"Real person Xiong Dijie, Jin Yujie, Di Qingjie, Zhu Yunying, Liang Siying arrive!" With a clear shout, Xiong Dijie, wearing a four-clawed dragon robe, took the lead. Jin Yujie, Di Qingjie and other four fell a little behind and walked from a distance.

At this time, Xiong Dijie was like a king who ascended the throne. When he walked around, he was full of momentum. There were only a dozen Jindan real people who were close to the Hantian Gate, but seeing his powerful posture, someone suddenly ran towards them and stood behind Xiong Dijie.

At the beginning, only a few people ran over, but as Xiong Dijie got closer, more and more people gathered behind them became. When Xiong Dijie arrived in front of Chengtian Hall, there were already many princes and nobles standing behind him.

These people account for one-third of the princes and nobles who came to attend the palace banquet today. This is a powerful force, and it can even be said to be a force that can influence the direction of the Southern Chu State.

Seeing this power, many mature and persistent people's faces changed drastically, and some people even showed hesitation on their faces. Although they knew that the three elders did not want Xiong Dijie to ascend the throne, who can compare Xiong Dijie with the support of the Hantianmen?

"We pay homage to Mr. Dijie!" Someone shouted, and then hundreds of people knelt on the ground. The princes and nobles who were hesitant, many of them knelt down while hesitating.

Proudly, Xiong Dijie, who is surrounded by stars, is like the king of heaven and earth.

On a high platform in the palace, a man in a four-dragon robe looked at Xiong Dijie with jealousy. If he could kill Xiong Dijie with his eyes, the jealousy in his eyes would directly burn Xiong Dijie to ashes.

Xiong Feiba, the third son of the contemporary Nanchu king, has been called the wise and divine martial arts since he was a child. Now, he has broken through the Jindan cultivation level. In the past days, he has been spent with everyone's praise.

The future monarch is Xiong Feiba, which has almost become a consensus among the princes and nobles of the Southern Chu. However, just when everyone was tacit about this, a year ago, Xiong Dijie suddenly announced that he would compete for the position of the monarch of Nan Chu.

With this announcement, Xiong Feiba found that his surroundings began to change. Many people who were originally close to him are now consciously distanced him. There are also many people who used to wish to kneel on the ground and lick his boots, but now they immediately hide away as soon as they see him, fearing to avoid it.

Compared with these, what made him feel even more unforgivable was that the woman who had been preparing to be the queen of him in the future has now begun to move closer to Xiong Dijie. According to the royal spy investigation, at least more than half of Wang Gongxun and nobles began to secretly sell themselves to Xiong Dijie.

The reason why half of the people were still swaying was not because they were attracted by Xiong Feiba’s capital to compete with Xiong Dijie. In addition to some of these people, some of them were hard-core supporters of their fathers, it was because he had received the support of the three ancestors.

"Are you very angry?" In a faint voice, a man wearing a golden five-clawed dragon robe who looked like a mountain slowly walked out of the shadow. The man looked like a cultivation level in the early stage of the Golden Pill. However, his moving momentum was not weaker than that of a Nascent Soul Ancestor.

Even the aura on his body was stronger than that of a Nascent Soul Ancestor!

However, if you tell it carefully, this powerful aura does not come from him, but from the center of his eyebrows, the size of a bottle cap, but with endless mysterious marks.

This mark seemed to be a fire snake, but what was surprising was that there were three heads on the body of this fire snake. Seeing this person walking in, Xiong Feiba respectfully knelt down and said, "Children's greetings to the father."

In the State of Southern Chu, there is only one person who can be called the father emperor by Xiong Feiba. That is the King of Southern Chu, Xiongshen. Only Xiongshen, who has the early stage of the Golden Pill, has shown a momentum that is stronger than the Nascent Soul Ancestor, which is surprising.

However, Xiong Feiba was already familiar with Xiong Shao's momentum.

Xiongshu's eyes looked down, and his eyes were filled with coldness. This was not the angry coldness, it should be said that it was a calm and indifferent coldness.

"Ba'er, have you lost confidence in yourself?"

"The boy dares not, but they are really..." Xiong Feiba didn't say the next words, but his stuttering exposed his lack of confidence.

The bear nodded heavily and said, "Yes, they are so strong that you have no confidence in being strong. Now remember that as a king, you are the only one who can defeat you!"

"Even if the enemy is strong, you can only move forward bravely! Once you are weak, even if you can survive, you are a coward!"

Xiong Feiba rarely saw his father talking so sternly, and he felt his body tremble for a moment. He hurriedly thrust his chest and said firmly: "Don't worry, father, I know what to do."

"Xiong Dijie, what if he hadn't surrendered to the Hantian Gate and made him the Lord of Southern Chu?" Xiong Shu's eyes turned from Xiong Dijie's face, and his words seemed even colder and colder: "The position of the emperor and the journey to the ancestral land are not just glory and power, but also a responsibility. If Xiong Dijie hadn't come to compete for the position of the throne, maybe the person who entered the ancestral land this time would be your second brother."

"For you, I still hope that you can practice step by step, and then slowly advance to the Nascent Soul like the three ancestors of the Sun, Moon and Star."

Xiong Feiba was stunned when he saw his father's distracted look. The father Xiongshu he saw was always domineering, but he did not expect that his father would be so affectionate.

Why is this?

Every king of Nanchu can be reigned for fifty years. After abdicating for fifty years, no one can survive for three years. Thinking of what he saw in the Secret Hall a few days ago, Xiong Feiba couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

"You go to Cicheng Palace, where someone is waiting for you. With their help, you will have a 60% chance of winning when you go to the ancestral land." Wei Shang's words broke the peace between the father and son.

Cicheng Palace, the people waiting for him, wouldn’t they say that these people will accompany him into the ancestral land? Xiong Feiba, whose thoughts flashed, said a little solemnly on his face; "Father, how are they better than the four heroes and five heroes?"

"It's not weaker than four and five heroes, or even stronger than four and five heroes. You'll know when you go and see it." Wei Shang said this, and he still had doubts in his son's eyes, and he said immediately: "Among these people, there is Liu Zhongyu from Wenjianzhai in the Western Jin Dynasty."

Liu Zhongyu, these three words shocked Xiong Feiba's ears, and then there was a burst of ecstasy. Liu Zhongyu was known as the incredible genius of Wen Jianzhai. He learned swords at the age of two, refining Qi at the age of three, and practicing the art of building foundations at the age of twelve to practice the art of condensing swords and silk making. In the entire Wen Jianzhai, he was known as the only one in the country!

This time, the third ancestor of the Xiong family prepared four assistants for Xiong Feiba, and Wei Shang knew that, and he said Liu Zhongyu's name at the most critical moment. Obviously, this means that he attaches great importance to Liu Zhongyu among the four people.

"Father, then I'll go first." Unable to help but feel joy in my heart, Xiong Feiba quickly flew to the back of the hall. Wei Shang looked at his leaving son, shook his head gently, and then sighed.

"It's not my own strength, after all..."

When Xiong Feiba ran to Cicheng Palace, there were already three people waiting for him in Cicheng Palace. One woman and two men, as a man, Xiong Feiba was the first to pay attention to was naturally the woman. The woman looked over 20 years old and was full of charm. She gently covered her face with a gauze, revealing only a small mouth.

However, the crystal-like skin and the faint red lips could arouse the man's greatest impulse, wanting to see how beautiful his face was hidden under the veil.

Neither of the two men were very old. One of them looked about thirty years old, with cold murderous intent soaring into the sky; the other one was an old man in his fifties. Although his face was flushed and his hair was white, his peak strength of the Golden Pill could not be hidden.

When Xiong Feiba came in, each of them did their own things. The beautiful woman stroked a fist-sized beast like a mouse in her hand; and the man with a sharp sword energy was staring at the most ordinary long sword. This long sword was actually the sword of ordinary palace guards.

Although it is considered a magic weapon in the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a piece of scattered iron for monks. However, the man looked at the flying sword with relish.

As for the old man, he was holding a book and looking at it with a smile. Thinking of his father's words, Xiong Feiba's eyes looked directly at the man with sword energy. Although the man sensed Xiong Feiba's gaze, his reaction was still cold.

"Go to Xiong Feiba, I pay homage to you all the Taoists." Although Xiong Feiba is the son of the King of Nanchu, he knew that he had nothing to be proud of in front of these people. What's more, he still needs the support of these people, so he seemed extremely humble in his words.

The man who looked at the sword did not speak, while the woman holding the little beast just nodded to Xiong Feiba. Only the old man holding the book put down the book and said, "Young Master Feiba doesn't have to be too polite."

"Young Master, the banquet is about to begin. You and the three seniors should also go and reveal your feelings." A palace guard in his forties respectfully dominated Xiong Fei.

Xiong Feiba nodded, he glanced around again, and then said, "May I ask three, are we still missing a Taoist brother!"

"One more is not more, one less is not less. In fact, I am alone in this matter." The man who looked at the sword looked into the distance while talking, "There are too many people, but it seems to be in trouble."

The enchanting woman and the old man holding the book couldn't help but change his expression when he heard this! (To be continued)
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