The long wind is faint.

On the white marble avenue of the Taiyin School Palace, the swagger palace and Zichu are the three of them, walking in front, and the lay palace is in the back.

Everyone crossed the Qushui Bridge and walked towards Zixiao Palace, which was considered taboo to everyone on weekdays.

Looking from afar, Zixiao Palace stands in the distance, and there is this palace, covering the heavens and the earth.

The power of brilliance, so it is.

Huangshi's long-sleeved gorgeous suit, walking beside Han Fei, looking at the palace gate from afar, looked sideways at Han Fei and asked:

"High?"

"High ...... High. ”

Han Fei replied stumblingly.

"The immortals descended from the road to the world, and there is such a dangerous building that is a hundred feet high, but I don't know what the heavenly people in the building look like. ”

Huang Shi shook his head, turned his back on his hand, and walked into the distance, and as he walked, he let out a burst of self-muttering: "Immortal, national player, how is the overall situation, how is the chess holder?"

Han Fei frowned, the person in front of him was strangely tight.

It seems to be thin, but in fact, it is empty-eyed.

It seems that in this Taiyin School Palace, except for the immortal who has never shown up, he can't look down on anyone.

Who is he, and what family is he?

What are you here for?

Han Fei couldn't figure it out, so he had to shake his head and keep up with everyone.

Li Si, who was walking in the front, slowly spoke at this time:

"Master, what do immortals talk about the Tao?"

Xunzi, who was already white-haired, shook his head gently.

"I don't know. ”

"That?"

"See the move. ”

Xun Guo looked at the palace tower in the distance and strode away.

He talked about the aisles with the princes and generals, but he didn't discuss the aisles with the immortals.

Today, too, I have made a move!

Behind the Zhaoyao Palace, everyone's clothing is obviously a little more downtrodden than the Zhaoyao Palace, and the number of people is much more.

In the flow of people, there are six people with swords and fifteen people with swords, all of whom are good hands in the world.

Several of them looked at the palace tower in the distance, and in their pupils, there was no light in the dark.

On the contrary, the blade in his hand was in his hand, and the green tendons were bursting out.

The distance of hundreds of zhang is just a snap of time.

Zi Chu, Lü Buwei, Gang Chengjun, Cai Ze, Huang Shi, Xunzi and others were at the forefront.

They strode up the stone staircase of white marble and went all the way to Zixiao Palace.

But after everyone walked into Zixiao Palace, they saw three young men in fancy clothes sitting in Zixiao Palace, and the two stone statues on everyone's side were sitting on the sides of the three teenagers.

"Now that you are here, please take a seat, and the discussion will begin. ”

In the tall and gorgeous palace, Zhao Zheng turned his back to everyone and said lightly.

Chang Wei made a gesture of please when he heard this, and everyone slowly moved forward and sat down on the seats on the side of the glazed tile platform.

Li Si's eyes were always focused on Zhao Zheng, who was sitting in the center of everyone.

It is rumored that the Spring and Autumn Immortals of Qin have only one apprentice, and that is the eldest son of Chu, the son of the prince of Qin, Zhao Zheng.

Those two young men were the gatekeepers of that day, and the young man in the middle should be the disciple of Mr. Chunqiu.

"Zhao Zheng?"

Li Si whispered softly.

Whether he can use the emperor's art he has learned depends on this one.

The ambition of man is only thirty or fifty years.

Let's see if you can make the right bet!

After everyone in the Zhaoyao Palace sat down, the people of the Jushi Palace entered the Zixiao Palace, and after the people in the Zhaoyao Palace, Chang Wei walked to Zhao Zheng's side and bowed:

"The king's grandson, the guests are all here. ”

"So, let's get started!"

Zhao Zheng, who was dressed in black clothes, slowly stood up.

Xuanniao, Qin's totem also.

Born a bird, descended to give birth to business, Qin's distant ancestor Feilian totem is the head of the bird and the body of the deer.

At this time, Zhao Zheng, who was wearing a totem, exuded a faint majesty and looked at all directions.

"Start?"

Whether it was Zi Chu and the three of them, or the entire Daoist people, they were all shocked.

If the immortals don't come, how can they start?

Before the people in the front row of the Swagger Palace could speak, a burly man from the Lay Palace sitting in the back seat asked:

"Dare to ask Wang Sun, where are the Spring and Autumn Immortals?"

Zhao Zheng smiled, he put one hand on the long sword, strode onto the glass platform, and turned to look at everyone.

"Teacher, how can it be so easy to see?"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Huang Shi sat in the front seat, propped his face with his elbows, and laughed.

"Interesting. ”

"Is this the first move?"

Huang Shi gently pulled a roll of bamboo slips and laid them flat on the table.

And Zhao Zheng slowly spoke: "Today's discussion, I and the princes, defeat me, the princes can discuss the Tao with the master today." ”

"But if you can't be defeated, tomorrow when the master preaches, you will be able to see the master. ”

Zhao Zheng's voice was very soft, neither humble nor arrogant.

There is a kind of majesty of its own.

"So Mr. Chunqiu doesn't look down on us?"

The man scoffed.

"My teacher doesn't talk to people who are busy, Zhao Zheng argues with Zhugong on behalf of the teacher, and if he wins, he can naturally see his master. ”

Zhao Zheng held the sword at his side, and looked at the visitor lightly:

"If you can't do your job, you can't blame others. ”

"Good!"

The burly man laughed and said:

"I see Wang Sun holding a sword, and I only have a sword in my hand, can Wang Sun dare to talk to me?"

The man held the long sword in his hand, stood up, and said in a loud voice.

Huangshi didn't look back, and waved his pen.

"The spoiler is coming!"

I saw that four words were gently written on the bamboo slips: no fight.

"This is the general trend!"

Huang Shi's smiling eyes seemed to see through everything, but he didn't seem to see through anything.

"Today, Zhao Zheng said on behalf of the teacher, all the people in the palace can talk about it. ”

Zhao Zheng gently held the hilt of the sword in his hand and said softly:

"On the sword, naturally dare!"

He then paused and said:

"But one person, one theory, it's too slow, all those who are interested in swordsmanship, let's go together!"

"Is Wang Sun's words true?"

A man holding a blade stood up, as if the killing machine had already been wrapped around the Taiyin Academy.

The only bond between Mr. Chunqiu and Qin is Zhao Zheng.

If Zhao Zheng dies, some connections will not be so close.

"Naturally, take it seriously!"

Zhao Zheng looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand and grinded it gently.

The man who spoke first lightly took out three inches of his long sword, as if he had something to say:

"Wang Sun, the blade has no eyes, and the weapon of killing is also, and it hurts the son, the son is not to blame. ”

Zhao Zheng smiled.

"If you have this ability, Zhao Zheng is willing to accept it. ”

"Please!"

Zhao Zheng waved his hand lightly and made a gesture of please.

Nine people carried long swords and stepped onto the glass platform.

"This ...... Is Zheng'er reckless?"

Zichu was a little panicked in the audience.

Lu Buwei gently pulled Zichu's sleeve.

"Childe, don't worry!"

"We know, don't you know Mr. Chunqiu?"

"Don't you see the two Montessori sons, and their faces haven't changed?"

Hearing this, Zi Chu looked towards the Mengshi brothers, but saw that the Mengshi brothers' faces were as usual and did not change in the slightest.

Lu Buwei said softly:

"Let's see! Wang Sun has learned under the immortal sect, and today he can get a glimpse of the leopard. ”

On the high platform, the young man stood with a sword.

On the opposite side were nine sword-wielding men, with deep calluses on the valley of their hands, and a faint murderous aura on their bodies.

The swordsman, the ritual weapon worships the human god.

But for these people, swordsmen, murderers.

"Everyone, please!"

Under Zhao Zhengda's sleeves, he gently pulled out his long sword.

"Zheng, hurry!"