The words of Hu Liuniang made Zhang Qi suddenly feel that the snow in the mortal world can be so cold. The snow falls and frost is cold, and his heart of Tao is frozen inch by inch. His whole body is shrouded in grief and anger. Once a mistake turns into eternal hatred, it is like Zhang Qi's mood at this time.

Just as he was disheartened, Amberchen spoke.

"How could I offend the Seventh Prince? The prince was ordered to supervise the country, but you and others were disrespectful. They came here to provoke him. There were a lot of princes and they did not care about you and others. But he was a guest minister of the National Teacher's Office, so how could you and others let you and others violate the law and treat Your Majesty as nothing!"

After the words came, Zhang Qi's eyes suddenly lit up, staring at An Bochen thoughtfully, not knowing what he was thinking.

An Bochen said this with a righteous intent. He skipped the grudge between Zhang Qi and the prince, exaggerated the line, and directly brought out the imperial edict before Emperor Yin left.

For a time, the immortals in Yinjing, including the retainers of the National Teachers' Mansion, had a great change in their views on An Bochen. Although this person had strange things, he could eat the king's fortune and loyalty. As the new guest minister of the National Teachers' Mansion, his words and actions were worthy of Zhang Qi's kindness.

"Responsible for the State? Hahaha, it is really fearless. Except for His Royal Highness, who is qualified to serve as the emperor and the state? Throughout history, there have been precedents of the sons of court officials who are the sons of court officials. Humph, before His Majesty left, he only told the Seventh Prince that the Seventh Prince was in charge of the government affairs. How could the term "Responsible for the State" be used randomly? What's more, in the years since the Seventh Prince was in charge of the dynasty, the court and the opposition have been rampant, and the masters of the Yin Dynasty have suffered heavy casualties. I have heard that the Seventh Prince was still being put on a post overseas. I wonder if this is the case?"

The Evil Buddha King said with a smile, and his words were full of sarcasm.

No matter how good Zhang Qi has a good temper, he was exposed to the wound in public, and his face was still angry, and a cold wave appeared in his eyes, staring at the Evil Buddha King coldly.

In this way, it would be like the prince's mansion and the national teacher's mansion completely breaking apart. In the days before Emperor Yin's return, it was impossible for the two to distinguish between the two.

As early as the remnants of Dakuang made a big fuss for three dynasties, the ban on killing was vaguely useless. On the surface, there were indeed people who were worried, but secretly they were ready to move.

The immortal heart is like the human heart. If one person breaks the rules, millions of people will regard the rules as nothing.

An Bochen remained silent, took five steps across the long street, and stood up with his hands behind his back, "No matter how bright your tongue is, you cannot change your sin of disrespect. The Seventh Prince is respectful to the wise and gentleman, and puts the overall situation first and allows you to leave. But he cannot sit idly by and watch the prince be humiliated."

An Bochen's words moved everyone in the National Master's Mansion. Zhang Qi looked at An Bochen with emotion, feeling like a confidant in his heart.

“Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The beautiful eyes of Fox Liuniang were waving, and she smiled so hard that she leaned back and forth. The pink skirt was intentionally or unintentionally exposed a gap, and her slender, plump and white thighs were faintly visible.

"So, what exactly does the guest minister want?"

"It's easy to say." An Bochen still looked righteous and arrogant, covering his face with a thin mist, and no one could see the expression on his face clearly.

"As long as the two kowtow to the Seventh Master, admit their mistakes and leave the treasure, they will naturally let the two leave."

An Bochen said word by word, his words spread from afar, causing ripples in the hearts of the onlookers of Yinjing.

At this point, the National Master's Mansion and the Prince's Mansion have really met. I don't know if what the guest said represents Zhang Qi's meaning.

Looking at Zhang Qi again, he saw that he had no expression on his face, his eyes were indifferent, and he was indifferent to what An Bochen said.

Seeing this, the immortals were all in their hearts.

But I don’t know that Zhang Qi is also in a difficult situation at this time.

I thought An Keqing had just made a few harsh words to get some face for him, and then he stopped meeting him, but unexpectedly, he underestimated the "loyalty" of this overseas immortal. Thinking of what An Bochen did for him in hundreds of overseas countries, Zhang Qi couldn't help but sigh.

At this point, I could only let An Keqing continue. When I retreated a little, the little prestige he had just recovered would disappear.

"Bold! Kowtow and admit your mistake? Who do you think you are? You are just a second-rate immortal who can't even control the thunder tribulation." The evil Buddha King finally showed anger, his eyes narrowed, and his brilliance burst out. Seeing his expression as if he wanted to swallow An Bochen into his stomach.

"So, are you unwilling to apologize to the Seventh Master?" An Bochen said in a deep voice, turning his head to look at Zhang Qi.

A hint of unnaturalness appeared on Zhang Qi's face, and disappeared in an instant, and nodded to An Bochen with encouragement.

If you don’t say anything more than a single sentence, and no one is willing to give in, you can only see the true meaning in your hands.

Including the retainers of the National Master's Office, no one in Yinjing's immortals was optimistic about An Bochen. After all, the Evil Buddha King and the Fox Sixth Lady were famous first, but An Bochen came from his head, and who was stronger and weak was obvious at a glance. Even Zhang Qi was so upset that he seemed to have never seen An Bochen take action from beginning to end, just because he heard Ya Zi say that An Bochen had advanced several times in a hundred years, and had great potential. With the grace of saving his life, he made an exception to award him the guest's waist card. More so, because Zhang Qi was defeated overseas that day, and suffered losses, and he was really shameless and returned empty-handed. But no matter how good his cultivation talent was, he might not have the strong combat power, let alone...

After looking at the thunder clouds in the sky, Zhang Qi's heart sinks a little further.

Now, he can only bet. As long as An Keqing is unbeaten or not defeated, he will not be faceless. After all, the Evil Buddha King and the Fox Liuniang are both famous masters on the Antarctic Immortal Island.

The wind and snow were like smoke and fog, circling upwards, dancing fluttering over the National Master's Mansion. The snow in the sky turned into a white cloud, whistling.

Everyone knew that it was caused by the murderous intent of the Evil Buddha King. He just rolled his eyelids and put the whole city of Fengxue in his palms. The violent murderous aura swept across the wind and snow, and rushed towards An Bochen.

An Bochen remained motionless and stood with his hands behind his back, as if he still didn't know what was going on.

When a master confronts, the winner is from the front line. If you have the opportunity to gain a stable advantage, you will probably win until the end.

Compared with the magnificent and proficient in the battle path, the man in a green-clothed and hat on the opposite side was like a boy from the countryside, and was full of tenderness everywhere.

Only the Evil Buddha King was secretly shocked.

He did not put the so-called guest minister in the National Master's Mansion in his eyes at first, but when he was about to fight, he suddenly found that the man in green-clothed straw hat standing in the heavy snow disappeared. He was clearly standing there without the need to sacrifice his divine eyes to see clearly with his naked eyes. But what made the King of Evil's heart beat faster was that he could not lock the other party with his qi. It was as if the smoke and dust floating outside the world, no matter how strong the wind was, it could only blow up and down, left and right, and it was difficult to truly capture it.

But the other party stood there motionlessly, and the Evil Buddha King was helpless.

His inheritance has always been a secret, and not many people know about Antarctic Immortal Island. Although he calls himself the Buddha King, his style of conduct is extremely cruel and ruthless, which runs contrary to the Buddhist teachings. In fact, he was a young man at the foot of Lingshan Mountain in the West. By chance, he used a bucket of lamp oil to exchange for the essence of relics from an ancient Buddha who turned into a novice monk. From then on, he became a connection with Buddhism and practiced in Lingshan for three hundred years. Finally, because he could not see through the cause and effect, he offended a Bodhisattva, fled far away, and defected to Antarctic Immortal Island, and he was disgusted from then on.

His skills originated from Buddhism, and he also had the natal magic weapon, the relic spirit. It was precisely because of this treasure that he could defeat the demon king in the Hangkong Mountain. Now he was forced into a dilemma by An Bochen. He snorted coldly and stopped holding back.

His eyes were glaring like the Vajra Protector. The emptiness of the Evil Buddha King floated through the deep pupils of milky white scriptures and mantras, and then he opened his mouth and spit it out, and the golden relics flew out.

The relics emit a peaceful yellow halo, but inside it is as dark as ink, emitting a terrifying black light.

The ethereal and solemn voice of Buddha, accompanied by the vicious and vicious aura, burst into pieces in the city of Yinjing.

The flying snow was still like clouds. As the relics appeared, there seemed to be a towering Buddha floating above the head of the evil Buddha King, blessing the three-headed and six-armed Dharma image, glaring at An Bochen with anger.

The momentum above the National Master's Mansion suddenly rose tenfold. Looking down from the sky, Baili Yinjing also transformed. The golden light was shining with black light, as if an Arhat had descended to the Bodhisattva into the world, and it seemed that a great demon was causing trouble. The immortal energy in the city was restrained at this moment, making people unable to distinguish between the virtual and the real.

Everyone in Yinjing was shocked, and Zhang Qi's eyelids also twitched.

The strength of the Evil Buddha King is even higher than he imagined. Even if he takes action himself, it will take at least ten rounds to defeat him.

But in a blink of an eye, Zhang Qi felt a deep surprise in his heart. Looking at An Bochen, who was still wearing a blue shirt and a straw hat, still shaking, under the huge intimidation of the Evil Buddha King, Zhang Qi secretly applauded.

He can force the Evil Buddha King to use all his strength, but he is calm and contented. This fellow Taoist An’s strength cannot be underestimated. There is great potential for this battle.
Chapter completed!