"How is this possible?"

Watching Yang Xian drive away, the fat monk was stunned, with blood dripping on his hands.

When the golden cymbal in his hand was broken by Yang Xian, his hands had been shattered by a huge force.

"Didn't the leader say that the Central Plains masters are the best in the world with the Confucian scholar Zhu Hongyi? Why is it so powerful today when he just met a child?"

After this monk came to the Central Plains from the Western Regions, he initially held a sense of awe. After seeing a large number of "masters" in the Central Plains, he found that these "masters" were not as powerful as their masters and brothers said, and gradually became arrogant.

I just think that the Central Plains martial arts world is just like this. The teachers and senior brothers are a bit exaggerated, but they are much worse than themselves.

But today, when he met Yang Xian, he was hit by Yang Xian and smashed his golden cymbals. His arrogance immediately dissipated most of his arrogance.

"It seems that the masters and senior brothers are right. There are really many masters in the Central Plains area! Even a young man is so powerful!"

Yang Xian is tall and tall, comparable to a 17 or 18-year-old boy. This monk just thought Yang Xian was seventeen or 18 years old. If he knew that Yang Xian was only twelve years old, he would probably be even more surprised.

"It seems that you will have to be more careful in the future!"

He saw that Yang Xian was so amazing, and this time he felt like a basin of cold water was poured on his head, and his arrogant and domineering feelings never remained. From then on, he did not dare to cause trouble, and practiced honestly until he reached the level of a master, and then came to the Central Plains to experience it again.

Putting aside this person, just talk about Yang Xian.

After breaking the golden cymbals of the monk Dalun Temple, Yang Xian drove all the way forward, and the two green horses were extremely handsome. Even though they were running like flying, the carriage did not seem to be very bumpy.

In the first two days, Xiao Qingyu looked depressed and didn't want to talk much because of the familiar death. But after a few days, the sadness gradually faded and the little girl became lively.

She was talking and laughing with Yang Xian on the way, but she was not very lonely along the way.

Qingmu Cliff, the main hall of the Demon Sect, is located in the Seven Emotions and Six Desire Peaks of the Demon Yunzhou. It is already a place that is very north of the Great Zhou Dynasty and is 30,000 miles away from Qingzhou.

With the footsteps of these two green horses, it feels that Moyunzhou will take at least half a year.

Fortunately, Yang Xian himself has time for his experience, so he doesn't mind.

He has gone through the journey, but the things he has caused have begun to ferment.

Because of his thrust, the children of the Southern Sect of the Demon Sect were very annoyed. They spent a lot of people to lead Xiao Tiandong to another place, and were about to capture Xiao Qingyu, but they never thought that it would be destroyed by Yang Xian.

The incident was learned by the senior officials of the Demon Sect. In anger, they killed all the disciples of the Demon Sect who were involved in the matter at that time, and issued the Seven Killing Blood Order, so that they could only capture Xiao Qingyu and the mysterious beggar who rescued Xiao Qingyu. If they could not be captured alive, they would also have to kill Xiao Qingyu.

As long as Xiao Qingyu dies, Xiao Tiandong will naturally leave flaws in his heart, and his practice will inevitably not reach the perfect state, which will greatly reduce the threat to the Southern Sect.

Since the Demon Sect was divided into two sects, both the Northern and Southern Sects have wanted to defeat each other, make the Demon Sect combine two into one, and recreate the glorious atmosphere of the Demon Sect back then.

Now, a top figure like Xiao Tiandong appeared in the Northern Sect of the Demon Sect. Although the Southern Sect has many disciples, there are not many outstanding people.

If this situation has not been improved, the Southern Sect will inevitably decline in the future. In decades, the Southern Sect will no longer be able to confront Xiao Tiandong.

This is also because of this that the Southern Demon Sect became thoughtful about Xiao Tian.

Either beat him to death, control him or mess with him.

Otherwise, if Xiao Tiandong grew up, his life would be extremely difficult for the Southern Demon Sect.

Just when the Southern Demon Sect was angry about this, there was a person who was furious in Zhongjing City far away in Zhongzhou!

In a study room, a middle-aged man in black kicked the embroidered bench next to him and roared at the man in red robe who was arching in front of him: "Zhu Hongyi, my thunder tribes of the Eight Tribes of the Sky suddenly stopped the news in Qingzhou. What's going on?"

"Didn't you say that Yang Xian, the new leader of Yinxue, is only twelve years old? Can a twelve-year-old child destroy my Heavenly Surveyor?"

He pointed to Zhu Hongyi's nose and shouted, "Why did the Bade brothers suddenly disappear in Qingzhou? Was he also killed by Yang Xian?"

The man in black was slender and upright, with a big hooked nose under his slender eyes, and his thin lips were hidden under his thick beard. His face was pale and his chest couldn't help but undulate. At this time, his eyes seemed to be about to spit out fire. He shouted at Zhu Hongyi in front of him, "What are you doing? Can't you solve a small child?"

Zhu Hongyi stood up, listening to the man in black cursing without any expression on his face.

After the man in black cursed enough, he whispered: "Your Majesty, it is very difficult to capture the rioters in secret, let alone their sect leader?"

His voice was low and pleasant and extremely magnetic, making people feel secretly when listening to him.

The man in black is Zhou Li, the current Ming Emperor. After hearing Zhu Hongyi's words, he slowly calmed down and said, "Sect Master? What kind of sect master can a newly weaned child be considered? Mei Niansheng passed the throne to him. How many people in the Yinxue lineage can convince him?"

Zhu Hongyi whispered: "Brothers Bade are already convinced!"

Zhou Li's eyes twitched sharply a few times, and his face turned red, and he said with hatred: "I have always treated these eight old beasts very well. They actually betrayed me for a little beast?"

He looked at Zhu Hongyi and said, "This matter has a great impact, don't let all officials know! You should pay close attention to the disciples and old officials of these eight old things. If there is any wrong, just kill them!"

Zhu Hongyi bent down and said, "The old minister has given instructions on this matter."

"It's just that the Bade brothers are very meticulous in their work. Long before they went to Qingzhou, their disciples, their family members, relatives and friends had already hidden them in advance."

Zhou Li was angry again, and he reached out and slapped the square table in front of him, making a loud "bang" sound, shouting: "Old man!"

After he slapped the square table of gold and stone, the entire table surface slowly flowed like quicksand, slowly collapsed and flowed to the ground, forming a pile of golden powder.

What's strange is that even the teapot and tea bowl that Zhou Li did not touch with his palm collapsed with the collapse of the square table, and the tea in the teapot had disappeared without a trace.

Zhu Hongyi praised: "Your Majesty, your Black Water Mystery is becoming more and more pure!"

Zhou Li snorted coldly, "No matter how powerful he is, he can't compare to his beloved's measuring ruler!"

Zhu Hongyi bent down and said, "Your Majesty is absurd, the old minister is so frightened!"

"Okay, you need to care about the affairs of the chaos of Confucianism very much, and don't ignore it. I will give you a year to bring Yang Xian's head to me!"

Zhu Hongyi looked embarrassed and said, "Your Majesty, if I leave Beijing, I am afraid that something big will happen in Zhongjing City!"

Zhou Li's face changed slightly, "What? Without you, the great master of Neo-Confucianism, can't I control this Zhongjing?"

Zhu Hongyi looked panicked, "I dare not!"

Seeing him like this, Zhou Li's anger gradually faded and said softly: "Hongyi, I heard that there are smoke everywhere today, and there are riots in various places, right?"

Zhu Hongyi said: "The disease of scabies is not a big deal, only this rioters are the ones who are in charge!"

Zhou Li said: "Since that's the case, why don't you capture and kill the new leader of the sect in Qianru first?"

Zhu Hongyi said: "There is priority for matters!"

Zhou Li was stunned, "What else is more important than destroying the rioters?

Zhu Hongyi sighed slightly, took out a memorial from his sleeve, and presented it to Zhou Li, "Your Majesty, there is something going on in the northern Immortal Heavenly Pass!"

Zhou Li's face turned pale in an instant!
Chapter completed!