"She is indeed a genius." Wang Chongyang's eyes showed a trace of tenderness, but he quickly thought of his current situation. If she knew about it, he was afraid that she would laugh at him. He frowned immediately.
After listening to their narration, the sweeping monk breathed a sigh of relief. "I see, I thought …" He did not finish his sentence. Everyone was still in shock and no one paid attention.
"This matter is over, I should leave." The sweeping monk put his palms together and bowed to Huang Chang and the others to express his apologies.
At this time, Zhao Gou suddenly spoke. "Since you hate our surnamed Zhao to the bone, why didn't you kill him?"
Everyone looked in the direction he pointed and saw Prince Yi's expression changing. Prince Yi had just seen that the sweeping monk did not even let Wang Chongyang of the Mansion of Spirits go. He was already muttering in his heart. He could only pray that the sweeping monk would forget him. Who knew that Zhao Gou would mention it.
Zhao Gou continued. "You should know that after I die, Prince Yi will most likely usurp the throne and become the emperor. Isn't it still our country? What is the meaning of your actions this time?" He was, after all, a hero of his generation. Even though he had lost so badly, he immediately realized the opportunity when he recovered a little. Provoke the relationship between the sweeping monk and Prince Yi. Even if he died, he would drag Prince Yi down with him!
The sweeping monk shook his head slightly. "It's better that he is alive."
"Why?" Zhao Gou was shocked and hurriedly asked.
"After all, there is still a crown prince in the capital. If I kill Prince Yi, won't it help the crown prince you chose to smoothly ascend the throne?" The sweeping monk said. "If I leave him alive, he will definitely fight with the crown prince. At that time, there will be a fierce battle. With Prince Yi's scheming, the crown prince will definitely not be his opponent. But after he ascends the throne, the world will not obey him. In the future, those ambitious members of your Zhao family will definitely learn from him and use righteousness to suppress him. In this way, your Zhao family will never have a day of peace. "
Zhao Gou was shocked. He did not think that the sweeping monk could see so clearly. After such an analysis, the subsequent development was most likely as he said.
Prince Yi was about to cry. Although he knew that the sweeping monk was scheming against him, he could not help but thank him for not killing him. But he was worried that he would make the sweeping monk change his mind. So he opened his mouth and did not dare to say anything.
The sweeping monk slowly walked down the mountain path. Everyone could see that his face was pale. They knew that after dealing with the surprise attacks of three Great Grandmasters and Zhao Gou, no matter how powerful he was, he was now at the end of his tether. But no one dared to stop him. Whether it was Zhao Gou's side or King Yi's side, they all wanted him to leave quickly.
Seeing his back getting further and further, King Yi stood up proudly. Of Zhao Gou's side was that Prince. of Prince Yi, of Prince Yi and of, they all of them wanted him.
"Family, as I said before, if you do not, it, it, I," King said, "I. "Of it, of King, of of of of of of of." Of. "Yi," ",", ".", ".. of of. of of. of" of "of", "of" of "of of" of "of of of of of"... of of, of of of of of of.
"It was a pity that Song Qingshu did not keep his promise. Otherwise, you would not have succeeded!" Looking at the other party getting closer and closer, Zhao Gou's tone was full of resentment. Originally, his side had the absolute advantage. He had hidden his ultimate martial arts for so many years, but because Song QingShu had not come, it had caused all his efforts to go to waste. Now, the person he hated the most was not the Floor Sweeping Monk, King Yi, and the others, but Song QingShu, who had never appeared.
"He was held up by Prime Minister Jia's men. How could he come back so quickly?" Prince Yi sneered, thinking that Xia Quan and Liu Gu had about a hundred thousand men and horses under their command. Perhaps by this time, they had already conquered Yangzhou under the surname Song. "But Official can rest assured. On the day I ascend the throne, I will certainly eliminate the surname Song. It can also be considered as avenging Official."
Song Qingshu's martial arts and reputation were too high. He also had a hundred thousand elite soldiers under him. If any member of the royal family tried to rope him in, Prince Yi's throne might not be secure. Naturally, he had to get rid of Song Qingshu first.
He heard that Song Qingshu had beautiful women around him. When the time came, he would take advantage of the situation and accept them.
"Men, send the family on their way." Prince Yi waved his hand and called for a subordinate. He was not stupid. How could he do something like regicide himself? It would leave a handle for the world to use against him for no reason. Now that one of his subordinates killed Zhao Gou, he could even be used as a scapegoat in the future.
That subordinate was a death warrior raised by Prince Yi. He did not hesitate and slashed at Zhao Gou's head. At this moment, a cold light flashed. The waist knife in his hand was blocked by a long sword.
Looking at the incomparably beautiful woman in front of him, Prince Yi was stunned. "Miss Yue, you are …"
Xiao Long Nu frowned slightly and said indifferently, "You just said that you want to get rid of Song … Qingshu?"
Prince Yi wanted to give himself a big slap. Seeing that he was about to rise to the top in one step, he got carried away and actually forgot that when Xiao Long Nu failed to enter the palace to assassinate him, it was Song Qingshu who protected her. If the two of them did not have an affair, why would he take such a big risk?
Just now, he said that those women with the surname Song were all beautiful. Now, any one of them was as beautiful as a fairy. He looked at Xiao Long Nu greedily. Prince Yi realized that as his power grew, the desire in his heart grew stronger.
"I don't like the look in your eyes now." Xiao Long Nu turned her body sideways, a hint of disgust in her eyes.
Prince Yi's face darkened. He thought to himself that he was going to be the Emperor soon. How dare a woman from the pugilistic world like you give me that look? He wanted to reprimand her a little, but then he remembered that Li Qingluo and Xiao Long Nu were highly skilled in martial arts. If they were to fall out now, it would really bring about changes. It was better to wait for the situation to be settled, and then slowly deal with these two women.
While the two of them were in a stalemate, suddenly there was a loud explosion in the distance. Everyone subconsciously turned their heads.
The sweeping monk walked a little slowly. When he was about a hundred feet away from the bamboo forest, the ground suddenly exploded. Countless hidden weapons mixed with the soil shot towards his body, sealing off all his escape routes. No matter how amazing his qinggong was, he would not be able to avoid it.
The sweeping monk had just plotted against the three grandmasters. How could he not guard against others doing the same? The reason why he walked so slowly just now was that he had to seize the time to digest the power that he had absorbed from Zhao Gou using the Northern Underworld Divine Skill.
If it was a normal day, although Zhao Gou's inner power was strong, the sweeping monk's cultivation was even more unfathomable. After absorbing his lifetime's power, he could quickly transform it into his own power. But this time, he schemed to severely injure the three grandmasters, and then he was counterattacked by Wang Chongyang. In addition, he had to deal with Zhao Gou's attack later. His own inner power could be said to be exhausted.
In this kind of situation, the process of refining Zhao Gou's power was much slower than usual. However, he slowly left like this. The hundreds of feet of distance gave him enough time to refine most of Zhao Gou's inner power. It was enough for him to face the danger that suddenly appeared.
He spread his robe, and the ultimate skill of Heaven and Earth in the Sleeve became even more amazing. The hidden weapons and soil that filled the sky were all collected into his sleeve.
But it was clear that the enemy did not intend to use these hidden weapons to kill a grandmaster. Following behind the hidden weapons was an old man in green with a long beard and a square headscarf on his head.
The movement of the old man in green was very unique. It was very different from the movements of the martial arts world of the Central Plains. He was originally in front, but suddenly he moved to the right side of the sweeping monk, and his palm struck towards his ribs.
There was no technique to this palm, but the air at the center of the palm seemed to be twisted, reflecting a strange light.
"This martial art looks a little familiar?" Wang Chongyang was deep in thought.
Huang Chang humphed weakly, "The martial art of the Isle of Heroes." He had just fought with Shi Potian for a long time, so he could naturally be sure.
"Judging by his appearance, I wonder if he is the Dragon Island Master or the Wood Island Master." The Drunkard Monk was very curious. Now that the three grandmasters were all disabled, they had let go of everything else. They just watched everything with the attitude of watching a show, hoping that the more chaotic it was, the better.
Wang Chongyang answered, "The Isle of Heroes rewards the good and punishes the evil. One of them wears yellow, and the other wears green. Since this person is wearing green, he must be the Wood Island Master."
Zhao Gou said coldly, "Jia She, that old man!" Jia She was Jia Shidao's half-brother. He had almost inherited the title of Duke Rongguo, so he naturally went to the palace to visit the emperor. Now that he was here, it meant that Jia Shidao had finally made his move.
Unfortunately, he had lost everything. He had no pawns to use, and he didn't even have the right to enter the game. It was all because of the wrong information. At first, he thought that the Mansion of Spirits was controlled by Jia Shidao, but he didn't expect King Yi to have so many masters.
"Is it another Great Grandmaster?" someone asked.
The grandmasters looked at each other and then shook their heads. Wang Chongyang said, "Looks like, but not."
Huang Chang added, "This palm is almost at the threshold of the Great Grandmaster Realm. He can be considered half a step to the Great Grandmaster Realm." However, the three of them knew that the difference of one word could make a huge difference. It seemed that the difference wasn't far, but many top masters couldn't break through to the Great Grandmaster Realm in their lifetime.
"Although it's still not mature enough, with Nameless's current state, it's hard to say who will win," the Drunkard Monk murmured to himself.
They didn't have time to chat anymore. They all watched the changes of the battle intently.
In the blink of an eye, the Sweeping Monk had already exchanged several moves with the Wood Island Master. The Sweeping Monk was obviously very afraid of his palm power, so he didn't take it head-on. Instead, he used excellent body movements to resolve it.
Seeing him in danger, many people felt a trace of sadness in their hearts. They thought that a Great Grandmaster was going to die in the hands of a small fry.
After all, Huang Chang and the other two had been injured by a Great Grandmaster, which was in line with everyone's expectations. Only a Great Grandmaster had the ability to injure a Great Grandmaster. If such a top Great Grandmaster was killed by someone of a higher realm, it would really make people sigh.
Suddenly, the Sweeping Monk made his move. He gave a light slap, as gentle as a lover's caress. Seeing this, Huang Chang and Wang Chongyang both turned to look at the Drunkard Monk. He had been seriously injured by this slap.
"Amitabha." The Drunkard Monk seemed to see the end, and his voice was full of sorrow.
When the Wood Island Master saw his palm coming, he was greatly alarmed. However, he thought that his opponent was now an arrow at the end of its flight, and his own palm power should have reached him first. As such, he clenched his teeth, didn't dodge, and continued to press his palm down.
However, his pupils suddenly constricted. He didn't know how the other party's light palm had somehow reached him first even though it had been launched later.
The Wood Island Master suddenly felt a sharp pain all over his body. He could no longer stand steadily and fell to his knees on the ground.
The Sweeping Monk wasn't feeling well either. If it had been a normal day, this slap would have been enough to kill his opponent and leave him unscathed. However, he was now an arrow at the end of its flight. In the end, he still couldn't avoid his opponent's palm. In an instant, he felt several of his ribs break, and half of his body was paralyzed.
At this moment, the ground behind him suddenly exploded again. A figure suddenly leaped out, and taking advantage of the brief moment of paralysis, a punch landed on his back.
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