The huge noon gate execution ground was lonely and empty, but under the scorching sun, there was an invisible cold atmosphere.

Once ordinary people get close, they will have chills down their spines, like walking in a mass graveyard.

This is the largest execution ground in Yujing City, tens of thousands of years through the ages, I don't know how many people have been killed, and how many souls have been condensed.

On the execution platform, a young man in green clothes and linen, his eyes slightly closed, his hair dancing wildly in the wind, and the whole person stood like a statue with a sword.

Let the wind and sun, let the sun set and the moon rise, he will not move, steady as a rock!

And beside him, a girl in white sat weakly, her face was pale, and her eyes were blank.

Around the girl in white, sword marks, several inches deep, were like an invisible prison, completely encircling her.

Although there were no chains, no shackles, and no prisons.

However, anyone can see that once the girl in white tries to take half a step, the fierce sword will inevitably be cut down.

Soon, a shocking and astonishing news spread rapidly throughout the Yujing City.

When he entered the Ten Thousand Swords Pool, Tang Pengfei, a hero of the Tang family who cultivated swordsmanship, came back, and came back with a powerful and unpredictable kendo cultivation.

Moreover, as soon as he came back, he took away the daughter of the soldier and released the word that three days later, on the noon gate execution ground, he would make an appointment to fight this year's civil and military double-lifter.

It stands to reason that such a roaring news will definitely alarm the imperial court.

However, to everyone's surprise, the court was dead silent and silent.

It was as if they had made an appointment in private, neither Jing Zhaoyin nor the Imperial City Forbidden Army made any moves.

On the contrary, there was an elite division, hundreds or thousands of soldiers, fully armed, who firmly surrounded the entire Wumen execution ground.

But they only surrounded, but never tried to save the girl in white.

Everyone knows that this is the Tang family putting pressure on them.

As long as the Tang family doesn't nod, no one dares to make a move on Tang Pengfei!

Even, this battle, on a certain level, has already received the tacit approval of the imperial court.

As soon as the news came out, the martial arts world of Yujing, along with the martial arts circles of the surrounding six provinces, were shaken.

One is a Yingjie from the Tang family, a kendo genius who learned from Wanjian Chi, and was forcibly robbed of his fiancée, and now he has returned from the sword, forcing the other party to fight in a domineering manner.

And the other is a rare young person this year, only eighteen years old, with a "Yuntian Palace Fu", famous in the capital, even the emperor has a royal pen hand-picked, becoming a once in ten years of civil and military double lifting.

It's a battle to the death, and once you do it, it's hard to be good.

After all, for both parties, it is almost a hatred of taking away their wives, and they don't share the sky!

It's about their reputation, but also about the glory and status of the family.

......

In the mansion of the Tang Mansion.

Tang Yingde's face was ugly, his right hand was clenched, and his palms were already sweating slightly.

"Father, do you really want Peng Fei and that Yi Chen to fight to the death in public? In case, I mean, if Peng Fei is defeated, what should we do then?"

Tang Pengfei is his son after all, his own son.

Even if the relationship has been estranged in the past few years, the two have become more and more indifferent, and they can't even see each other a few times throughout the year.

However, it was also his own son!

"Invincible, hehe, Yingde, you still underestimate your son too much. Tang Hongtai rubbed his beard and laughed.

"What he worshiped was the Ten Thousand Swords Pool, and the master he learned from was a dignified sword sage, invincible, and one person could defeat thousands of troops. ”

"Wuju people, hehe, don't say what kind of martial arts people are, even if it is a martial champion, it may not be the enemy of Pengfei now!"

"But ......" Tang Yingde still had concerns.

Tang Hongtai clapped his hands, and the crisp applause was particularly obvious in the silent late night.

Swish!

A figure appeared like a ghost, revealing in front of Tang Yingde.

He was dressed in a sackcloth robe, with a tin rod in his hand, and his body was as thin as wood, but it exuded an almost metallic luster, as if his body was plated with a layer of brass.

"Amitabha, the old monk has seen Tang Ge Lao, and he has seen Tang Shangshu!" Zen Master Deadwood clasped his hands together and said lightly.

"Father, what are you ......" Tang Yingde was a little stunned.

The dead wood Zen master is a well-known monk in the capital, the host of the Hanshan Temple, highly respected, and Zen is as deep as the sea.

Moreover, he has been practicing martial arts for many years, and as early as more than 20 years ago, he has already achieved internal strength and is a well-known martial arts master.

"On the day of the decisive battle, Zen Master Deadwood will also be present. If there is really any case, the Zen master will naturally take action himself. Tang Hongtai smiled and asked rhetorically, "Mo Fei, can't you even trust the Deadwood Zen Master?"

"Trustworthy, trustworthy! With the strength and status of the Zen Master of Dead Wood, I can naturally be trusted. Zen master, when the time comes, the official will rely on you a lot. ”

Tang Yingde hurriedly said.

Deadwood Zen Master is a long-established martial arts master, and his strength is even higher than Chen Kun, the martial arts dean of Yunshan Academy, and Lu Shen, the head of the forbidden army.

No matter what kind of grandmaster-level powerhouse is, when he arrives in front of the Deadwood Zen Master, he has to respectfully call "senior".

What is the Gap?

That's the gap!

Yi Chen is just a martial arts person, and he didn't even participate in the martial arts assessment, he was a martial artist who was handpicked by the emperor by relying on that article.

In the final analysis, in terms of martial arts strength, he is even likely to not reach the level of a real martial artist, let alone be compared to an old grandmaster like Zen Master Deadwood.

"Tang Ge Lao, Tang Shangshu, please rest assured. The old monk is quite favored by the Tang family on weekdays, so he will naturally keep this matter in mind, and he will never let Ling Gongzi make any mistakes!"

Zen Master Deadwood said in a respectful tone.

Even if they are monks, they have to eat, drink, and have food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.

What's more, he is also the presiding officer of Hanshan Temple, how many silver taels does the entire temple need every day?

And the Tang family in Yujing, the two court officials in front of him are the biggest financiers behind the scenes of Hanshan Temple, and they don't know how much sesame oil money they donate every year.

Besides, what the Tang family wants is just to save the son of the Tang family at a critical moment.

The opponent is just an ignorant boy who is only eighteen years old this year, and this kind of thing is just a gesture of effort, and it is nothing at all.

"Well, with the words of the Dead Wood Zen Master, the official is relieved. Tang Yingde nodded with satisfaction.

"Come on, arrange the best room, prepare a table of the best food, and don't let the Zen master be wronged. In addition, I will send someone to Hanshan Temple tomorrow, and I will personally serve the third young master with nine pillars of incense!"

Tang Yingde ordered loudly.

"Tang Shangshu is polite, Tang Shangshu is polite!" Zen Master Deadwood hurriedly folded his hands and thanked him again and again.