On this day, on the way to the underground Quanzhuang with Mo Yiming and the princess, the princess didn't speak all the way, she was not naughty like before, she was not as curious as before, and she was not as funny as before, and she was not as funny as before.

Mo Yiming didn't ask much, let alone say much. He could understand the princess's inner sorrow. He could not promise anything to the princess, nor did he dare to promise anything.

It was not until he arrived at the entrance of the underground fist village that the princess stopped and looked at Mo Yiming, with reluctance and expectation in his eyes, and said, "Ming Mo, if, I mean, if you went to the Nanming battlefield, would you come back?"

Mo Yiming was stunned for a moment. He didn't want to deceive the princess, and he didn't want to deceive this naive person, but he didn't say anything after all, just nodded.

The princess smiled like a flower, and suddenly became happy and said, "What you promised me will definitely come back."

Mo Yiming said: "I just hope that when I come back in the future, you don't hate me."

"I hate you for anything, I can't be happy. You are my only friend." The princess said, jumping happily.

Mo Yiming sighed because he knew that the next time he came to Nanming, it might be the day of a great war. He wanted to start a war with the Lord of Nanming City and rescue those innocent people. But he didn't know when the next time it would be...

The underground fist shop is still so lively. Before we arrived at the scene, we heard those cheers. Perhaps because we were going to the Nanming battlefield tomorrow, there were much more people coming to the competition today than that day.

They even stood all over the entire underground fist farm, but when they saw the princess coming, they all squeezed out and gave up a passage.

At this moment, under the waving circle, two monks of the eighth level of Qi were fighting. The two monks were sweating heavily, and even had wounds in some parts of their bodies, with blood flowing out. However, the two of them still showed a strong fighting spirit in their eyes, as if they were smelling the smell of blood, which made their blood boil.

The two of them had equal cultivation levels, so that when they were exhausted, their battle lasted for more than an hour.

Mo Yiming looked around and the middle-aged man in armor, sitting in front, caught Mo Yiming's eye at a glance. This person was Prime Minister Jiang.

At this moment, Prime Minister Jiang stood up and said, "Okay, although you two don't decide the winner, what I need in the battlefield of Nanming is this kind of person with strong fighting spirit. You two, register and go with me tomorrow."

As Prime Minister Jiang finished his words, the two monks clasped their fists and thanked him, and saw that the wave of movement slowly opened a crack.

The crack became bigger and bigger. Until the two of them walked out, a long rainbow roared and flew into the wave ring. At the same time, another monk Ming also turned into a long rainbow and flew into the wave ring. The crack of the wave ring gradually closed. Finally, after it was completely closed, it made a "buzz" echo.

"The song ended." One of the thin monks clasped his fists and bowed.

Another monk in blue clothes also clasped his fists and bowed: "Lu Chen!"

After the two of them introduced their names to each other, they were both kind-hearted in the last second, but in the next second, they were tit-for-tat. Almost the moment the name fell, the two of them suddenly rushed out, and they were each using the magic they used.

The bang sound echoed, and Mo Yiming could roughly determine that the cultivation level of these two people was at the ninth level of gathering energy.

The battle between the two did not last long. After about a moment, the man named Qu Jin was defeated and left. Immediately afterwards, another cultivator of the Ninth Level of Gathering Qi came to the stage to challenge.

But soon, the person who came to the stage to challenge was defeated and left.

Prime Minister Jiang's expression was always indifferent. The warriors he needed were not people with high cultivation, but people with strong fighting spirit. Therefore, he did not try to keep those defeated cultivators of the Ninth Level of Gathering Qi, but let them leave dejectedly.

Those who were dejected with them were also those who failed.

"Cao, that's what I said, I didn't get a fight in ten rounds!"

"It's so bad, I'm so optimistic about him."

"Damn, I lost again! I lost three gold coins today, alas..."

...

Mo Yiming did not pay attention to the cultivator at the ninth level of gathering Qi, because now, when he was watching these cultivators at the ninth level of gathering Qi fight, even though the speed was very fast, in his eyes, it was like replaying in slow motion, just like the feeling of seeing the cultivator at the ninth level of gathering Qi fight.

But the princess is different. It seems that the Nine-level Gathering Qi is a very long distance for her. Every time she sees a Nine-level Gathering Qi, she will show her admiration. Especially when she sees those strange magics, she will always pull the corner of Mo Yiming's clothes and say, "Mingmo, look, this person's Huntian Technique must have reached the third level."

"Ming Mo, that man's hundred sticks technique is already superb."

"That man's Ten Thousand Swords Art has reached the point of perfection."

...

It seems that the princess can accurately say every magic issued by the Ninth Level of Qi gathering. But this is not surprising. After all, the princess was born in Nanming Castle, and there are countless magics in Nanming Castle.

Until two hours later, the man named Luo Chen was sweating heavily and injured at the moment. He stood there since he was standing now, but the fighting spirit in his eyes did not decrease, but became stronger. His eyes were sharp, and he looked at the people nearby, showing a provocative look, and shouted: "Who else, come up and fight!"

This deep shout was immediately appreciated by Prime Minister Jiang. Although Prime Minister Jiang had not spoken, he had already made a choice in his heart.

At this moment, under this wave of movement, a monk jumped in. The man walked forward with his hand in hand, wearing a familiar costume that immediately made Mo Yiming's eyes lit up.

"When did the monks from Xifeng come here?"

The clothes this person wore were the ones of Xifeng. But Mo Yiming did not know this person. After all, when he was in Xifeng, most of them practiced in the back mountain.

While pondering, Mo Yiming subconsciously intervened in the crowd. As this person stepped in, those who bet immediately became excited.

"See, the clothes he was wearing were Xifeng's clothes. There was a word Xi on his chest, just like Beifeng, and a word Bei on his chest."

"The cultivators who come out of the sect will definitely have a stronger cultivation level than these wild cultivators. In this game, the cultivators from Xifeng will definitely win."

"Yes, in recent years, Xifeng's reputation has been far greater than that of Beifeng."

"When talking about this, I have to mention a person. This person is named Mo Yiming. It is said that because this person is a genius in cultivation, Xifeng has the current majesty."

"As many years ago, Xifeng was the first of the four peaks, but later due to various reasons, the Xifeng fell. It was expected that Xifeng would rise again in recent years. After all, there is still a foundation."

"The God of War Lei Xiao also came out of Xifeng!"

"The God of War Lei Xiao is in front of Mo Yiming, although he is the same age, but he is far inferior to him."

...

Mo Yiming couldn't help but feel secretly happy when he heard these people's discussions. He didn't expect that his reputation would be so great that it could reach these people's ears. However, when he heard the four words "Lei Xiao of the God of War", Mo Yiming suddenly felt very confused.

Since it is Lei Xiao, the God of War, why is it still as the soul mysterious said, and it is in danger?

At this moment, the corner of his clothes was suddenly pulled by the princess, and then he whispered to Mo Yiming's ear: "Do you know that the former god of war was Prime Minister Jiang?"

Mo Yiming frowned, obviously not knowing.

"But since Lei Xiao came, the name of the God of War fell on Lei Xiao. Lei Xiao has made many military achievements on the battlefield." The princess lowered her voice, for fear of being heard by Prime Minister Jiang.

"Is it possible that Lei Xiao's incident has something to do with Prime Minister Jiang?" When Mo Yiming heard this, he immediately had speculation and thoughts in his heart.

"By the way, do you know Mo Yiming? It is said that this person is not only of high cultivation, but also very handsome!"

While Mo Yiming was thinking, the princess said in a low voice.

Mo Yiming shook his head.
Chapter completed!