistic about before.

Seeing that the wooden sword was so magical, the envoys felt a little dignified and looked at Li Qingxi on the throne with some fear. After all, killing Da Wuzong was like cutting grass. Who would dare to mess with Xingyang Kingdom in the future?

The people below were filled with excitement and excitement. After all, they had witnessed a miracle. They shouted, "Our emperor is mighty, our emperor is mighty~"

The sounds gradually became more uniform, with each wave getting louder than the last, spreading throughout the imperial city.

Far away, a young man in white clothes on the roof saw this scene, smiled slightly, and jumped off the roof.

A donkey was led out from the corner, humming a tune and walking towards the north gate.