"She is indeed a genius." Wang Chongyang's eyes showed a hint of tenderness, but soon thought of his current situation. If she knew about it, she would probably come to laugh at it, and her brows frowned.

After listening to the story of several people, the sweeping monk breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's it, I thought..." He did not say the following words, and everyone in the venue was still shocked, and no one paid attention to it.

"It's time for me to leave." Before leaving, the sweeping monk clasped his hands to Huang Shang and others to express his apology.

At this time, Zhao Gou suddenly spoke: "Since you hate our surname Zhao to the core, why not kill him?"

Everyone followed him and saw the King of Yi whose face changed drastically. King of Yi had just witnessed the sweeping monk and Wang Chongyang from Ghost Villa. He was already wondering in his heart, and he could only pray that he would forget himself, but who knew that he was actually brought up by Zhao Gou.

Zhao Gou continued: "You should know that after my death, I will most likely be the King of Yi usurping the throne and becoming the emperor. Is it also the rule of our Zhao Song? What is the significance of your behavior this time?" After all, he is a hero of a generation. Although he has lost a lot now, he came to his senses and immediately realized the opportunity to provoke the relationship between the monk sweeping the floor and the King of Yi. Even if he dies, he will still be buried with King Yi!

The sweeping monk shook his head slightly: "It's better for him to live."

"Why?" Zhao Gou was shocked and asked hurriedly.

"After all, there is a prince in the capital. If I kill King Yi, wouldn't it help the prince you chose to ascend the throne successfully?" said the monk. "If his life is left behind, he will definitely fight with the prince. At that time, there will be a battle between dragons and tigers. King Yi is so determined that the prince will definitely not be an opponent, but after he takes office, the people of the world will not obey him. In the future, those ambitious royal families of your Zhao family will definitely follow the example and attack him with great righteousness. In this way, your Zhao family will never have peace."

Zhao Gou was shocked, and he didn't expect that he could see so thoroughly. After such analysis, the subsequent development was mostly as he said.

King Yi was almost crying at this time. Although he knew that the sweeping monk was plotting against him, he still couldn't help but want to thank him for not killing him. He was worried that it would stimulate the other party to change his mind, so he opened his mouth for half a day and finally didn't dare to say anything.

The sweeping monk slowly walked down the mountain road. Everyone could see that his face was pale and knew that he would deal with the surprise attacks of three great masters and Zhao Gou in a row. Even if he was strong, he was still at the end of his strength. However, no one in the field dared to come forward to stop him. Whether it was Zhao Gou's side or Yi Wang's side, they wanted him to leave quickly.

Seeing his back getting farther and farther away, Yi Wang Zhi stood up proudly. Now all the masters of Zhao Gou's side were destroyed, and he still retained considerable strength here, which was sure to win.

"Official family, I said before that if you don't give it to me, I'll take it myself." King Yi approached Zhao Gou step by step. Some of the remaining imperial guards tried to come and stop him, but were quickly killed by his dead soldiers. Huang Shang and the wine-fighting monk had already exhausted their energy at this time, so how could they have the energy to stop him?

"It's a pity that Song Qingshu broke the appointment, otherwise how could you succeed!" As the other party got closer, Zhao Gou's tone was full of resentment. Originally, he had an absolute advantage and had hidden his trump card of peerless martial arts for so many years. Because Song Qingshu did not come, everything failed. Now what he hated the most in his heart was not the Sweeping Monk and the King of Yi, but Song Qingshu who had never appeared.

"Will he be dragged by Jia Xiang's people come back so soon?" King Yi sneered, thinking to himself that Xia Quan, Liu Quan had almost 100,000 troops, and maybe he had already captured Yangzhou under the command of Song at this time. "But the official family can rest assured that when I ascend the throne, I will definitely get rid of the Song surname, which can be considered as a breath for the official family."

Song Qingshu has too high martial arts and reputation, and has 100,000 elite soldiers under his command. If any royal family wins him over, his throne may not be able to sit firmly, so he will naturally get rid of him first.

I heard that all the beautiful confidantes around Song are beautiful, so I will accept it with the flow.

"Come, send the official family to the road." King Yi waved his hand and called a subordinate to come over. He was not stupid. How could he do such a monarch? He left a handle for the people of the world for no reason. Now that any subordinate has killed Zhao Gou, he can even be used as a scapegoat in the future.

The dead soldier under his command was raised by King Yi, and without hesitation, he slashed at Zhao Gou's head with a knife. At this time, a cold light flashed, and the knife in his hand was already blocked by a long sword.

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of you, King Yi was stunned: "Miss Yue, you are..."

Xiaolongnu frowned slightly and said lightly: "You just said you want to get rid of Song... Qingshu?"

King Yi wanted to give himself a big mouth, and he was about to reach the sky in one step, so he was a little proud. He actually forgot that Xiaolongnu failed to enter the palace and assassinate her. It was Song Qingshu who protected her with all his might. If they said that the two had no affair, how could they take such a big risk?

I just said that the women named Song were all beautiful, but now any one of them was as beautiful as a fairy. He looked at Xiaolongnu with some greed. King Yi found that as the power grew, the desire in his heart became stronger.

"I don't like your current look." Xiaolongnu turned sideways, with a hint of disgust in her eyes.

King Yi's face darkened, thinking that he would be the emperor soon. How dare you, a woman in the martial arts world, show me a look? He was determined to scold me, but he immediately thought that Li Qingluo and Xiaolongnu were very skilled in martial arts. If they broke up now, it would be a substitute for the change. Should the overall situation be settled and then slowly deal with these two women.

The two were in a stalemate when a loud noise suddenly broke out from a distance, and everyone subconsciously turned around.

The sweeping monk walked a little slowly. He was about dozens of feet away from the bamboo forest. Suddenly the ground exploded suddenly, and countless hidden weapons mixed with soil shot towards him, blocking all the retreat paths from all directions. Even if the light skills were magical, they could not avoid it.

The Sweeping Monk had just plotted against the three great masters, so how could he not beware of others being like this? The reason why he walked so slowly just now was to seize the time to digest the power he had sucked from Zhao Gou with the Beiming Divine Art.

If Zhao Gou had strong internal strength on weekdays, his cultivation level of the Sweeping Monk was unfathomable. After sucking his lifelong skills, he could quickly transform into his own skills. However, this time he designed to severely damage the three masters, and then was attacked by Wang Chongyang again. In addition, he had to deal with Zhao Gou's attack later, his internal strength could be exhausted.

In this case, the skill of refining Zhao Gou is much slower than usual, but he left slowly like this, and the distance of dozens of feet had provided him with enough time to refine Zhao Gou's internal strength to a maximum of 700% and 80% of the time, which was enough to face the sudden crisis.

I saw his clothes unfold, and the unique skills of the universe in his sleeves were even more magical, and all the hidden weapons and soil in the sky were put into his sleeves.

However, the enemy obviously did not intend to use these hidden weapons to kill a great master. Following the hidden weapons was an old man in blue wearing a square scarf and long beards.

The old man in green had a very unique body style, which was very different from the way in the Central Plains martial arts world. He was originally in front, but suddenly he changed to the right side of the sweeping monk and printed it into his ribs with a palm.

This palm cannot make any moves, but the air in the palm seemed to be twisted, reflecting a strange light.

"This martial arts looks familiar?" Wang Chongyang thought.

Huang Shang snorted weakly: "Kung Fu from Xiake Island." He had fought with Shi Potian for so long just now, so he could naturally be sure.

"I don't know if this person's appearance is the Lord of Dragon Island or the Lord of Mu Island on Xiake Island." The monk Douji was very curious. Now that the three masters are all disabled, they have let go of everything, and have examined everything with a viewing attitude, hoping to get the better and more chaos.

Wang Chongyang replied: "The two envoys from Xiake Island often wear yellow clothes and green clothes. Since this person is wearing green clothes, he should be the master of Mu Island."

Zhao Gou said in a cold voice: "That old man Jia She!" Jia She was Jia Sidao's half-brother. He almost inherited the title of Duke Rong, so he naturally went to the palace to pay homage to the emperor. Now that he appears here, it means that Jia Sidao has finally taken action.

Unfortunately, he has lost all the game now, and he has no chess pieces at all, and he has no qualifications to enter the game. It is all about intelligence errors. At first, he thought that Jia Sidao was controlling the Ghost Villa, but he didn't expect that King Yi could actually recruit so many masters.

"Is he another grandmaster?" I don't know who asked.

Several great masters looked at each other, then shook their heads one after another, and Wang Chongyang said, "It's like, but not."

Huang Shang added: "This palm has faintly touched the threshold of the Grand Master's realm, and it can be considered a half-step Grand Master." However, the three of them knew that a word of difference could be a thousand miles away. It seems that the difference is not far, but many top masters will never be able to break through to the real Grand Master's realm in their entire lives.

"Although I still lack some heat, Wuming's current state is unknown, and it is still unknown who will win." The wine-fighting monk murmured to himself.

The few people had no time to chat, and they all watched the changes in the battle situation.

In a flash, the Sweeping Monk had already fought with the Lord of Mu Island for several moves. The Sweeping Monk was obviously extremely afraid of his palm power and did not take it in a head-on manner, but used a wonderful body technique to resolve it.

Seeing him in danger, a trace of sadness flashed in many people's hearts, thinking that the great master would die in the end?

After all, Huang Shang and the other three were injured in the hands of the Grandmaster, which is in line with everyone's expectations. Only the Grandmaster has the ability to be injured. If such a great grandmaster is finally killed by someone above the level, it would be really sad.

Suddenly, the sweeping monk finally took action, slapped it lightly, and stroked it gently like a lover. Seeing this, Huang Shang and Wang Chongyang both turned back to look at the wine-fighting monk. He had been severely injured by this shot before.

"Amitabha." The wine-fighting monk seemed to have seen the ending, his tone was filled with compassion.

When Mujima saw him slapping his palm, he felt a warning in his heart, but thinking that the other party was at the end of his strength and that his palm power should attack him first, he gritted his teeth and did not dodge, and continued to press down with his palm.

However, his pupils suddenly tightened, because the other party's light palm, he didn't know what to do, so he arrived first and pressed him first.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain all over his body, and he could no longer stand steadily and fell to the ground.

The sweeping monk was not feeling well at this time. If this was enough to kill the other party but was unscathed, but now he was at the end of his strength, and he still did not avoid the other party's palm. He instantly noticed that several ribs were broken and half of his body became numb.

At this moment, the land behind him suddenly exploded again, and a figure suddenly jumped out, taking advantage of his brief moment of paralysis, he punched him in the back of his heart.
Chapter completed!