Yan Wushuang looked at Mei Changgui who fell to the ground, and was shocked. He couldn't figure out how Yan Zhuo injured Mei Changgui to the ground in the blink of an eye. It was said that Mei Changgui's martial arts
Although he is not at the top, there are only a handful of people in the world who can kill him instantly in one move, except for the leaders of the major sects.
Yan Wushuang thought like this, looked at Peng Nanqi on the side, raised her eyebrows and gave him an encouraging look: You go up and try it first.
Peng Nanqi looked at Yan Wushuang's eyebrows, smiled, with a very contemptuous expression, and snorted coldly, as if to say: You coward, stay back and watch me!
I saw Peng Nanqi cupping his fists and cupping his hands, bowing to Yan Zhuo, and said: "I, Peng Nanqi of the Beggar Clan, didn't know that there was such a senior figure next to Princess Dan. It's very offensive."
Yan Zhuo looked at the polite and polite Peng Nanqi in front of him, and thought to himself: He looks like this, but he has the demeanor of senior Peng Zhen. Even though he is so polite and polite, he can't bear to do it. In this competition, he is willing to be more aggressive, so as not to hurt him.
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He made an affectionate gesture towards Peng Nanqi, indicating that he didn't need to be polite and could take action.
Peng Nanqi bowed again and said: "Junior knows that he is no match for senior, so he does not dare to offend senior. Junior abstains."
Hearing Peng Nanqi abstain from voting, Yan Zhuo and Yan Wushuang were both stunned, unable to guess what this kid was thinking.
Yan Zhuo thought to himself: If he gives up right now and gives up so easily, won't he be afraid of Peng Zhen talking about him when he goes back?
Yan Wushuang's eyes widened. His eyebrows were first filled with surprise, then resentment, and finally turned into a puddle of disappointment in his eyes. He silently thought to himself: This guy is so scheming. He can be so cruel just to avoid me getting to the bottom of things.
Peng Nanqi looked at the disappointed Yan Wushuang, and was secretly proud of himself. He didn't come to this martial arts contest to marry Princess Dan, he just wanted to find an occasion to try his martial arts. Now that he has tried it, there is nothing wrong with it.
Sorry.
Moreover, before achieving his goal, he also developed Yan Wushuang's mentality. He really didn't have a good impression of the people in Jiangzuo. He didn't want to be a spearman for him.
"Young Master Yan, I know that I am not good at academics, so I dare not compete with Young Master Yan. The position of Prince Consort of the Great Dan is still yours, Young Master Yan!"
Peng Nanqi said this. Although he was very polite on the surface, he was actually very happy in his heart and wanted to watch Yan Wushuang make a fool of himself in front of the guard.
Yan Wushuang listened to what Peng Nanqi said. Although she knew in her heart that this guy was making fun of her, she still pretended to be very grateful on the surface. She cupped her hands and smiled and said: "Brother Peng is too modest. Who doesn't know that Brother Peng's father Peng Zhen
Senior Peng is known as the Golden Lion of the Beggar Clan, and his courage is so powerful that no one in the world doesn't admire him."
Peng Nanqi returned the favor with a smile and made an inviting gesture towards Yan Wushuang.
Yan Zhuo looked at the two people and said silently in his heart: This Peng Nanqi has indeed received the true inheritance from senior Peng Zhen. His verbal skills are top-notch, and his all-around exquisiteness is not inferior to his father. However, this Yan Wushuang is narrow-minded. When Peng Nanqi teased him, he
If you want to be quick-tongued for a while and then come back with sarcasm in words, it is difficult to achieve great things by being so fussy about everything.
What Yan Zhuo thought was quite reasonable, but this person's character was born on the one hand, and cultivated on the other.
This Yan Wushuang belongs to the Jiangzuo royal family. Although he prides himself on being noble, the Jiangzuo royal family finds it hard to be reused in the court. This also makes Yan Wushuang feel dependent on others since he was a child. He is sensitive and has low self-esteem. Therefore, once he gains power, he will inevitably become arrogant.
Seeing that things had come to this, Yan Wushuang could only bite the bullet and walked up to Yanzhuo and said: "Yan Wushuang is on the left side of the lower river, please give me some advice from my senior!"
Having said that, Yan Wushuang drew his sword, and the bright red sword energy instantly covered the sword's blade, wandering over the sword's edge like a ball of flowing fire.
Yan Zhuo said: "Your sword energy is very interesting. It is a method of condensing energy into shape, right? Have you learned the Hundred Refining Xuanguang?"
As he said this, he drew out the long sword from the weapon rack beside him, and mobilized his own internal energy to cover the sword body.
"Let's give it a try and see which one is more powerful, your Hundred Refined Mysterious Light, or my Formless Qi!"
Formless Qi? Of course there is no such thing as phaseless Qi in this world. This name was just made up casually by Yan Zhuo to make it mysterious.
Yan Wushuang said: "Senior, you are mistaken. This is not some Hundred Refinements Xuanguang. This is my original sword technique, the Unparalleled Sword Technique."
Yan Zhuo replied: "The swordsmanship is unparalleled, and so are the men. What a big statement."
"Senior, please try the sword!" Yan Wushuang didn't want to talk to Yan Zhuo anymore, so he stepped forward and struck with a sword.
This sword's light was like flowing fire, and it slashed from south to north with the momentum of a wildfire setting off a prairie fire.
Yan Zhuo looked at the sword, curled his mouth, and thrust out a sword in his hand.
This sword is fast, urgent, and cruel, like a hurricane roaring from north to south.
Just hearing a "bang", Yan Zhuo and Yan Wushuang had switched positions, with their backs facing each other.
Yan Wushuang was the first to turn around. He turned around with a smile on his face because he knew that his sword had hit the man. As an unparalleled swordsman, he was very confident in his sword sense.
Yan Zhuo also turned around. Because he was wearing a black fox mask, no one could see the expression behind the mask.
"You lost." Yan Zhuo said calmly.
Yan Wushuang sneered: "Why did I fail?"
Yan Zhuo pointed the tip of his sword at Yan Wushuang's and said, "Look at your sword."
Yan Wushuang looked at what Yan Zhuo was pointing at, his face instantly distorted with fear, because the tip of his sword had been shaved off flatly.
An unparalleled long sword was held bare in his hand, which was both ridiculous and pitiful.
"Did you lose?" Yanzhuo asked.
When Yan Wushuang heard what Yan Zhuo said, his heart trembled, and a feeling of horror instantly penetrated from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. His sword was made of cold iron, and it could be broken by blowing the hair, and it would be broken by ordinary weapons.
"What did you rely on to cut off my sword?"
"Shadowless Qi."
Yan Wushuang nodded and said, "I admit defeat."
With the words "I surrender", the commanding eunuch raised his voice and shouted loudly: "This is the end of the contest for marriage."
The contest to recruit a bride was over. Thanks to Yan Zhuo's steady performance, Shangguan Yaner got her wish and failed to get married.
Yan Zhuo completed Shangguan Yan'er's mission and was finally able to take the thousand-year-old blood Ganoderma lucidum and ride a thousand-mile horse to Yunmeng Ze to rescue Mu Yunfeng.
Yan Zhuo found Shangguan Yan'er, smiled, and said: "It seems that the important matters of your life, Palace Master, will have to trouble the Great Alchemy King for some time."
Shangguan Yan'er said: "A good girl doesn't have to worry about getting married, but I'm not like Xiang'er who thinks about getting married in such a hurry."
As she said that, she pinched Xiang'er's arm with a wicked smile on her face.
Xiang'er patted Shangguan Yan'er's butt and said with a sweet smile: "What kind of good girl doesn't have to worry about getting married? I'm not a good girl."
"Okay, okay. Let's go get the Millennium Blood Ganoderma." Shangguan waved his hand and said.
"Well, it's important to save people."
After that, the three of them walked towards Danxin Pavilion.
In front of the Danxin Pavilion, the four guardians all had red faces and large beads of sweat on their foreheads, looking as if they were sitting on pins and needles.
Logically speaking, given their status, status and martial arts skills, there are very few people and things in this world that can make them so impatient.
But the reality is that the Four Guardians are on pins and needles because the thousand-year-old blood ganoderma they were guarding day and night was stolen under their noses, and that person stole two of them, and the two thousand-year-old blood lingzhi were all packed up and taken away
, not even a bit of residue was left.
"What can we do? This thousand-year-old blood Ganoderma lucidum has been stolen under our noses. What can we do with our errands?"
"That man's Qinggong is so good that we didn't even notice it."
"It looks like the eternal sky of the Golden Roof Palace."
"What are the people in the Golden Summit Palace doing stealing this thousand-year-old blood Ganoderma lucidum?"
"Who knows? Now that the Millennium Blood Ganoderma has been stolen, we can't do what we promised Yan Zhuo. What will we say when we see that boy Yan Zhuo?"
Grandpa Xiang'er snorted coldly and said, "What can I say? Now that the Millennium Blood Ganoderma has been lost, it's not like we won't give it to him."
"What about this Hundred Refinements Xuanguang?"
"How about we take advantage of this time to read a few pages?"
"How can that be done? What's the difference between us and those roosters and dog robbers?"
As the Fourth Protector said this, Shangguan Yan'er, Xiang'er and Yan Zhuo rushed to Danxin Pavilion.
Shangguan Yan'er looked at the red faces of the four protectors and asked quickly: "Four grandfathers, what's going on? What happened?"
The four guardians looked at each other, their throats sank, and they didn't want to speak first.
"Lao San, I think what you just said is reasonable, just say it."
"You are the eldest brother, why don't you let us brothers talk? You, the boss, have to take the main responsibility."
"Yeah, what the third child is saying is that this eldest brother must have the style of the eldest brother. How can he let his younger brother Ding Lei do it?"
"I also think the third brother is right."
Just like that, the boss was pushed out.
The boss's throat sank, he took a deep breath, and said, "Master Yan, to be honest, this thousand-year-old Blood Ganoderma has been stolen."
"ah!"
Shangguan Yan'er, Xiang'er and Yan Zhuo were all shocked.
"Stealed by whom?"
"I don't know." The boss shook his head, "Look at the way of qinggong, it's like the eternal sky of the Golden Dome Palace."
Upon hearing the words "Eternal Clouds", Yan Zhuo and Xiang'er both said in unison: "Fang Yingnan!"
That's right, the person who stole the thousand-year-old blood Ganoderma lucidum is Fang Yingnan. Who else in this world can use this Qinggong stunt "Eternal Cloud" that shocked the world?
"Master Yan, do you know this person?" the boss asked.
Yan Zhuo nodded: "To be honest, the poisonous needle that Mu Yunfeng received was delivered by this person."
"Ah, Mr. Yan knows the whereabouts of this man. The five of us will go find him together to get back this thousand-year-old blood Ganoderma lucidum!"
As soon as the Fourth Protector finished speaking, a burst of laughter came from behind the eaves.
"No need to look for it, your Grandpa Fang is doing this. Don't you want the Thousand-Year Blood Ganoderma? I'll give it to you right now." Fang Yingnan said this and threw the Thousand-Year Blood Ganoderma towards the mud.
"Hurry and catch the Millennium Blood Ganoderma, the Ganoderma lucidum will melt when it encounters mud!" The Fourth Guardian exclaimed loudly, and they were already flying towards the Millennium Blood Ganoderma together with Yan Zhuo.
But no matter how high their Qinggong skills were, it was impossible to catch the Millennium Blood Ganoderma in the blink of an eye. The Fourth Protector and Yan Zhuo could only watch the two Millennium Blood Ganoderma strands blocked in the mud.
Fang Yingnan looked at Yan Zhuo's disappointed and helpless look, and laughed loudly: "Yan Zhuo has two days left, please go back and see your good brother for the last time."
After saying that, he used Eternal Sky again and disappeared from everyone's eyes like an arrow.
The Fourth Protector and Yan Zhuo looked at the Millennium Blood Ganoderma that had turned into mud, and they were both in a daze. The five of them stood there like wooden chickens, their eyes so hollow that they seemed to have had their three souls and six souls sucked out.
After a long time, the Fourth Protector finally spoke tremblingly.
"It's gone, it's gone, it's all gone, the national treasure of the Great Dan Kingdom is gone."
"With the Thousand-Year Blood Lingzhi gone, what's the use of staying here at Danxin Pavilion? It's better to commit suicide and reincarnate as soon as possible to avoid spreading the news and losing the face of the four of us."
"Mr. Yan, you've seen it too. It's not that we won't help you. We really can't help you this time. There are only these two strains of Blood Ganoderma in this thousand-year period. If they are gone, they are really gone."
Grandpa Xiang'er listened to what his brother said without saying a word. He just stood there quietly, thoughtfully.
Yan Zhuo listened to what the Fourth Protector said, feeling unwilling but helpless. He looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and felt that the moonlight was so cold that people couldn't help but tremble. A gust of wind blew gently, and it made people shiver.
Yan Zhuo couldn't help but feel weak at his feet, and almost collapsed to the ground.
"Xiao Mu, it's my eldest brother who can't help you."
After saying that, two lines of clear tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.
Xiang'er on the side looked at Yan Zhuo like this, and thought of Mu Yunfeng who only had two days left. His heart was in a knife's edge. When he looked up at the moon, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
The four guardians looked at Yan Zhuo, sighed in unison, and said: "Master Yan, we can't help you with this. We don't have the shame to hand over the secret book of "Hundred Refinements of Mysterious Light". It's better to return it to its original owner."
Yan Zhuo still stayed where he was, motionless and silent. He didn't hear what the four guardians said at all. At this moment, he only thought about his brother.
Compared with his brothers, what is the use of this secret book? What is the use of thousands of secret books?
"Brother Yan, there will always be a way. Let's rush to Yunmengze now. I, Fei Ge, will send a letter to my father to find a way." Xiang'er walked to Yan Zhuo and comforted softly.
Yan Zhuo raised his eyes and glanced at Xiang'er, and said feebly: "Well, Xiang'er, don't waste your efforts. I'll go to Yunmengze to see Xiao Mu one last time."
Xiang'er looked at the lifeless Yan Zhuo in front of him, his heart ached like a knife, and his huge tears could not stop splashing like a bursting dam.
Grandpa Xiang'er on the side looked at his granddaughter like this, sighed, took out a box made of jade from his arms, and said: "I still have a small piece of thousand-year-old blood Ganoderma lucidum, which I originally planned to leave to you.
What I used to save my life is now given to you."
With that said, Grandpa Xiang'er handed the jade box to Xiang'er and shouted at Yan Zhuo.
"Cheer up, kid. I don't care who your brother is, but if you dare to bully my granddaughter in the future, you have to ask me if I agree!"
