The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

At this moment, everyone in the audience was stunned.

Sa!

It’s so cool!!!

So beautiful and cool!!!

It makes people feel passionate and their blood boils.

Especially the men present, they looked at Jiang Wantang with admiration and respect.

Ji Wuyuan and Xie Zhiyan on the high platform were also amazed by this scene. They had never seen Jiang Wantang so powerful and radiant. Just looking at her sword style, the complexity in their eyes became more intense.

The sword technique used by Jiang Wantang was very beautiful, the sword moves were domineering and powerful, and the movements were smooth and flowing.

But, this happens to be Ji Wuwang's ultimate move...

Not to mention learning it, there are very few people who have seen it.

Ji Wuwang stared at Jiang Wantang on the field as if no one was around, with the corner of his mouth raised never lowering.

Her performance far exceeded his expectations. It seemed that she had never slacked off even after they separated.

Thinking of this, Ji Wuwang's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. The pain, indescribable heartache and pity spread in his heart.

The question, "How have you been these years?" was one he never dared to ask.

Baili Yuyan, who was outside the field, had also been quietly watching Jiang Wantang. He narrowed his black eyes, and there was a look of wanton interest in his eyes.

This kind of woman is what he wants, the one who can rival him.

"Tsk tsk..."

At this moment, a young man in the crowd, dressed in purple robes and adorned with jewels, waved his folding fan, tutted several times, and exclaimed, "It's true... the pinker the clothes, the more ferocious the fight!"

This person is none other than the dandy young man Zhao Yi.

After saying this, he looked at Jiang Huaizhou, who had a complicated expression on his face. He closed his fan, patted Jiang Huaizhou on the chest, and said in surprise, "Hey, Minister Jiang, you don't even know that your sister knows kung fu, do you?"

Jiang Huaizhou's eyes darkened and he said nothing.

He really didn't know.

Not only him, but also Xiao Jingheng, who was standing not far behind him, had a complicated and ugly expression after hearing these words.

In his previous life, he and Jiang Wantang had been married for nearly a year, hundreds of days and nights together, but he was unaware of it.

Zhao Yi looked at Jiang Huaizhou, his lips twitching, speechless.

Such a dazzling little girl was almost buried in the Jiang family.

Otherwise, it must be his cousin and Xie Zhiyan who had the keen eye to recognize the talent.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion on the field again, and Zhao Yi quickly looked up.

Nangong Liuli was covered in bruises and was about to collapse, when Baili Yuyan suddenly jumped up from the sidelines.

Nangong Liuli, as the Holy Maiden of Nanyue Kingdom, represents Nanyue Kingdom after all. First, Baili Yufeng suffered a crushing defeat, and then the Holy Maiden Liuli was defeated. It was really embarrassing for Nanyue Kingdom to lose face.

Therefore, if Baili Yuyan takes action at this time, regardless of whether he wins or loses, it will at least be much better than doing nothing. After all, there are other envoys watching.

He landed on the field, smiling warmly, and in a harmless manner proposed to join in the competition, switching to a two-player duel.

As soon as Baili Yuyan finished speaking, before Ji Wuyuan could react, Ji Wuwang had already leaped over and stood behind Jiang Wantang.

Seeing this, Xie Zhiyan also came on stage.

Zhao Yi's pupils suddenly widened in the audience. Just as he was wondering whether he should go up and pull him down, he heard movement behind him. It was Xiao Jingheng.

Xiao Jingheng also leaped up, and soon he saw Jiang Huaizhou beside him was also about to go on stage.

Zhao Yi quickly reached out to hold him back: "Hey, what are you doing? Your Kung Fu isn't even as good as his!!"

Jiang Huaizhou ignored him and walked straight up.

At this time, on the martial arts field, Baili Yuyan stood beside Nangong Liuli, and behind Jiang Wantang stood Ji Wuwang in a snow-white robe, Xie Zhiyan in a black and red suit, Xiao Jingheng in a dark blue brocade robe, and Jiang Huaizhou in a dark blue satin robe.

The scene suddenly became strange.

Ji Wuyuan, who was sitting upright on the high platform, looked at this scene and curled the corners of his lips slightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes, which were cold.

How wonderful!

Jiang Huaizhou is fine, but what about the others?

He almost crushed the armrests of the imperial chair...

After a while, Ji Wuyuan curled his lips slightly and ordered in a cold voice: "Everyone retreat!"

Upon hearing this, Baili Yuyan wisely left first. Xie Zhiyan, Xiao Jingheng and Jiang Huaizhou also left. Only Ji Wuwang was still standing there.

Nangong Liuli looked at Ji Wuwang, who was standing against her for the first time, and her expression was filled with astonishment and pain.

Ji Wuwang just looked at her coldly, with a warning in his eyes, then turned and walked away.

Nangong Liuli looked at his indifferent back as he left, her heart aching, and her body swayed unsteadily for a few times.

Jiang Wantang looked at her and said coldly, "Still competing?"

Nangong Liuli slowly steadied herself. She looked at Jiang Wantang's face with unspeakable hatred.

But she also understood that the winner had been decided and she lost.

If Baili Yuyan hadn't interrupted her, she would have lost even more miserably.

So, Nangong Liuli gritted her teeth and said word by word: "No need, I lost!"

"The Imperial Concubine is truly a hidden talent, truly an eye-opener."

She emphasized the words 'hidden'.

Jiang Wantang smiled sarcastically, didn't respond to her, and was about to leave.

In Nangong Liuli's eyes, such a reaction seemed more like disdain.

The bloodshot in her eyes spread, and her nails dug deep into her palms.

When Jiang Wantang turned around, Nangong Liuli suddenly called out to her, "Jiang Wantang, are you laughing at me?"

The smile on Jiang Wantang's lips deepened, and he said disdainfully, "Why, is my smile not obvious enough?"

"You!" Nangong Liuli was speechless for a moment. Looking at the wanton and arrogance on Jiang Wantang's face, she felt indescribable jealousy and anger.

She suddenly smiled with the corners of her lips curved, the smile was ambiguous: "Don't be too proud too soon, whoever laughs last is the real winner."

"By the way, there's something I want to tell you."

"My kung fu was taught personally by the Zhenbei King, Ji Wuwang. He and I are childhood sweethearts, unlike Ji Wuyuan..."

Jiang Wantang just looked at her calmly and said lightly, "Well, are you done?"

Nangong Liuli was stunned.

Jiang Wantang's reaction was obviously beyond her expectations.

It was as if she and Ji Wuwang really had no connection.

But the more indifferent she looked, the more angry Nangong Liuli became.

Why should she? !

You got everything without doing anything, but you still have to pretend that you don't care.

It's so hateful!

Nangong Liuli felt extremely angry and her face looked frighteningly ugly.

Jiang Wantang didn't care about her reaction and turned to walk towards Ji Wuyuan on the platform...