On the terrace on the lake, Yan Qingcheng looked at Jun Wuxie's back as he was leaving, and was so angry that he grinded his teeth.
What does this little bastard mean?
I will never regret knowing her at all if I say anything.
What the implication is that before this, did he regret knowing her?
She took away her chastity and even said such words!
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At this moment, Jun Wuxie was on his way back to Zongwang Mountain.
Naturally, he would not have thought that when he was excited to learn about the news from the Lingxu Realm, he said casually, which made Yan Qingcheng think so much.
He spent a lot of money in the capital to purchase a high-end carriage pulled by two three-star thousand-spirit horses.
The carriage is very luxurious, with a spacious interior, with soft and comfortable beds, coffee tables, tables, stools, and exquisite decorations.
When he returned to the king of the sect, Jiu Ye and Uncle Bird asked. He briefly said that the matter between the Burning Knife Sect and the Lingxu Realm was not mentioned.
In the following days, he would be with Yue Yao in addition to practicing.
During this period, he gave all the basic resources he obtained from killing enemies in the Nanshan Secret Realm to Jiu Ye and Uncle Bird.
The Sect King Academy has been in decline for a long time, and the sect has no foundation and is extremely scarce.
In the future, if the Sect King Academy wants to restore its prosperity, it will consume a lot of resources if it needs to rebuild the sect and recruit disciples.
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The time when the land of trial is opened is here in a blink of an eye.
Early that morning, the five people from Zongwang Academy rode a luxury carriage purchased a few days ago and arrived at the central square of the capital.
The huge square was already crowded in the early morning.
The central area was blocked, and four old men from Qingshan Sword Sect sat cross-legged inside.
There are hundreds of meters away from the blocked area, and four high platforms are built there.
Each platform is about three meters long and is a square with a diameter of more than ten meters.
Luxurious seats and tables are placed on the high platform, with fine wine, desserts and fruit trays.
The people from Qingshan Sword Sect and Dahe Sword Sect have long been on the high platform.
Their seniors sat at the table, while young disciples stood behind them.
Emperor Ji Liufeng of the Great Zhou Dynasty and Empress also sat upright on one of the high platforms, while the eighth prince Ji Beilan stood quietly beside them.
The deputy commander also stood silently behind Ji Liufeng and the Queen.
In addition, there was also a gray-haired old man with a real dragon logo embroidered with his left chest, and ten young and middle-aged men wearing the same clothes, guarding next to Ji Liufeng and the Queen.
As soon as Jun Wuxie drove to the edge of the square, he saw that Ji Liufeng and the queen looked not very good-looking, and the eighth prince was even more angry. He faced the direction of Qingshan Sword Sect, and his hands that were hanging around his waist were pinched into fists.
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Nearby, the crowd watching the fun was filled with anger.
Jun Wuxie's eyes were slightly cold.
What happened?
He was just wondering when he heard a young sword cultivator on the high platform of Qingshan Sword Sect, looking at the angry Ji Beilan with a joke on his face, and said, "Look at how you look, it seems to be quite aggrieved? You have to know,
It is a blessing to be able to get along with our Senior Brother Chanfeng, but you generations of the Great Zhou royal family have cultivated!"
"The disciples of the sect have spoken a little too much!" Ji Liufeng said to the senior management of Qingshan Sword Sect with a calm face: "Although my Great Zhou royal family is far inferior to your Qingshan Sword Sect, he does not want to climb up to the sect.
.I hope the disciples of your sect will not say this again!”
"Well, Emperor of the Great Zhou, my disciple of Qingshan Sword Sect, although he spoke a little directly, it was a fact." A core elder of Qingshan Sword Sect looked indifferent: "Yang Feng heard that there was a princess in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
He is known as the legend of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He is very interested in this amazing woman. Why doesn’t Your Majesty make such a good thing?”
Ji Liufeng's face turned extremely gloomy when he heard this.
He didn't expect that the senior executives of Qingshan Sword Sect would say the same.
The Great Zhou royal family could not offend Qingshan Sword Sect.
However, it is impossible to agree to this matter, but it cannot break up. If you refuse politely, the disciples of Qingshan Sword Sect will definitely refuse to give in and say something ugly and harsh.
"Your Majesty of the Great Zhou, what else do you have to hesitate?" The young sword cultivator from Qingshan Sword Sect said with a smile: "We Senior Brother Chanfeng, who is a figure on the Southern Region Star Glory List, a king-level peerless talent
.Although Senior Brother Chanfeng already has a Taoist partner, you, Princess Dazhou, can be a concubine for my senior brother, and it is not a grievance. In the future, if you, Brother Chanfeng, have the support of your Grand Zhou, you will prosper for another three thousand years!"
"You!" Ji Liufeng's muscles on his face were so angry that his muscles beat hard, and he said coldly: "Yinlan only seeks martial arts and has no other thoughts! Don't say this again!"
"That's not necessarily." At this time, behind the young sword cultivator, a young man with thick black hair and a sharp face as if a knife was cut. He smiled and said confidently: "It's better, Your Majesty of the Great Zhou Dynasty let Ji Yinlan come.
When I meet with me, as long as I see me, she will not have the only martial arts in her heart.”
"Haha!" The eighth prince laughed in anger and said, "Who do you think you are? If my sister is here, she will not look at you directly!"
"Boy, why are you talking to Senior Brother Chanfeng?" The young Jian Xiu joked: "My Senior Brother is the one you want to call your brother-in-law in the future. Don't be so big or small!"
The Eighth Prince's face turned pale.
He was about to fight back when a carriage suddenly rushed in and suddenly stopped between the Qingshan Sword Sect and the Great Zhou royal family.
The Qianling Horse's front hooves soar into the air, sighing and neighing for a long time.
"sister……"
The eighth prince opened his mouth, but immediately closed his mouth.
"Eighth Prince, have you heard clearly what that guy said just now?" Jun Wuxie jumped out of the carriage and looked at Ji Beilan and asked.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were looking at the carriage and Jun Wuxie.
People in the capital know that Jun Wuxie and Ji Yinlan have a very different relationship.
At this time, he suddenly rushed in in a carriage. What was he going to do?
Undoubtedly, today's affairs, the words and deeds of the disciples of Qingshan Sword Sect, were naked insults to Jun Wuxie.
Princess of the Great Zhou is his confidante.
Now, the disciple of Qingshan Sword Sect said that he would take Ji Yinlan as his concubine.
Faced with a powerful sect like Qingshan Sword Sect, what would Jun Wuxie do and what could he do?
"What are you doing while standing there?" Jun Wuxie repeated: "Have you heard clearly what he said just now?"
"Ah! No, I didn't hear it clearly!"
The eighth prince reacted and immediately responded.
"Did you hear it? He didn't hear clearly what you said just now." Jun Wuxie looked at the young sword cultivator and said, "Why don't you come down and come to me and tell him again?"
"Boy, what tricks do you want to play?" The young sword cultivator sneered, brushed his sword robe, and got off the platform.
He came to Jun Wuxie and sneered: "I'm here, you treat me like..."
Buzz!
A golden slap suddenly twitched at him.
The speed and power are so fierce that the space explodes instantly.
The young sword cultivator's pupils shrank and he was about to fight back.
With a puff.
Before his martial arts could be displayed, his golden palms tugged heavily on his face with the force of ten thousand pounds.
Suddenly, blood splattered everywhere and the sound of bone cracks resounded throughout the audience.
Blood and brain matter splashed out together.
The young sword cultivator died instantly!
Above the neck, the whole head was blooming like a broken watermelon.
His body shook for a moment and fell to the ground with a bang.
Jun Wuxie stepped on his body, staring at the young man with thick black hair and a knife-cut face on the high platform of Qingshan Sword Sect, mocking: "What's the thing, this kind of thing."
Dare to make noise here, something like a native chicken and a tile dog!"
The whole scene was silent.
Here, tens of millions of eyes were focused on him.
People were stunned.
No one expected that Jun Wuxie's counterattack would be so direct and fierce!
It is simply unimaginable to kill its core disciples in front of everyone and in front of the senior executives of Qingshan Sword Sect!
Ji Liufeng, the Queen, the Eighth Prince and others were all shocked.
The Jiuye, Uncle Bird and others who lifted the curtain were also shocked.
The people from Qingshan Sword Sect came back to their senses from their shock and anger, their faces were extremely gloomy, and their eyes were filled with cold light!