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"Yang Kun"
"Your Highness"
The faces of Master Huihai Sword Master and the others all changed, and they rushed forward to help Yang Kun who had passed out.
None of them thought that Yang Kun would vomit blood because of Xiao Yisheng's anger. Sword Master Huihai stared at Xiao Yi angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "Xiao Yi, you are too deceitful!"
Yang Kun is not only a master disciple of Tianjianzong, but also the eldest prince.
All the time.
With the support of Tianjianzong, Yang Kun's calls for winning the crown prince are also getting louder and louder. He originally thought that Yang Kun could win the crown prince in one fell swoop by taking advantage of this ancestor worship ceremony. But now, from the battle of the head incense, to the literary festival, and now
Yang Kun was completely crushed by Xiao Yi and fell into a disadvantage.
Now among the officials, many people are already disappointed with Yang Kun's performance.
On the other hand, Yang Ling
He didn't need to make a move at all, he was escorted by Xiao Yi, and won many battles.
The momentum is rising steadily!
If this continues, I'm afraid this ancestor worship ceremony will become a performance for Yang Ling to harvest his supporters.
"Too much deceit? From the beginning to the end, did I, Xiao Yi, take the initiative to provoke and cause trouble? You have always been the ones who tell the story and find fault with each other like clowns."
Xiao Yi sneered, his contemptuous eyes flicked over Yang Kun, and he said lightly, "What's more, I am only at the Dao Tribulation Realm, but he has already entered Nirvana, but he doesn't even have the courage to fight against me. I will bully him by waiting for trash, so what can you do to me?"
Xiao Yi's words are heartbreaking every word!
A group of courtiers around, as well as powerful men from all sides, all nodded secretly: "Xiao Yi is right, but such a heart is not suitable for that position!"
"As an imposing prince, he doesn't even have this responsibility. If he becomes the prince, this general will be the first to refuse"
"too poor!"
Huihai Sword Master: ""
Yang Kun, who just woke up leisurely, spat out a mouthful of blood again: ""
"enough!"
Emperor Qian couldn't stand it any longer, and with a trace of disgust in his disappointment, he glanced at Yang Kun's body. He has many princes under his knees, but only Yang Kun and Yang Ling were recalled in this ancestor worship ceremony, in order to select a candidate for the prince.
Before that, Yang Kun's voice was naturally higher.
Now Yang Ling has a faint tendency to catch up from behind.
Emperor Qian himself is also extremely contradictory. Yang Kun is backed by Tianjianzong and Wushuang Warlord. It stands to reason that if he succeeds to the crown prince, his rule over the Dagan Dynasty will be more stable. But Yang Ling was his most beloved son, and he was also the candidate for the crown prince in his mind.
Huh!
Emperor Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and simply stopped being entangled, and said lightly: "Xiao Yi, I heard that you have a disciple under your command who is carrying the Holy Physique of Dou Zhan, so let him appear first!"
Xiao Yi squinted his eyes.
Ye Heng's Dou Zhan Saint Physique is true, but his cultivation is only at the fifth level of the Golden Core Realm.
If Ye Heng played at the beginning, after a long battle, he must be unable to catch up and lose the battle.
Emperor Qian hit the top bird with a gun, implying that Xiao Yi should not be too high-profile!
Xiao Yi looked at Ye Heng who was in the crowd, and said lightly: "Since His Majesty has ordered, Ye Heng, you can go on stage!"
"yes!"
Ye Heng jumped up, jumped high, and then landed on the altar.
A burly body and a vigorous figure.
The muscles of the whole body are like lead weights, supported by the clothes, making the whole body look extraordinarily strong, like a steel god of war. Especially the black epee behind him gave people a dull and oppressive feeling.
Fighting the Holy Body, living for fighting, crazy for winning!
The fighting spirit is like fire, burning blazingly.
"Fight against the Eucharist? I've wanted to challenge you for a long time, so I'll meet you first!"
A figure jumped up. This person was dressed in military uniform, with a sword on his waist, and a chilling aura between his brows. He clasped his fists at Ye Heng and said, "I am the Blood Knife Guard Blood Eleven under the command of Wushuang War King, please enlighten me!"
"Um!"
Ye Heng just nodded, his pagoda-like body remained motionless.
Rang Xueshi frowned, and snorted coldly: "How dare you underestimate me so much? Die to me!"
Swish!
His figure was like the wind, and blood-colored afterimages flashed one after another on the altar. The speed of his movement was astonishing, causing bursts of exclamation: "Such a fast movement, worthy of being the elite of the blood knife guard!"
"With such a body style, it is not as good as an ordinary Jindan peak!"
"Ye Heng is in danger!"
Amidst bursts of exclamation, Jin Feiyan sneered and said with disdain: "A bunch of idiots, my senior brother can take care of such things with a single punch, so how can there be any danger?"
"A punch?"
"What are you kidding? That's the blood knife guard"
The voice just fell.
A muffled bang interrupted everyone's thoughts, and all eyes fell on the altar, only to see Blood Eleven flying upside down like a kite with a broken string. From the center of the altar, it flew out of the altar.
Boom!
With a muffled sound, Blood Eleven hit the ground so hard that his entire face was sunken.
Already out of breath.
Hiss!
For a while, there was a gasp, and everyone looked at Ye Heng who was slowly closing his fists on the ring with a look of astonishment on their faces: "Just, what happened just now? Blood Eleven is so advanced, How could he be defeated so easily?"
"a bunch of idiots!"
Jin Feiyan looked at everyone with contempt, and said lightly, "No matter how strong Blood Eleven is, how is he better than me?"
Everyone was stunned.
What is Jin Feiyan's speed?
That is the winner of the first incense contest!
Jin Feiyan said proudly: "My body skills are all taught by the master, and I am just a registered disciple of the master. The senior brother is a personal disciple, and even my body skills are so powerful. Do you think my senior brother's body skills are so powerful? Will it be bad?"
""
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.
Until then
It was only then that they remembered that no matter whether it was Jin Feiyan or Ye Heng, they were all Xiao Yi's apprentices!
Xiao Yi was able to teach such a disciple as Jin Feiyan with superb physical skills. As his personal disciple, how could Ye Heng not have a way to deal with advanced physical skills? For a moment, everyone looked at Xiao Yi with a little more awe and reverence.
"Hmph, so what if I won Xiao Yi's true biography? I just don't believe that an abandoned son who no one wants can compare to my thousand-year inheritance of Zhenwu Hall"
Swish!
Amidst the sound of breaking through the air, a graceful figure walked through the air and landed on the altar.
This person was dressed in the costume of a disciple of Zhenwu Hall, held a long sword, looked at Ye Heng expressionlessly, hooked his hands, and said provocatively: "I am Guang Ang, a disciple of Zhenwu Hall, dare to fight?"
"Guang Ang of the Zhenwu Palace? This is a master of the sixth level of the Golden Core Realm. He has won the true inheritance of the Zhenwu Palace. He is more proficient in Zhenwu Sword Art than most of the Dao Tribulation Realm disciples. This is much better than the Blood Eleven!"
"This time Ye Heng really met his opponent!" Everyone discussed.
Ye Heng said: "You, say that my master is an abandoned child that no one wants?"
"Isn't it? He's just a waste abandoned by the Xiao family"
Guang Ang's voice was suddenly interrupted by Ye Heng's low growl, and the light in Ye Heng's eyes bloomed, and his voice exploded like the roar of a war drum: "No matter who you are, if you dare to insult my master, only A dead end!" (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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