"Thank you... the prince's gift."

The voice of Chen Yuanjun echoed above the hall.

The will in the golden edict has not disappeared, but the image left by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has gradually become blurred and is about to disappear. The messenger of the Hongfu River raised his hands and prepared to welcome the golden paper that is about to fall.

Chen Yuanjun spoke again and said, "How can the demon clan be a family if it is immortal?"

The messenger was slightly stunned.

Chen Yuanjun, who was named "Champion Marquis", said calmly, "Your Highness the Crown Prince, does not need to build a mansion for me in Tiandu. The demon clan will never leave the northern territory for one day. The soldiers of the Great Wall in the North are still living and dying, fighting in the gray world. I have no face to enjoy the rain of the imperial city, and I am really ashamed of your kindness."

These words made the face of the messenger of Hongfu River change a little.

This statement can only be said by Mr. Chen Yuan.

What does "northern soldiers" mean to be born and die?

Have no face to enjoy the sweet rain in the imperial city?

Is this mocking the officials of the Three Divisions and Six Divisions of the Great Sui Temple?

The envoy of Hongfu River lowered his head in time, holding the golden paper in both hands, nodding in a gentle manner to agree, but asked just right: "The title of the crown prince is the order of His Highness. The crown prince has held a banquet for the general in the palace. Now that the war has come to an end, His Highness has always been looking forward to the general's brilliance, riding a horse into the sky, and meeting him."

Qian Shangjun's eyes became gloomy.

He could see clearly the meaning of this edict.

The prince wants to invite Mr. Chen Yuan to the palace!

The last time my senior brother entered Tiandu, the prince had no real power. With the two of them, one of them got the imperial city and the other got the northern border. Now the military power of the Great Wall in the North is held in the hands of the senior brother, which has threatened the prince in Zhongzhou... At present, the reward of the champion Hou and the invitation of the prince are actually a Hongmen banquet without returning.

Can't go.

He prayed secretly in his heart, hoping that his senior brother would respond, but he didn't know that such an edict was issued in front of so many people, how should the general's mansion refuse to refuse?

Chen Yuanjun just smiled.

He turned his eyes to Zhu Mi, the little Wuliangshan who had previously proposed to discuss the truth with him, avoided the words of the Hongfu River envoy, and smiled and said, "Since Mr. Zhu Mi does not dare to fight with his younger generation, then fight with the 'soul' and argue."

Zhu Mi's expression suddenly changed.

The next moment.

Chen Yuanjun was already here, and stretched out his big hand and grabbed Zhu Mi. The sword fairy eight hundred years ago subconsciously wanted to resist. A golden sword formation swept out from her sleeve and crashed into the big hand that Chen Yuanjun poked out.

"Oh? Want to fight?"

Chen Yuanjun spoke expressionlessly.

The hair on the cloak suddenly burned, and golden light burst out from the palm of the hand, directly erasing the sword formation and shattering.

Zhu Mi roared in a frustration, stretched out her hands, folded her front palms back, and collided with Chen Yuanjun's palms. The latter's expression remained unchanged, and said calmly: "Mr. Zhu Mi, don't be afraid, I won't kill you, I'm just 'discussing the truth'."

A "buzz" sound!

A circle of ripples exploded in the main hall.

The collision of this palm did not burst out with the power of the earth collapsed and the sky collapsed. The sword energy in Chen Yuanjun's body did not trigger it, and his entire human energy fell silent.

The expressions of the Qiangshan ancestors, Jiuquanzi, Su Muzhe and several Nirvana became interesting.

Zhu Mi was pulled into the sea of ​​divine sea by Chen Yuanjun.

Forced to "discuss the truth".

Jiuquanzi, who came out of Hongfu River, twisted a peanut and put it in his mouth to smash it. He squinted his eyes and sipped another sip of strong wine. He sighed: "How come Zhu Mi from this little Wuliang Mountain looks like she has practiced in Guifu Mountain?"

On the other side of the hall, the ancestors of Guifu Mountain looked ugly.

This is a sarcasm.

Zhu Mi has no other skills, but she has a way of admitting her defeat and being beaten.

Even if it was just a battle between souls, it caused a huge vision. The wind was pouring backwards outside the hall and swept across the raging. The practitioners with low realm could not see clearly what was going on. The Hongfu River messenger standing respectfully on the hall could only lower his head and keep holding the edict in his hands. His sleeves were swaying. He stood there awkwardly, either moving forward or retreating.

Qian Shangjun was paying attention to the battle situation of his senior brother.

Zhu Mi's face and eyebrows quickly condensed into a layer of frost. The strong wind swept through and could not be blown off. The frost on the old man's face became deeper and harder, making a "cracking" collision sound with the strong wind.

The battle between souls is the most sinister, often silent, but extremely dangerous.

Thunder exploded.

A dazzling fire appeared out of thin air in the hall. The two separated. The ancestor of Xiao Wuliang Mountain was pushed by a huge force. Instead, he did not fly backwards like the Holy Lord of Yaochi. Instead, he sat hard on the table of the disciple behind him, sitting a complete green wooden table in pieces.

Chen Yuanjun slowly withdrew his hand, half-sided, his expression as calm as usual. In his sleeves, there was wind and thunder, heavy snow overlapping, and two completely opposite strange phenomena gathered and slowly disappeared.

He let out a breath of turbid air.

Zhu Mi spit out a large mouthful of blood and covered her chest with one hand.

The winner has been decided.

"What a discussion of Tao." The ancestor of Qiangshan smiled and said loudly, "Senior Zhu Mi, his Taoism has not diminished. This discussion of Taoism is really eye-opening."

Zhu Mi's face was pale, but after hearing the words of the Qiangshan ancestor, his face suddenly turned red, and he vomited a mouthful of blood in even more pain.

When Chen Yuanjun defeated Zhu Mi, his face turned pale.

The strong wind in the hall swept through and was about to vaguely extinguish.

The new lord of the North slowly turned his head and looked at the Hongfu River envoy standing in front of the hall. He said in a low voice: "Today's Northern Conference is thanks to the grace of the Prince. It's a pity that Chen Yuan and you all have a good relationship with you. He is in good health, especially the dispute over the soul. He is secretly injured. In order to take into account the overall situation, he can only stay in the North to recuperate.

Conspiracy.

Use open conspiracy to conspiracy.

The messenger of Hongfu River looked embarrassed and understood why Chen Yuanjun only grabbed Zhu Mi's attack. He discussed the truth and could not detect the injury. Today, so many big figures were present.

In his own identity, he was at most "fake and tiger power". His Royal Highness came in person. In this situation, it was impossible to force Chen Yuanjun again.

He could only bow his head and bow his face and said sincerely: "The general must be cured."

Chen Yuanjun waved his sleeves at the messenger and waved his hand, his face calmed down. At the same time, he looked around the hall and said, "The Northland Meeting is here. Friends, let's go back wherever you come from."

A number of great figures from the Fourth Realm of the Great Sui Dynasty stood up and saluted Chen Yuanjun.

Qian Shang came to his senior brother and bowed with him.

The ancestors of Qiangshan deliberately passed through the crowd and came to Chenyuan, and the crowd around them had disappeared.

The ancestor named Zeng took out a green bamboo slip from his sleeve and handed it to Chen Yuanjun, saying, "This is some recent news from the East... After the North Frontier Conference was held, it may be difficult for the intelligence network of the General's Mansion of the North Frontier Great Wall to cross the other three Great Walls."

Chen Yuanjun raised his eyebrows.

The Qiangshan ancestor said it was very right.

As Nirvana, you must sit in the Great Wall and do not leave easily.

The crown prince’s title of “Champion Marquis” is not really about promoting Chen Yuanjun… What other officials can be greater than the lord of the northern border? If the crown prince wants to step by step, he will abolish the privileges of the general’s mansion.

Four Great Walls of the Great Sui Dynasty.

Except for the northern border, they are all in the hands of Tiandu.

The butterflies in the north cannot fly to the mountains of the Great Wall in the east, and they cannot see the news there.

He took the bamboo slips, hesitated for a moment, and said sincerely: "Thank you, senior."

The ancestor smiled, "Ning Yi is a very good little guy. You need to know the news here in advance... There are many backers behind the little guy, but there are only a few that can be reliable in real time."

Shushan.

General's Mansion.

Chen Yuanjun took a deep breath, looked at the Qiangshan ancestor gratefully, raised his hands and bowed.

"This kindness... I've recorded it."

The Qiangshan ancestor smiled and stretched out a hand with his unchanged expression, patted Chen Yuanjun on the shoulder, and whispered in a low voice: "Recover well, you can see the clues when taking action in the hall this time...but there is no big problem."

Chen Yuanjun's expression suddenly froze.

The old man turned around and left with his hands on his back, walked leisurely, and a golden cave appeared in front of him. The disciples of Qiangshan, behind him, followed the ancestor, stepped into the cave and left the northern border.

The words of the Qiangshan ancestor did not avoid Qian Shang beside Mr. Chen Yuan.

Qian Shangjun, who was holding the "qin box", looked a little ugly. At this moment, the hall was empty and the visitors were gone. Qiangshan was the last group of people to leave... Except for the two of them, no third person heard the words of the ancestors.

He waved his hand to disperse the black cavalry outside the hall.

Chen Yuanjun turned around and left the side hall, silent all the way until he returned to the general's mansion, closed the door, and in front of Qian Shangjun, he took off his cloak to reveal the black and thin chain mail inside. The scales as big as a baby's fist opened and closed, as if he was breathing, the dense scales had broken and red blood was seeping out.

Chen Yuanjun raised his hands and whispered in pain: "Help me remove my armor."

Qian Shangjun hurriedly came to the back of his senior brother and drew an arc from top to bottom on his spine.

This chain mail is a treasure left by the master. The steps are complicated and the formation patterns need to be removed patiently. Sweat is oozing from Qian Shangjun's forehead, and his fingertips are moving down with difficulty. After a while, the scales fall, and the jingling sounds of big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate, and the black scales roll and bounce up.

Sighing out a breath of relief.

He raised his head and found that what was exposed in front of him was a shocking picture... The senior brother's back was exposed, his strong muscles were bulging, but the surface was covered with talismans. The talisman paper sank and almost grew into his bones. I don't know whether the bright red talisman patterns were painted with pen and ink or cast with blood.

The potential in this Nirvana body was oppressed by these talismans.
To be continued...