Li Mingtang felt something, opened his slightly closed eyes and turned his head to look.

The red mist wrapped around Xu Haifeng seemed to have changed a little, as if someone was slowly stirring in the middle, and began to rotate bit by bit. As time goes by, the rotation becomes larger and larger.

A whirlwind slowly appeared on the ground. First, a few fallen leaves were blown slightly, and then the wind became stronger and filled the entire courtyard.

"Bang..." with a sound, a figure broke out of the cocoon and jumped into the air. A long roar continued, and the sound moved nine days.

The whirlwind on the ground seemed to have suddenly lost its power and gradually stopped. The strange red mist also dissipated invisible and disappeared.

Xu Haifeng's body in mid-air seemed to have lost its weight and slowly descended like a feather.

His spiritual sense is everywhere, his skills are all-encompassing. At this point, his internal injuries have healed and his skills have gone further. He has become a veritable master of the master level.

"Congratulations to brothers for finally achieving great success, so please congratulate me." A long laugh came from afar, and within ten miles, it was clearly heard.

Xu Haifeng looked up at the north, a smile appeared on his face, and said, "Brother Li Zhi has come thousands of miles away. Xu Haifeng is not in a far-reaching mood. Why not find a place to talk about the old relationship?"

His voice was not high, but it also spread for miles, as if he was talking in someone else's ears.

But everyone who hears it will feel a little chill in their hearts, just because this seemingly friend invites them is filled with a strong murderous aura.

Xu Haifeng was already determined to kill.

"Today's fight, Li Zhi won't fight. If Brother Xu has time, what if we meet in the northern camp in February?" Li Zhi's voice came from afar.

Xu Haifeng certainly knew that tonight was not the time to fight. He said loudly: "Since that's the case, after February, Xu will be waiting for the arrival of the Northern Camp."

"Lezhi will come at that time."

Xu Haifeng stopped talking, glanced at Zhebe by his side, and paused slightly. He was just now focused on using his power to regulate his breathing, and had no time to pay attention to external objects, so he didn't know that Zhebe also came here.

He sighed inwardly. If Zhebbe could have come one step earlier, the four of them worked together, perhaps it might not be known that Cheng Xuanfeng could be left behind.

He looked up at the sky, and Li Zhi's hearty smile appeared in his mind. He had already stepped into the field of masters first.

Thinking about last year in Wolong City, they even joined forces to fight against Caesar's No. 1 master Auburn. Today, for the sake of the two countries, they are already life-and-death rivals.

This, whether they want to, or admit it or not, is an unchangeable thing.

The interests of the nation are always above the individual. They are all outstanding people of a generation. Similarly, the responsibilities they bear are even heavier. Even if they appreciate each other and even if life and death can be entrusted, they still have to embark on this path of tit-for-tat.

"Let's go."

Xu Haifeng said sadly, leading everyone to rush to Ximen Inn.

In the inner courtyard of the palace, Emperor Xian of Han sat opposite several ministers. When they heard the conversation between Xu Haifeng and Li Zhi, their faces all showed surprise.

"I didn't expect that the Xu Qing family would become the ranks of the Grand Master in one fell swoop. It's really a blessing for me. Shangshu Fang, your vision is better than that of me." Emperor Xian of Han praised.

Fang Lingtian was happy and did not hide his joy at all: "The old minister never thought that Feng'er would knock on this insurmountable door so quickly."

"Ah..." He sighed and said, "I remember when Taiyi Zhenren taught Feng'er's martial arts, the old minister could easily take him down with one palm. But now, ah... one year and a half, only one and a half years, it's really old."

Everyone here was shocked. Tang Zonghan suddenly slapped Fang Lingtian on the shoulder and asked, "Soldiers, what did you say for a year and a half?"

Fang Lingtian looked at him with disdain, and said, "Feng'er has only been practicing martial arts for a year and a half. Don't you, the father-in-law, know?"

Tang Zonghan opened his mouth indecently and shook his head blankly.

"Aren't Fang Qing joking?" Emperor Xian of Han asked in surprise.

Fang Lingtian put away his smug expression, glanced around, and put all the expressions of everyone in his eyes, and smiled and said, "Your Majesty, you said it's this time, can the old minister still joke?"

Emperor Xian of Han and others nodded involuntarily.

Su Dongshun murmured: "One and a half...how could it be so fast?"

Fang Lingtian smiled bitterly and said, "Don't ask me, I don't know either."

Su Dongshun looked at him and suddenly asked, "Lao Fang, how many years have you learned martial arts?"

Fang Lingtian held his head up and said, "I have been practicing martial arts at the age of three, and I have been practicing martial arts for more than fifty years."

"Well..." Su Dongshun continued to ask: "I know you are a master in the Fang family. Now you are one of the first-class ranks, right?"

Fang Lingtian gave him a blank look and said, "Nonsense, do you still don't know if you and I have been together for so many years?"

Su Dongshun said seriously: "Yes, I just know, it's strange that Feng'er has become a master for a year and a half. But you have practiced martial arts for more than fifty years, but you are still an old-fashioned grade. Have you practiced that... that one for so much time?"

He raised his hands and put them beside his mouth and called out twice.

Emperor Xian of Han and others smiled.

Only Fang Lingtian's face was flushed and he wanted to argue without saying anything.

After laughing, Emperor Xian of Han said to Su Dongshun: "Su Qing, thank you, I still have the mood to make me happy at this time."

Su Dongshun and others looked at each other and laughed. Even Fang Lingtian's face was covered in blood and retreated cleanly. It turned out that he had used his skills to force him out just now.

Emperor Xian of Han grabbed the long beard on his jaw and sighed: "Forty years ago, did the late emperor and the others really do it right?"

At this last moment, even though Emperor Xian of Han did not want to mention it, he also felt a little resentment deep in his heart.

"Oh... we can't decide what happened back then. Now, it's better not to mention it." Fang Lingtian shook his head sadly and said.

The room suddenly became silent.

After a while, Tang Zonghan patted Fang Lingtian on the shoulder and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Now Haifeng Kung Fu has achieved great success. He can be said to be the number one young generation of the Han Dynasty. Tell me, who will win the battle between him and Li Zhi after February?"

Fang Lingtian pondered for a moment and said, "I didn't expect that the Huns also had the genius Li Zhi. When martial arts reached their level, it was difficult to tell the real strength and the weak. So, I can only tell you, I don't know."

"What about them compared to Tohodi?" Su Dongshun asked with his head raised.

"It is impossible to compare at the moment. They are still a certain gap with the older generation of masters. However, if you can reach the peak of martial arts at such a young age, your future achievements will definitely not be inferior to those of Tohodi and others." Fang Lingtian said affirmatively.

"Hehe, what a Xu Haifeng and Li Zhi, this reminds me of the two great masters Li Yanbo and Tohodi have been fighting against the enemy for decades." Emperor Xian of Han high-highs said: "They are amazing."

"Yes, they are Li Yanbo and Tohoti of this generation." Fang Lingtian agreed: "As long as the struggle between the Han and the Huns continues, they will eventually be a pair of life and death enemies, and this matter is absolutely impossible."

At this moment, the sound of shouting for killing gradually came from afar.

Emperor Xian of Han listened carefully. After a moment, he looked surprised and asked, "Strange, why did the Huns rushed in from the East Gate? Aren't they attacking Beishengmen?"

Fang Lingtian laughed and said, "What a Li Bohu, it really didn't disappoint me."

But in his laughter, there was an indescribable sadness.

Everyone naturally knew the friendship between the two families, and it was not surprising to his performance.

Tang Zonghan's wrist resting on Fang Lingtian's shoulder pressed hard. Although there was no word, Fang Lingtian could already feel his sincere heart.

Emperor Xian of Han took all this into his eyes and sighed in his heart. He suddenly grew up and said, "Okay, the time is almost over, we should do it."

The three ministers and the old eunuch Afu stood up and bowed down at the same time, shouting: "I will receive the order, long live Your Majesty..."

A moment later, a fire broke out from the study room of the inner courtyard of the palace. Due to the fact that the heavy tincture oil was laid in advance, the fire spread very quickly and could not be rescued.

The Han Palace, which had been spent on countless manpower and material resources, has been gone into vanish in this fire-lit candle sky.

In this battle, all the concubines from Emperor Xian of Han were buried in the sea of ​​fire. He made his promise that he did not leave even a little thing for the Huns except for rubble everywhere.

In the Hui Palace, the eldest prince Liu Zhengting was like an ant on a hot pan, restless.

Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open. He seemed to be a frightened mouse, and immediately curled up to the post, but his body was still trembling.

"Your Highness, you don't need to panic, it's the old minister here."

A soft voice sounded in the hall, bringing a trace of false warmth to the cold hall.

Liu Zhengting was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately jumped out and shouted, "Sir, save the orphan."

The man smiled slightly, but it was Prime Minister Min Zhitang.

"Your Highness, the Huns have already attacked the inner city and the palace is about to fall. The old minister begs you to set off immediately." Min Zhitang bowed and said respectfully.

"Let's go?" Liu Zhengting exclaimed, then urged in a series of ways: "Okay, go, let's go now."

Min Zhitang turned his head slightly, preventing Liu Zhengting from noticed the trace of contempt in his eyes.

Liu Zhengting was unaware of anything. He just asked incoherently: "Where? Where?"

Min Zhitang sighed inwardly, "The dragon gave birth to nine sons, each with different characteristics. Only when one lives or death can one see clearly the essence of a person."
Chapter completed!