Cheng Xuanfeng looked at Xu Haifeng with a serious expression and suddenly shouted: "Do you still want to work for them?"

Xu Haifeng's eyes were slightly closed, and he did not answer.

Looking at his expressionless face, Fang Lingde and others all squeezed a cold sweat in their hearts. At this moment, their only hope was Xu Haifeng.

This young general who is not a master but has the supreme level and spiritual consciousness has become their last life-saving straw, although this straw does not look reliable at the moment.

Liu Zhengqi's palms were covered with sweat. He never thought that one day his life would be in the mind of Xu Haifeng.

Although it only took a short moment, it seemed like it had been tens of millions of years.

Xu Haifeng's pair of starry eyes finally opened in the waiting eyes of everyone.

He looked up at Liu Zhengqi, looked at Fang Lingde, looked at Xing Ming, and finally turned around and looked at the elderly man in white clothes and plain robe.

Cheng Xuanfeng felt a sense of emotion, frowned and said, "Do you know what the consequences are if you persist so much?"

"It's just death." Xu Haifeng smiled slightly, like the ray of sunshine in the cold winter, making people feel warm.

"Don't you regret it?"

"Where is righteousness, even if you die, you will have no regrets."

"Oh..." Cheng Xuanfeng sighed with a helpless and sneering voice, and stopped talking.

"Even so, you should not lead the Huns into the country and kill our Han compatriots." Zhang Zihua suddenly shouted.

Cheng Xuanfeng sneered and said, "Zhu Zi is ignorant. He has been dating all ethnic groups in the grassland for many years. His bloodline has long been chaotic. Not to mention Fang, Tang and Su families, even the royal bloodlines will inevitably be stained with the blood of the Huns. Han people...the real Han people are in the south."

Zhang Zihua was about to argue, but suddenly heard Xu Haifeng whisper: "Let's stay."

He turned his head and saw Xu Haifeng slowly step forward, lifting up his robe, kneeling heavily in front of Liu Zhengqi, kowtowed three times, and whispering loudly: "Your Highness the Prince, please leave quickly."

Liu Zhengqi was about to speak, but he felt his wrist tightening and was firmly held by Zhang Zihua.

"Let's go..." He shouted lightly, pulled Liu Zhengqi and went out of the palace.

Looking at this caring strategist who is a good teacher and friend, the half-sleeved sleeve floating in the air empty, Liu Zhengqi couldn't even feel resistance, and was pulled away by him.

As he was about to walk out of the palace, Xu Haifeng's loud voice came from his ears: "If Xu had the fate to return, he would have no connection with the Liu family after today."

His steps paused slightly, but Zhang Zihua exerted force on his hand and quickly pulled him away from here again.

"Second uncle, brother, you guys go too." Xu Haifeng's eyes fell on Uncle and Nephew Fang Lingde, and he said in a deep voice.

Xiang Ming took a deep breath and suddenly smiled and said, "Second Uncle, please protect the prince and go."

Fang Lingde laughed and said, "What are you saying, Xiang Ming, you are still young and don't need to pay the price for what happened in the past. Just leave this old bone behind by Uncle Er."

Xu Haifeng frowned and said, "Second uncle, brother, this matter has nothing to do with you. Being able to challenge Senior Cheng is a rare opportunity for me to reach the peak of martial arts. You can go."

Cheng Xuanfeng suddenly burst into laughter and said, "You two should leave quickly."

Xiang Ming turned his head and glared at him.

Cheng Xuanfeng smiled and said, "For you two, Xiaoyou Xu would rather be enemies with me. You don't have enough kung fu, staying here is in the way. In order to take care of you, he is afraid that even the last little vitality will be lost."

Jing Mingya was clenched tightly. He knew that Cheng Xuanfeng's words were not exaggerated at all. When they fought at this level, the more people, the better. If their cultivation level was not enough, it would only become a burden.

He was unwilling to give up, although he was facing Cheng Xuanfeng, a prominent figure on the Central Plains. He was famous all over the world when the old man rode his horse and whipped the battlefield, he was not even born.

However, he was just unwilling to give up, very unwilling to give up. His hands kept trembling, and a trace of blood was winding down between his lips.

Suddenly, a pair of big hands were placed on his arm from behind, and Xu Haifeng's firm and gentle voice sounded in his ears: "Brother, don't worry, can you still believe me?"

Xiang Ming's cheeks shook for a few seconds, and suddenly turned to Xu Haifeng and said, "I'm waiting for you at Ximen. Brother, we'll see you."

After saying that, he pulled Fang Lingde away with great strides. Just looking at his unwavering steps, Xu Haifeng realized in his heart that if he could not escape from the sky today, then Shiniang Ming would never return to Wolong City alone.

After watching their backs disappear at the gate, Xu Haifeng took a deep breath. At this time, what he was carrying was not only his own life, but also the life of the passionate man, and the life of the passionate man was also hanging on him.

He must not die here.

Xu Haifeng slowly took off his sword sheath and did not break the divine sword. This peerless sword left by a generation of master-level sword-making masters hundreds of years ago was once again seen in the light of heaven.

He raised his sword and said, "Senior, please..."

At that moment, he had entered the state of unity between man and nature.

In the west of the city, a hotel with a brilliantly decorated golden wall was booked. A high-ranking official booked the entire second-floor guest room, where dozens of men in black who were silent and cold on their faces were staying there.

Any child who passes through this floor will not be free to beat faster and become nervous.

Li Mingtang sat cross-legged and let the city shout and kill Zhentian, but he turned a deaf ear.

Suddenly, his eyes opened, his face changed slightly, and his body moved, and he disappeared on the bed.

In his room, the originally closed window opened automatically without wind, and a long strip of items wrapped in layers of thick cloth leaning against the corner of the house had disappeared.

The monkey child living next to him stretched his head out of the quilt in a daze, disturbing his scalp. A flexible head turned aside, and his eyes showed a look of doubt. However, he looked left and right, but he never noticed anything. He thought about it for a moment and then shrank back.

The window on the far right was pushed open, and Zhebi's eyes followed Li Mingtang's figure until it disappeared. His brows were tightened bit by bit.

Xu Haifeng's spirit was centered on him and spread everywhere. Along the way, he constantly felt countless life fluctuations. Those tiny existences may be a grass or a caterpillar. However, whether it is an animal or a plant, whether it is strong or weak, as long as they exist and as long as they are endless, Xu Haifeng can clearly feel it.

The alien blood in his body began to accelerate again for a long time, and endless streams of inexplicable power were transformed into true qi through the Jingxin Art. His spirit continued to rise, his skills continued to increase, and he had surpassed any peak he could reach before today.

Only at the critical moment of life and death can one inspire one's own potential, and only perseverance can one climb to more steep and steep peaks through life and death experience again and again.

Just as the young saplings want to grow into towering trees, just as the weak young lion wants to grow into the king of all beasts, they must go through hardships in nature. Only by following dangers and dangers can they stand out and be proud of the mountains and forests.

At this time, Xu Haifeng was carrying a life of Shining Ming, the concern of the women in his family, the future of 10,000 soldiers of the Black Flag Army, and the sentence that Fang Lingtian had entrusted when he was about to part with him - the Han people were the only one who was the master of the territory of the Han people.

Responsibility is pressure, and pressure is both motivation.

At this moment, he had no way back, and he could only rely on himself.

At this moment, he successfully broke through the seventh level of meditation technique that had been wandering for a year.

He successfully climbed to the eighth level and became a veritable master of the grandmaster.

With a long roar, his voice moved nine days.

I roared towards the sky with my sword, and only men should be so strong.

In the inner courtyard of the palace, Emperor Xian of Han stood up tired from the dragon chaise. He shook his dizzy head and asked Afu who was stumbled, "Is the turmeric oil ready?"

"Go back to the emperor, everything has been done." Afu curled up on the ground and replied respectfully.

"Where are the concubines in the harem?"

"The slaves have taken their own initiative and have taken them all to the Hall of Peace of Heart."

"Isn't one missing?"

"Yes... back to the emperor, no one will be left behind."

Emperor Xian of Han turned his head, smiled and said, "You still know what I want."

Afu leaned down with his head and said, "It is a blessing that the slave can serve the emperor in his previous life. If... if there is really a next life, the slave will definitely serve the emperor again. At that time, please do not give up the slave."

Emperor Xian of Han nodded heavily, but couldn't speak for a while. He didn't know how many flattering and flattering words he had heard in his life.

If these words were put on weekdays, they would not be like this and would not be heard of him. But today, at this moment, he was inexplicably moved.

He took a deep breath, and the mist in his eyes blurred his gaze.

Several footsteps came into the room one after another, and Afu's surprised voice suddenly rang out, obviously the person who came was beyond his expectations.

Emperor Xian of Han wiped away the unscrupulous water stain in his eyes and turned to look. Although it was this time, he still had a hint of curiosity, and wanted to see who was surprised by Afu, who had already been engraved with ambitions.

"You...you..."

Emperor Xian of Han jumped up from the dragon throne and asked loudly.

They are the three heads of the three major families today and the three Shangshus of the current dynasty.

"Meet the Emperor..."

The three of them performed the rituals of the king and the minister in an orderly manner.

Emperor Xian of Han stepped forward and helped them up one by one with his own hands.

"I am afraid that the emperor will be lonely, so I come here to accompany the emperor." Tang Zonghan said with a smile.

Emperor Xian of Han patted his hand and felt excited. However, the supreme generation had its own unique features. After a moment, he calmed down. He looked at the three of them and laughed: "I was wrong."

Fang Lingtian asked in surprise: "Master, what's wrong?"

Emperor Xian of Han smiled and said, "I am wrong. The most proud thing in my life is not to wipe out the Caesars in front of Lin'an City, but..."

His eyes swept across the faces of these three old ministers and old eunuch Afu one by one.

"But... have you friends."
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