"Since it's in the Great Wall, it's good if you call me Guihua," Hearing Li Ji's words, the Xirong boy who claimed to be pure in the night squinted and smiled. He spoke in a strange Chinese accent but spoke quite fluently, and said with a smile, "Otherwise, I'm sorry for the name that the Central Plains people gave me." ”

The people around the ceremony looked even worse. They put him in just a few days, okay?

The names of the other princes were all chosen by themselves after the royal families elected them, but this Ghost Huajun was called by the people in the Great Wall.

Ghost Hua Ghost Hua, a twelve-year-old child kills his brother and uncle, isn't it a devil!

However, how could the people of the Six Kingdoms ever think that this King Zhai actually recognized this name, and went to Nanchu uninvited three years ago to meet other princes, and now he swaggered to Dongwu to participate in the middle-level ceremony, this person really thinks that he is a ghost, and no one can help him?

"Ghost Hua? Okay, I remember. The hearts of the surrounding cultivators were turbulent, but Li Ji's expression was still calm, "What do you have to do with Ghost Huajun?" ”

"...... you," Chun Yuye squinted his eyes at him, "It seems that Zhaohuajun is not afraid of the Xirong people?" ”

"It's you who should be afraid," Li Ji said lightly, "As long as Dongwu is interested, he can leave all of you behind." ”

This stay naturally has a different meaning.

"The Central Plains said that the two countries are at war, and they don't kill them," Chun Yuye sneered and said stiffly, "I don't know if the soft-footed shrimp in the Central Plains have the guts." ”

As soon as he said this, the faces of the surrounding cultivators suddenly became indignant, and there was a commotion in the ranks, and some young people wanted to rush forward with red faces, but they were stopped by the elders in the team.

Ying Baoyue looked at the provocative Xirong young man in front of Li Ji, and the fingers under his sleeve moved slightly.

For some reason, looking at this ghost Huajun, she always felt that something was wrong.

"Whether you have the guts or not, this is an account that Dongwu will have to settle with Xirong in the future," Li Ji glanced at the injured Dongwu officials and forbidden soldiers behind Xirong, his eyes were as bright as ice, "Now we are busy with the festival, you are in the way, get out of the way." ”

Ying Baoyue noticed that Li Ji's gaze paused in Xirong's team, and his expression changed for the first time.

The position he was looking at was Helian Yan's position.

"In the way?" Chun Yuye snorted coldly, "We are also here to participate in the mid-level ceremony, such a big festival, why didn't anyone invite us?" ”

Hearing this person's speech, the surrounding cultivators couldn't help but scold.

It's too late to hide, who will invite the Xijon people when they are full?

"This is a festival held by our Dongwu, and it is up to Dongwu to decide who to invite," Li Ji said lightly, "If you invite you, you will be a guest, and if you are uninvited, you will be an enemy." ”

There is no wind in the mountains and forests, and the young man holding the giant gate is like a city wall, standing in front of the altar.

Everyone looked at this scene and their hearts sank.

Li Ji glanced at the black box on the altar, "Do the Xirong people want to fight with Dongwu in front of the Taizu Codex?" ”

Looking at the black box on the altar, the tall boy narrowed his eyes. The reason why he provoked Li Ji before was that he found that this Eastern Wu Zhaohua Jun was not as high as the intelligence said, and he was a little impulsive for a while.

The order he received before was not to act rashly before seeing the Taizu Codex, Dongwu has kept the Taizu Codex for many years, and I don't know how many secrets are hidden in those black boxes, this Dongwu man is so confident in speaking, I don't know what he wants to do.

"I just wanted to come and have a good time," the Xirong boy sneered, "Our Xirong participation in the middle-level ceremony was agreed by the King of Eastern Wu, but I didn't expect that Dongwu didn't even leave us a place at the Great Imperial Conference." ”

Li Ji's eyes were bright, and he could feel the cold and angry eyes of Zhao Duren behind him.

Previously, under the pressure of the Xirong soldiers under the Great Wall of Eternal Night and the unwillingness of the Northern Wei Dynasty to resist alone, Zhao Duren issued a letter of state and agreed to Xirong's request to participate in the middle rank.

But Li Ji didn't have to think about it to know that even if he was forced to reluctantly agree to Xirong's participation, Zhao Dui would never invite Xirong people to participate in the court.

Who knows what this group of lunatics will do to the Taizu Codex?

The Taizu Codex is related to the growth of young cultivators in the mainland, and Zhao Duren definitely does not want to use it to help the Xirong people increase their strength and become this sinner for the ages.

But they obviously underestimated the madness of the Xirong people, and now that this group of people has hit the mountain, it is no longer acceptable for the Dongwu people not to receive them.

"Since you want to participate in the Great Imperial Meeting, then please do it," feeling that Zhao Duren nodded to him behind him, Li Ji looked at Chun Yuye and pointed behind them with his sword.

"What do you mean by Zhao Huajun?" Chun Yu Ye eyes are dangerous.

"According to the rules, cultivators who have not participated in the Beginner Grand Ceremony want to participate in the Great Dynasty Meeting, and they must stand at the end." Li Ji said lightly, "If you don't follow the rules set by that emperor, the scripture slave will not open the black box of Taizu's Codex." ”

Chun Yuye's pupils contracted, and he looked at the altar suddenly, and everyone followed his gaze, only to find that such a big thing had happened, but the group of black-clothed old men at the top of the altar didn't even raise their eyelids, and they just stared at the black box on the altar from beginning to end, as if they were looking at some peerless treasure.

Ying Baoyue took a deep breath, and sighed in her heart that Li Ji was really good at handling the Xirong people.

Xijon people are barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, but the slaves who keep the scriptures do not belong to any country now, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are robots guarding the codex.

What is the dispute between Xirong and Dongwu in the world, this group of people doesn't care about anything, only those boxes.

But in other words, if someone touched those codexes, even if only one corner was broken, the group of scripture guards would not hesitate to fight that person.

Even the Xijon people who lived outside the Great Wall of Eternal Night had heard of the great name of the Scripture Keeper, and looking at the group of black-clothed people who looked like wood on the altar, Chun Yuye's eyes were cold.

He naturally knew that it was useless to be hard on the slaves who kept the scriptures, but thinking that this damn Dongwu man actually threatened Xirong to stand at the end, the arrogant young man couldn't control his emotions for a while, and stared at Li Ji fiercely, "You ......"

"King Zhai, since Zhaohuajun has said so, let's go to the back and wait to see a good show," at this time, a young man's cold voice sounded behind him.

Ying Baoyue clearly saw that the young man who called himself Ghost Hua heard this voice, and his pupils contracted for a moment.

She looked in the direction from which the voice came, and saw the blue eyes again.

Ying hugged the moon's heart tightened.

It's him.

"This ......" Chun Yuye, who was standing at the front, froze, and the next moment he slowly turned around like a marionette.

"King Zhai?" The other Xijon people looked puzzled.

"Since He...... Helian said so, let's see what tricks this group of Dongwu people can come up with. ”

After saying that, the Xijon people actually retreated like a tide under the leadership of Chun Yuye.

Seeing this scene, Ji Jiashu's eyes condensed slightly.

"The ceremony continues." Li Ji was not surprised by this development, and waved his hand to announce the continuation of the festival.

The ceremonial officer stepped forward to clean up the chairs that had been knocked crooked by the Xirong people, and the ceremony went smoothly, and all the cultivators rushed in and sat down one after another under the guidance of Li Ji.

Next, after the recitation of the sacrificial words of the king of Dongwu and the national teacher Dongfang Yi, it was time for the practitioners to go to the stage one by one to worship the Taizu Codex.

Ji Jiashu's position was next to Ying Baoyue, he listened absentmindedly to the solemn sacrifice words above, and looked at the Xirong people who were honestly sitting behind him with a somewhat restless expression, and at this moment, the voice of Ying Baoyue suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Katsuki, I have something I want to ask you."

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the girl beside him with some surprise, "You say." ”

Ying Baoyue stared into his eyes and whispered, "I heard that you met this Ghost Huajun in Xirong three years ago, can you describe to me the appearance of that person you saw?" ”