Ah, Ah Ba...

When he saw Emperor Qianheng's dispersed and unsightly gaze, Fan Ruyi's eyelids jumped suddenly.

When he heard him expressing meaningless stupid words, his expression finally calmed down.

Scared silly?

wrong,

yes……

"Martial will?!"

The monk's clothes were moving without the wind, as if there was a sudden darkness. The change of mood seemed to trigger the changes in the celestial phenomena. Fan Ru raised her eyes:

"I underestimated you."

"Three Yuans are united, the five internal organs are concentrated, Fang Jin's will, Yang's will is not good enough, and there is still a lot of way to go before the will of the Martial Saint..."

The goshawk seemed to be raised when he was frightened, but Yang Yu was calm and he only looked at the two people in the ruins indifferently:

"Didn't the old monk say that there is nothing to be saved in the world? Why can't I get rid of it?"

The Martial Saint is at its peak, twenty miles away from the will, and he is no longer able to compete with it, but the Martial Saint is not a god, and he cannot do it in a flash of his fingers.

I could not completely block his step.

However, there are also deviations. After this step, Yang Yu would have to break the skull and spine, blocked by the block, leaving half of the head pulled.

However, that was not will, but the initially condensed boxing intention according to the silk book given by Zhang Xuanba on the way.

Huh huh huh ~

One day, when the two of them looked at each other coldly, the long roar of flying eagles came from a distance, and thousands of Shen Ce troops drove the eagles.

Further away, the blue fog surging, and the giant slowly approached.

“Friday…”

Looking at Emperor Qianheng who was squatting in a daze, Fan Ruyi was silent for a moment and spoke:

"A few days ago, there was information in the temple that there was an archer who was good at the archery outside the mountain pass, named Yang Yu, who forced me to retreat...

This person is you?"

The goshawk was very cautious and raised it several times, not daring to get close to the ground. Yang Yu held the bow in his hand, and his cold eyes were wandering between the two people on the ruins:

"It's me, so what?"

As the old monk said, when Zhang Xuanba's death and the old demon in Black Mountain was unknown, except for the vague whereabouts of Mu Qingliu, he was almost unstoppable.

But why should he resist?

With the speed of the eagle now and his current archery skills, except for the old witch in the Dayan Mountains, he can move forward and retreat freely in the face of any master of the world.

However, in this old monk, he felt an extremely powerful threat, and this threat was even greater than the old monk himself.

It seemed to be there or not, but it made his spine chill.

Magic tool?

Or a magic weapon?

"Amitabha."

After a brief silence, Fan Ruyi suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of the former's neck. He disappeared in the wild forest without seeing any movement.

The person was extremely fast and his body was like a ghost. With Yang Yu's eyesight today, he could not lock him at all.

Only obscure and cold voices could be heard spreading over the deserted forest:

"Yang Yu, I have recorded your name..."

"Fan Ruyi!"

Looking at the old monk's back as he left, Yang Yu's eyes flashed.

His perception had long surpassed the realm. During that brief silence, he keenly sensed the murderous intent of the old monk.

The reason why this old monk suddenly turned around was naturally not because of the imperial master who was about to pursue him.

But because Emperor Qianheng...

"His Majesty!"

A roar came from the sky, and a group of flying eagles that covered the sky and the sun were chasing each other, chasing each other reluctantly.

"And, there is really a big fish..."

At this time, Qin Si really saw the huge creature in the light blue clouds, and for a moment, her mind was blank.

Longyuan, the northwest is too far from the four seas. She has never been to the beach in her life, let alone, this "fish" that is as huge as a hill...

"Can fish grow so big?"

Trembling...

The eagle was so scared that all its feathers stood up and immediately fell to the high place, with its vertical pupils full of fear.

The white dog is even worse than it. After gaining the fruit of Taoism, its spiritual wisdom increases day by day, and its sense of smell becomes even stronger. At this time, it almost faints after sniffing.

That kind of demonic aura that was super-level made it tremble.

"The Ten-City-level monster."

The huge shadow drooped, and Yang Yu's expression was solemn.

With the speed of this big whale's performance, it would never be possible to catch up with the current goshawk, but when such a big monster came out, the things behind it had to make him feel solemn.

As Zhang Xuanba, Zhenyan Taoist said, the bigger the tide, the more difficult it is for fish to survive in shallow water.

In other words, when powerful existences that are beyond ordinary people's expectations appear one after another, it means that the day when the sky changes, it is getting closer and closer...

"The sky is about to change..."

Yang Yu said to himself that the goshawk could not help lowering its height. He felt relieved after the giant whale left.

I forgot that with the speed of this giant whale, I could not catch up with me...

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

As the flying eagles swept across, many old ministers came on horseback, looking at them from afar, some yelling, some yelling, and some wailing.

On the goshawk, Yang Yu watched coldly.

With his eyesight, he could see the subtle expressions of these old ministers, and naturally he could tell which one was true and which one was pretending to behave.

And no surprise, there were only three or four people who were really mourning about Emperor Qianheng's capture, and the remaining twenty or thirty people...

As for Wang Muzhi, who was late to come further away, the whole process was calm and he was only surprised when he saw the goshawk.

"Prime Yang!"

Suddenly, an old minister yelled, his eyes were red and he was heartbroken:

"Wang Muzhi! You are also my scholar, and you also learn from the great scholar Xu Wenji. Do you have no royal dignity in your heart?!"

"I have been raising scholars for four hundred years in the Ming Dynasty, so how can you repay me? You read the books of sages in vain! This is a national humiliation, a national humiliation!"

"Taizu is above, the old minister is incompetent, the old minister is incompetent!"

This old minister suddenly attacked, and many ministers who were tired from the trap seemed to have found a place to vent.

This scene was strange and incomprehensible to many martial arts people who were alarmed and followed.

There were not many masters in a group, and the qi and blood were declining, and the white-haired old men were scolding the Martial Saint...

Even an old minister staggered and fell to death, vomiting blood and hitting the stone.

"Sir..."

The old princess was flying eagles, and when she saw this scene, she sighed in her heart.

After living for so many years, how could she not know what these people were thinking, but she had to take action to save the old ministers who were seeking death.

"Wang Muzhi!"

An old minister stumbled and cursed at the sky: "I am old and stupid, and I am not afraid of death. Are you afraid of death by being a martial saint?"

The flying eagle landed, and Wang Muzhi looked calm, and he let all officials scold him angrily, without any turbulence in his eyes.

It was not until the old white-haired minister spoke that he responded:

"Mr. Li, Wang once served under your command. You should know whether Wang is afraid of death."

"Why sit and watch if you are not afraid of death?"

Li Yan glared, but sighed dejectedly:

"I know your thoughts and understand that you are dissatisfied. But Your Majesty is the lord of a country and the father of all people. He was robbed away by one person in public. This is not a honor or disgrace for one person, but a shame for all officials, and a shame for all the people in the world!"

"Assessing the filth of the country is the ruler of the country. Receiving the illusory country is the king of the world! In the past thirty years, including the twenty years before he succeeded to the throne, he has never enjoyed the interests and benefits of a king of a country. How could he bear the responsibility of half of the monarch?"

Wang Muzhi's expression was cold, neither happy nor angry:
To be continued...