The sun sets, and in Juncheng, Song State, heavy snow falls. Passers-by are rushing, and an old man wearing a cloak is lined up to enter the city.

Today, Juncheng of Song State is obviously very cautious. There is no clear statement about what happened in the court in the early morning, but the flying news of various rumors made the people of Song State panic.

Although some of the people wanted to escape from Juncheng to avoid disaster, the whole city was strictly prohibited. You only need to enter but not leave. People outside could investigate before you could come in. However, people inside could not go out without permission.

At this critical moment, those who can enter the city must go through layers of inspections. If there is no sufficient proof, they will not dare to put them in the city at all. The old man in the cloak originally wanted to take advantage of the situation, but unexpectedly the inspection was too strict, so he had no chance.

But the old man in the cloak did not seem to be anxious. He seemed to be casually chatting with the people in line. After getting a few words, no one noticed that the shadow had disappeared completely silently.

When night fell, the old man in cloak appeared on Juncheng Street. Although the city gate was completely martial law, the life of the cultivator was not very affected. In the cultivation market in Juncheng, the old man in cloak was bright and crowded. The old man in cloaked all the way and finally got the news he wanted.

"I'm afraid Elder Ye has expected it to come to Song State for information."

The old man with a cloak looked solemn. He obviously did not expect the situation to be so complicated. He frowned and said suspiciously: "As soon as the young master of the Divine Sword arrived at Dizhicheng, such a big event happened in the State of Song. I'm afraid it's not simple."

The old man in the cloak has always been cautious. After pondering for a while, he was like a ghost in the dark night wandering around the Song State. It took almost half a night to finally decide this amazing fact, that is, Duke Song State had indeed passed away, and his death was very strange, and he was probably related to the three eldest sons.

"I heard from Elder Ye that he signed a contract with the Master of Divine Sword that day. If the Dizhicheng defeated the army of Di Kingdom, our sect would have to keep its promise. Today's affairs are probably unfavorable to Mr. Divine Sword, so we have to send the news back to the sect immediately."

The old man with a cloak frowned. He already felt that this matter was strange. If Wuji Sect did not respond properly, he would not only lose the rare opportunity, but might even fall into a passive state.

At this time, there was nothing to hesitate. The old man in the cloak immediately took out the teleportation token and immediately sent the message back to the sect. The disciples of the Foreign Affairs Council, who were on the sound screen, dared not negligently to report to Elder Mu when they received the transmission from the Song State.

Is it a news from the Song State? And the message is an urgent messaging. Only the elders and above are qualified to check it. Could it be the news from Senior Brother Ye? He is not a sand snake that captures Di State, but is preparing to plan in the potential Di State?

Mu Yuxuan couldn't help but feel amazement. He didn't dare to neglect it in his heart. He immediately rushed to the sound screen and used the authority of her elder's ring to get the message immediately.

"So that's the case?"

It took a long time for Mu Yuxuan to completely digest the message. Her expression became solemn, and immediately realized that this matter was the key to determining the development of Wuji Sect.

"No, I must tell the senior brother of the sect to this matter."

After pondering for a while, Mu Yuxuan immediately headed towards the General Affairs Hall. She knew that Mo Wentian had finished healing and should submit a task in the General Affairs Hall.

Mu Yuxuan was extremely fast, and he used the magical power of shrinking the ground into an inch, and soon arrived at the steps of the Comprehensive Affairs Hall. However, at this time, Mo Wentian just submitted his mission and left the hall.

"My sister, I don't know what's going on? Why are you in a hurry?"

Mo Wentian was a little confused and frowned and walked down the steps. The city had already received good news. What else was there?

"Senior Brother, this is the thing."

Mu Yuxuan looked certain and immediately reported the news that had just been heard from Song State.

"Junior Brother Ye did a good job. It was an unexpected surprise to capture the sand snake two days ago."

Mo Wentian nodded slightly, as if he was confident, and continued: "This news should have been sent by Wang Ai. Junior Brother Ye sent him to Song State, which was my plan at that time. However, leaving him alone in Song State Jun City is a bit weak after all."

As soon as this said, Mu Yuxuan immediately realized that the four elders knew about the matter of Wang Ai in Shadow Hall. It seemed that the head had already made arrangements.

While the two were talking, a deafening lion roar suddenly came from the direction of the Ling Beast Garden in the back mountain. A giant lion with golden auspicious clouds came over the wind and rushed to the front of the Zongwu Hall in an instant. However, it was seen kneeling on the ground and making a sound like a bell.

"Bihuo Little Tianliu, today I will join the Wuji Sect and I will pay my respects to the head of the sect."

While it was talking, a three-foot golden snake jumped out somewhere, and a phantom appeared above its head, but a big fat man with a big waist and a round waist made an extremely respectful voice.

"The head of the sect, the snake-tail Taotie came to pay a visit. I wish to listen to any orders of the sect, and I will be in vain."

The figure of a human can appear out of thin air. It is obvious that the snake tail Taotie is about to transform into an eight-stage spirit beast. The legend that is impossible in the borderland spiritual realm will evolve into a fact in the Wuji Sect.

The moon is hanging high, and the night is already deep. The banquet is held in the city, but it is a group of laughter and feasts, immersed in the joy of the victory.

The city lord's mansion was filled with guests, and the banquet was filled with Jindan monks. As the king of Zheng, Zheng Yuer was as elegant as a noble person. He toasted to all the true masters in turn and did not neglect any of them.

When the Prince of Divine Sword was in Song State, he heard about the name of the True Lord Tianyu. Later, he didn't expect that she would become the king of Zheng State. This was the first time she met, she felt amazing. Her eyes fell on her from beginning to end, and she couldn't hide the admiration in her eyes.

The first time, the Master Divine Sword felt that he was moved. Although he heard that Duke Zheng was a Taoist partner of the head of Wuji Sect, it did not hinder his passion.

"After this young master unifies the Song Kingdom, he will definitely come to conquer her!"

The eyes of the Divine Sword Master were burning. He originally planned to look for the True Lord Wuji directly, but after seeing the female king of Zheng, he suddenly changed his mind.

"The general attacks the slander. If he gives her some color in the current situation, I believe that the True Lord Wuji will know that he is powerful and will also make some requirements in the future to maximize the benefits he will get."

As soon as he thought of this, the Master Shendao stood up, raised his glass of wine and smiled: "Duke Zheng, I wish you this glass of wine to you, I wish both Zheng and Song dynasties will always be together and prosper together!"

As soon as these words were said, monks of all sects nodded, thinking that he spoke properly. In the northwest of Zheng and Song countries, the country was Di, and in the southeast, the powerful country of Yan. The relationship between the two countries was like lips and teeth, which was like a loss of lips and teeth. If the two countries had a good relationship, the other vassal states would not dare to easily move the two countries.

However, Zheng Yuer frowned because she had already heard the subtext of the words of the Master Divine Sword, but she did not say it clearly, just smiled faintly and watched the changes.

Sure enough, after three rounds of wine, the Master Divine Sword gently put down the wine glass. The leader of the Jindao Sect next to him immediately shook himself up, led the wine pot to the Hua Gun Ancestor, and said with a hearty smile: "Ancestor Hua Gun, I heard that you are an expert in brewing wine, and there are so many famous people in Zheng State. Let's compete."

During the drink order just now, the ancestor of Huagu put five or six Jindan monks in Song State under the table. At this time, he was already dizzy and was on the verge of drunkenness. He knew that he could not drink any more, and said immediately: "Master of Jindao Sect, today is almost the same. Let's drink it again tomorrow!"

"What? The ancestor of the flower gun? Don't drink with me, right? Do you mean to look down on the fellow cultivators of Song State? If the Master of Divine Sword had not arrived in time, the Dizhi City would have been destroyed, and your great head would have been cut off..."

"Enough!"

Just as the leader of the Jindao Sect became more and more active, and the faces of the monks of the Zheng State sects turned pale, the young master of the Divine Sword slapped the table with a slap, and his expression became a little unhappy.

"Young Master, what's wrong with what I said? In just one night, the Golden Knife Sect was slaughtered all over the world, and even the women and children were not spared. This was thousands of lives!"

At this moment, the Jindao Sect Master was full of anger and shouted loudly: "The price we paid to arrive at Dizhicheng as soon as possible is too high. It is not just a casual thank you from Zheng State that can fool you."

"The Jindao Sect Master said it well, and the disciples of the Tianjian Sect cannot die in vain."

The leader of the Tianjian Sect seemed to have been poked into the pain point, and lifted the wine pot and forced a pot of wine. He sighed sadly: "We sacrificed our heads and blood, and made great contributions to the pacification of Zheng State, but unexpectedly, I am really unwilling to accept this result!"

The two of them were singing together, as if they were full of unwillingness to be angry. The young master of the Divine Sword watched coldly. Although his eyes were sharp and he seemed to blame, he did not speak.

Zheng Yuer looked around and looked real, and her face was covered with cold frost. She naturally knew it clearly. She knew that the drunkard's intention of the young master of the Divine Sword was not about wine, so she was afraid that she had other plans.

When the Master of Divine Sword arrived at Dizhicheng, he ordered the Divine Sword Camp to cut off the Di army's retreat. It seemed that he was a great victory, but all the monks of Zheng State understood that if it were not for the great contribution of Wuji Zhenjun to kill the two demon kings, the Di army, who had long been shocked, would have made them win so easily?

At this time, the atmosphere in the hall became dull. All the Jindan monks put down their wine cups and stared at the unkind look. If the Duke of Zheng had not yet made clear instructions, they would really not be able to help but take action immediately.

Although Zheng Yuer looked unhappy and wanted to throw the cup and expel these two people, as the king, she had to consider other things. Just now, Di's army was defeated by the two countries. If the people from Song were immediately driven out, once this matter was spread, I am afraid no one would dare to form an alliance with Zheng?

"Young Master Divine Sword, when Zheng State is in crisis, you can lead troops to help. Naturally, I will not be ungrateful, but I don't know what you want?"

Originally, Zheng Yuer did not intend to discuss this matter at the celebration banquet. After all, although Zheng State had won a battle, it is now in a mess and cannot start the war. Even if he helps the State of Song State, it will have to be limited. If the Prince of the Divine Sword is tactful, he would not have made excessive demands.

However, as soon as Zheng Yuer finished speaking, the leader of the Jindao Sect jumped up: "It goes without saying that, of course, the Duke of Zheng was personally in charge of the army and helped my son with the power of a country."

"absurd!"

At this time, the Marquis Shengxian was unable to bear it and said unconvincedly: "The war in our country has just ended and is resting, how can we start the war lightly? And there is no reason to send troops. Interfering in internal affairs is a taboo of the royal family of the Qin Dynasty."

"good!"

Dingjun Hou had a straightforward temper and said in a somewhat rude tone: "If this Hou remembers correctly, the Master Shen Dao is just the third son of Duke Song. Could it be that he wants to rebel?"

"How is it possible? My young master naturally won't do anything about rebellion."

The True Lord of Heavenly Condemnation laughed and said half-truely: "But Duke Song had long wanted the prince to be the crown prince. As long as Duke Zheng personally led his troops to put the country in front of him, let the prince Tianjian and the prince Wuliang see the situation clearly, and then let my son take office faster."

"presumptuous!"

Wan Shenghou's face looked a little bad, and he frowned and said, "Heavenly punished the True Lord, can you represent the Lord God's Sword? The Lord is talking to your master. When will it be your turn to interrupt? Drag it out and punish it for thirty to serve as a warning to others!"

Of course, Marquis Wansheng could not have someone beat the King of Heavenly Condemns. This was just for the Lord of God Sword to see. Everyone present was a cunning person. At this time, there were no one who knew that the King of Golden Sword was just pretending to be crazy and stupid, so as to convey the intention of the Lord of God Sword to the Lord of God Sword.

But Wan Shenghou was shocking the mountain and shaking the tiger, warning the young master of the Divine Sword not to be arrogant because of his merits. After all, this is the territory of Zheng State rather than Song State!

As expected, after hearing the words of Wan Shenghou, the Master Shen Dao also understood that the drama directed and acted by himself today was time to end. He picked up the wine cup and smiled: "I heard that Wan Shenghou of Zheng has a hot temper for a long time. When I saw it today, I really had a reputation. Both sect leaders drank a little too much. I hope the Marquis would not forgive me if I didn't speak properly. Come and drink. I will give this glass of wine to my son first."

Seeing that the Master of Divine Sword was so tactful, Marquis Wan Sheng would not say much. He waved his hand to signal the guard to retreat. The Master of Divine Sword also asked the two true lords of Golden Sword Heaven to retreat.

"The two sect leaders are impatient and a little ignorant of the world, which makes you laugh."

The young master of Divine Sword put down the wine cup, his expression suddenly became sharp, and he shouted sternly: "But I point to the city with help, and I can be said to have a lot of fun. I am not afraid of you all. My two brothers may have controlled the situation in the State of Song, and now I am homeless. If anyone does not let me go home, I will make it difficult for me to return."

Drink! Drink!

As soon as his words fell, a sound of drawing swords came from outside the hall. Even though they were far apart, everyone still felt the surging cold air.

This is the demonstration of the God Sword Master to everyone, telling everyone that the God Sword Camp is an elite of a hundred battles, and it would be fine if Zheng State agreed to send troops! If he did not agree, he would be unwilling to do so!

After hearing the words of the Master Shen Dao, everyone realized the power of the Master Shen Dao. The gentle young man seemed to be a fierce man who killed people like a commonplace. Now the Divine Sword Camp is in the city of Zhizhi. If they riot, it would definitely be a disaster.

"I didn't expect that just drove the tiger away, but I welcomed a heartless evil wolf!"

The Marquis of Shengxian gently stroked the white beard, his expression became a little complicated. His eyes were already a little bad. The situation was extremely bad now. If one was not handled well, then the Divine Sword Camp would be likely to mutiny. Even if Zheng State relied on his home court advantage to suppress the rebellion, the losses were huge.

In the audience, the only thing that could be decided was Zheng Yuer. In an instant, the entire hall was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused. It was up to her to see how she responded?

"Well said, I am worthy of being the Master of the Divine Sword."

Just when the atmosphere in the audience was in a deadlock and everyone didn't know what to do? With a long laugh, a figure like a mountain pushed open the door and drifted in like a meteor.

Even before seeing the young man with his own eyes, the three marquises, Yi Wansheng Hou, did not know how the young man came in. This alone can tell how powerful this person is.

What is even more shocking is that after this person walked into the hall, he no longer concealed his breath. This momentum flowed like a river, lake and sea. No matter how good the cultivator was, he could not move at all under this breath.

You should know that even a cultivator with the Great Perfect Golden Elixir could not exude such a powerful aura. This level of aura oppression seems to be able to look down on the Golden Elixir, and those who can do this are the only ones in the world.

However, many people here know Mo Wentian’s cultivation level. If no one believes that he is the true king of Nascent Soul, then this can only explain one problem. He has already changed his fake infant cultivator.

"I didn't expect that in Zheng State, a fake baby mighty person appeared!"

"A fake baby of such a young one is probably almost unique even if you look at the Bianhuang Spirit Realm. This time, Zheng State was destroyed and established, so it would be difficult not to rise."

"With such a fake baby power as the head of the sect, no wonder Wuji Sect is so powerful?"

At this moment, every monk in Zheng State was excited in his eyes. When a person grew up to the height he could only look up to, his original sense of rejection would turn into respect. Compared with the True Lord of Wuji, the Master of Divine Sword was nothing.

On the other hand, the Jindan monks in the Song Dynasty all looked extremely ugly. Although the Divine Sword Master looked as usual, his heart was filled with storm.

"This person's talent is really terrifying, and the four young geniuses in Bianhuang are just that."

When he saw Zheng Yuer looking at the Wuji Zhenjun, full of affection, the heart of the Divine Sword Master was in pain, and he knew that unless he broke through to the Nascent Soul, he would definitely not be qualified to covet this female king.

However, even at this time, the Master of Divine Sword no longer felt that Mo Wentian was of great significance. He did not see the battle to kill the two demon kings with his own eyes. Another person was this man who relied on his resources to improve his cultivation. His magical powers would not be as good as that?

You know, although his Divine Sword Young Master is in the late stage of the Golden Pill, he has sacrificed and refined eight kinds of sword arts. He is also quite famous on the Young Master List. Can't you escape if you can't beat it?
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