Concubine Qing and Fan Yao sat next to Fan Wang.

Fan Yao looked at Zheng Shiyi sitting on the seat, and a joy flashed in her beautiful eyes, but then her heart sank. Shiyi came to Fan Mansion, why was he looking for his father rather than himself?

Just as he was thinking in his heart, the voice of King Fan started to sound.

"I have been in the imperial city for so long, do you miss home?"

"Thinking is naturally something." Zheng Shiyi said as usual: "When you are busy, you don't have time to think. When you are free, you will inevitably think."

"I remember you are from the scattered land. How about it? Do you prefer the scattered land or this imperial city?" King Fan spoke casually, and even had a smile on his lips as he spoke.

"When I was in a mess, I had fantasized about the appearance of the imperial city and looked forward to coming to the imperial city all day long. But after coming to the imperial city, I missed the chaos again." Zheng Shiyi said, shook his head: "I can't say where I like it more. The imperial city is stricter, more prosperous, and more rules. Everyone must abide by the rules, so it is more orderly.

And the chaos, where it is called chaos, is naturally chaotic. But there is no sense of depression there."

"The chaotic land is much better than before. When I was young, I went to the chaotic land. At that time, except for the chaotic city, it was very deserted. I remember that there was a place called Wo Nu Mountain..."

However, King Fan and Zheng Shiyi started to talk. During the meal, they chatted casually like two ordinary people, chatting randomly, chatting about the customs and customs of various places, and the interesting things they heard. From beginning to end until Zheng Shiyi left, they did not mention the Martial Arts Conference, let alone martial arts.

King Fan watched Zheng Shiyi leave, and no expression showed any change on his face. It seemed that nothing had happened. He said: "Today's official documents have only been processed less than half, but he has to speed up the processing of official documents."

As he said that, he got up and left.

Fan Yao sat on the seat, her beautiful face full of confusion. Why did she feel that her father and Shiyi were so strange? Now it was the time for the Shenhou Conference. Shiyi also attended the Shenhou Conference, and he also attended the Shenhou Conference. He and Shiyi also advanced. Why didn’t Shiyi and his father talk about the Shenhou Conference?

There are still ten wings. His opponent in the next round is San Jue. What exactly should he do?

Ten days are not short, but not long.

Ten days later, the Gods and Marquis Congress began again.

The venue of the Shenhou Conference was still so big, but the arena was much less than before. The conference had not yet begun, and people were already gathered around.

All the great sects, royal families, and masters from all the major families, including the aquarium, appeared, and everyone's eyes fell on the ring in the middle.

"Today's first match is the duel between Sanjue and Zheng Shiyi." Among the crowd, Xiaoyao Sanren, who was dressed in a sloppy dress and looked slightly better than a wandering beggar, held the wine gourd and drank a few sips, and handed the wine gourd to Guanqi Tianjian beside him.

Guanqi Tianjian held the rusty iron sword in both hands, without any intention of catching it.

Xiaoyao Sanren was not angry, and took back the wine gourd and continued to speak: "In ten days, it seems that everyone has noticed the Sanjue. I'm afraid they are all coming to see Sanjue take action, trying to find out the strength of Qing Sanjue.

You said that a meeting of the Gods and Marquis is so tired? If you have that time, it’s better to be with wine and go freely and freely."

Guanqi Tianjian still held the sword with both hands, silent.

"Zheng Shiyi is here!"

"Blood Demon Zheng Shiyi!"

Suddenly, there were screams in the crowd, and the crowd separated. Zheng Shiyi walked out of the crowd with a calm expression and stepped onto the ring.

There was no one on the ring, and Sanjue had not arrived, so he simply sat directly on the ring.

At the closest distance of the ring, the three of Fantasy World looked at the direction of the ring with concern.

For a moment, during the entire Divine Marquis Conference, everyone's eyes fell on Zheng Shiyi, who was sitting on the ring.

"Zheng Shiyi actually came." Among the members of the Piaomiao Sect, Xiao Sakura looked at Zheng Shiyi in surprise and said, "This Zheng Shiyi,

He couldn't even punch his fist. The Sanjue was so terrifying that I thought he would abstain from power, but I didn't expect that he would step onto the ring."

"It's good that he's here." A man wearing the Four Saints' costumes said, "All these days, everyone has noticed the crystal of Sanjue's image and knows how powerful Sanjue is.

It’s just that the image crystal is an image after all, and it is impossible to feel the strength of the Sanjue Young Master more intuitively and accurately, so everyone came to watch this battle. When Zheng Shiyi came, everyone could see the Sanjue Young Master taking action.

However, I think many people will be disappointed. If Zheng Shiyi is at the peak, he may be able to withstand the Sanjue Young Master's move and half a move.

But now, Mr. Sanjue can win without showing his true strength, but it is actually not worth much."

"Is that true?" Sakura looked back at Ling Yan beside her with confusion. She was about to ask, but remembered what her senior sister taught her before, and forced herself to hold back.

Not long after Zheng Shiyi sat down on the ring, under the ring, a young man walked to his position near him and whispered: "Young Master Zheng..."

"It's you." Zheng Shiyi looked back when he heard the sound. Seeing the familiar man in front of him, he quickly recalled that this was a confidant guard of Fan Yao. He had seen him several times before in the Fan Prince's Mansion.

"Mr. Zheng, the princess asked his subordinates to come and bring the message. The princess said, I hope that if you really fight with those three people in this abstention, you may be in danger."

"Oh, I understand." Zheng Shiyi replied faintly, then turned around and stopped looking at Fan Yao's confidant guard.

"But you, young master..." The guard wanted to say something again, and there was a burst of exclamation from the crowd not far away.

"Sanjue Young Master, it's Sanjue Young Master here!"

"San Jue Young Master!"

The crowd that was standing densely was like wheat waves blown by the wind, dispersing to both sides, leaving a clearing space.

In the open space, the Sanjue Young Master was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a little evil spirit on his face and a chic smile. He slowly walked over with a paper fan. He was surrounded by two beautiful girls with exactly the same appearance, looking like a noble young master who was about to go out, and didn't look like he was going to attend the Divine Marquis Conference at all.

Everyone around him automatically made them one foot away from Sanjue.

Sanjue walked to the ring and stopped slightly, handed the paper fan in his hand to the girl behind him. The girl on the other side gently tidied up the hem of his clothes for him, and then he stepped onto the ring.

Looking at Zheng Shiyi who had been waiting on the other end of the ring, an admiration appeared on his face, and he felt a little heroic in his feelings of cherishing each other: "I am very happy that you can come. If I were you, I would also be on the ring. I did not see you wrong."

"Is that right?" Zheng Shiyi stood up from the ring with his hands, looked at Sanjue and said, "It's a pity that I don't like you very much. You are too arrogant and you will kill people without backgrounds, kill them one by one. But you are afraid of revenge on the other party, so you just knock their people off the ring."

"What's wrong with this? This is just a mentality that the upper class should have as a person like us. Unfortunately, you don't understand. So although you are a hero, you are just a brainless lower class hero."

Sanjue looked at Zheng Shiyi with regret and shook his head gently and said, "I have looked up to you a little bit, but now I listen to you now, I have really looked up to you."

"Is that so? But I still want to thank you." Zheng Shiyi stood up straight completely, as if he had been sitting for too long, his body felt a little sore, and he gently shook his body.

Under the ring, everyone looked at Zheng Shiyi with a relaxed look, and each looked strange.

"Faced with the Three Jue, Zheng Shiyi is quite interesting." Xiaoyao Sanren pulled out the cover of the wine gourd and chuckled, "If he survives, he should drink it with him."

When the people from the great sect gathered forever, many disciples showed sarcastic expressions: "Then Zheng Shiyi pretended to be calm. He knew he would lose, but he gave up."

"Or, he doesn't know how powerful Sanjue is?"

"It's really funny."

Among the members of the Four Saints, Chu Ziyun's mouth curled up slightly, and a charming smile appeared, and he chuckled: "It's interesting, it seems that he has something to rely on. It's better to force Sanju to have some real skills like this."

Sanjue listened to Zheng Shiyi's words of gratitude suddenly, and a curiosity appeared on his face, looking at Zheng Shiyi waiting for Zheng Shiyi's following.

Zheng Shiyi recalled what he did in the past few days and sighed: "In the past, I have been thinking about the human and demon line, looking for ways to be perfectly possessed but still remain rational. I also believe that only by understanding the human and demon line can I have the opportunity to deal with the Immortal King.

But after watching your battle images, I realized how ridiculous my original thoughts were."

Sanjue looked at Zheng Shiyi like a senior looking at a junior, but he was full of a sense of being above and chuckled, "It's good to see the situation clearly."

"So, I gave up on the human and demon line, and gave up my own timidity." Zheng Shiyi's voice was still calm, and he could not hear any emotional fluctuations.

Below the arena, everyone became more and more strange when they heard the sound. They gave up on the front line of human demons? Why was Zheng Shiyi so calm? What way did he do to deal with the Three Jue Young Master?

Sanjue was slightly surprised and said curiously: "There is a good idea in the human and demon line. If it fails, it is more likely that it will be completely devilish and cannot turn back. How can you say that you can study such a dangerous thing?

Zheng Shiyi chuckled softly: "You will know in a while."

"I can't wait." Sanjue looked at the referee below the ring with a smile on his face, with everything under his control.

As everyone was watching, the referee shouted loudly: "The competition begins!"

The words fell.

A stern look appeared in Zheng Shiyi's eyes, and the spiritual energy in his body became crazy and circulated faster than ever before.

Raise your legs and take a step, pull the lunge, lift your right fist and hide it in your waist and eyes, support your left palm with your elbow and arms.
Chapter completed!