Fang Yun first slaughtered Qingjiang Commercial Bank, and then hanged Hua Qingniang in public. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The audience was silent.

Such a thunderous method has not been heard of for many years, and it can only appear during the period of confrontation between countries.

"You ......" Zong Ganyu's face turned blue with anger, he didn't expect that he had already warned him, but Fang Yun didn't listen to it, and didn't take him, the head of the sect, in his eyes at all.

Qingjun's eyes flashed with a crazy light, Hua Qingniang's words before she died had already made him speechless, and now that Hua Qingniang is dead, even if there are thousands of means, he can't clear the stigma.

Qingjun came to Jingguo to meet his old lover, but the old lover was all killed by Fang Yun.

Qingjun's gaze swept over the hundreds of corpses and landed on the women in the flower building, gritting his teeth and gurgling.

The Qingguo officials and the children of the Zong Lei family were cold, until this time, they suddenly woke up, this Fang Xusheng in front of them was never a pedantic Confucian disciple, but a mad monarch who had killed human traffickers in Ning'an County and was called the Demon King by the demon world, and some people even gave him the nickname "Fang Lao Mo".

Yi Zhishi looked at Fang Yun, his eyes wandered, his eyes seemed to be changing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Hua Jun danced with his hands and said loudly: "Good kill, good kill!

A smile appeared at the corner of Rutian Songshi's mouth, and he nodded slightly.

Jiang Hechuan sighed softly, as soon as the killing ring was opened, Fang Yun's future name would inevitably be affected.

Li Fanming and other Fang Yun's friends kept their eyes wide, and these talented young people were dumbfounded, they didn't expect Fang Yun to be so decisive.

This is the grandest literary meeting of the human race, and more than half of the scholars of the entire human race are gathered here, and this place is being watched by all the saints!

The autumn wind swept through the hanging corpse of Hua Qingniang, the long skirt swayed gently, and the white-soled embroidered shoes fell off her feet and fell to the ground, like a lonely grave.

At this moment, as if winter was coming, countless people shrunk their necks and trembled slightly.

Even the power of the temple could not dispel the chill in everyone's heart.

Fang Yun turned his head slowly, and his gaze fell on Ge Yiming's face.

The two looked at each other.

Ge Yiming took three steps back as if he had been hammered, his complexion changed, and finally he mustered up the courage to shout: "What do you see? Do you dare to kill me? I am Ge Wanwan's nephew, I am a Jinshi of the human race, and I am a goodwill guest of Qingguo! If you kill me, the two countries of Qingjing will definitely go to war! If you kill me, the Holy Court will definitely not let you go! If you kill me, you will become the enemy of all the scholars in the world! Scholars, there is a card to avoid death!"

Hearing Ge Yiming finish the last sentence, many scholars suddenly felt sad that the rabbit died and the fox died, since the first battle between the Two Realms Mountain, few people dared to kill scholars in the Shengyuan Continent, especially Jinshi. However, Fang Yun had already killed Ji Zhibai.

Qingjun held the jade seal in his hand, glared at Fang Yun angrily, and said: "Fang Yun Xiao'er, if you dare to kill my Qingguo goodwill pawn, my Qingguo will definitely break the tacit understanding of all countries after the first Battle of the Two Realms Mountain, mobilize the strength of the country, declare war with Jingguo, and declare you the enemy of Qingguo, and never die! Any scholar who can kill you outside the Shengyuan Continent will be directly crowned king in my Qingguo, hereditary replacement!"

Zong Ganyu squinted at Fang Yun and said slowly: "The old man announced that he will accept Ge Yiming as his righteous son today, and pass Yiming's youngest son to my son Wujing!"

Countless people were stunned, and even some great Confucians looked at Zong Ganyu in disbelief.

Ge Yiming looked at Zong Ganyu, was full of surprise, lifted his robe, knelt down facing Zong Ganyu, and said loudly: "Father-in-law is above, please bow to the child!" Ge Yiming said and knocked his head three times in a row.

Ge Million has been working hard in the shopping mall for decades, has experienced wind and rain, and the city government is very deep, but at this moment, he can't help but want to laugh.

Now Ge Yiming has become the righteous son of the Zong family, and one of his sons has passed to the Zong family, and the child will change his surname in the future, and from then on, on the genealogy of the Zong family, it is the real Zong family, and there is no difference from the normal Zong family.

With this relationship, the power of the Ge family will rise sharply, and there will no longer be powerful people who want to embezzle the property of the Ge family, which solves the problem that Ge Million is most worried about.

Ge Yiming is now the righteous son of Zong Ganyu, and he is not a member of the Zong family in terms of "law", but in terms of "reason", he will be regarded as a member of the Zong family.

"Get up, child. Zong Ganyu smiled kindly.

The rest of the clan sighed and accepted this fact.

This time, the Zonglei family and Qingguo teamed up to lose all the games, if even Ge Yiming died, it was no longer a matter of victory or defeat, it would greatly weaken the prestige of the Zong, Lei and Qingjun.

The Zong family can lose, but Ge Yiming, the vanguard of the opposing party's urgency, can't die.

If even Ge Yiming died, who would dare to act as a pawn for the Zong family, the Lei family and Qingjun in the future?

Zong Ganyu bought horse bones.

Ge Yiming let out a long sigh of relief, a shallow smile appeared on his face again, and then looked at Fang Yun without fear.

"Fang Xusheng, you and I might as well stop here, how about it?" Ge Yiming was calm and calm, and a smile of victory appeared on his face.

The scholars in Xiangzhou now hate and envy Ge Yiming, and at the same time have to admit that Ge Yiming is too shrewd.

Before, Ge Yiming kept coming out to provoke Fang Yun, but in fact, he was desperate, because his talent was limited and his family background was limited, if he couldn't get the full cultivation of the Zonglei family, he would stop at Hanlin at most.

Now, Ge Yiming has become Zong Ganyu's righteous son, and when he saw that Zong Sheng could even call himself his grandfather, his status had skyrocketed, and he didn't need to meet a big man at Fang Yun's level, so he immediately changed his attitude.

The Zong family is also willing to see Ge Yiming like this, and now, as long as Ge Yiming is alive, the Zong family will not be defeated.

"If you stop, what are the Chinese people who have been oppressed by the Qingjiang Commercial Bank? What are the Jingguo scholars who have been bullied by you? What are the Jingguo who have been betrayed by you? What am I who have been slandered by you and even want to get rid of them! You, damn it!"

After Fang Yun finished speaking, a golden light flashed.

"Stop!"

Zong Ganyu roared angrily, and a bright moon appeared behind his head, cold and bright, and silver light sprinkled all over the world.

I saw that the talent around him exploded, the vitality of heaven and earth was agitated, the powerful power of the mandate of heaven overflowed, the light in his mouth was bright, and a powerful ancient sword flew out, and everywhere he passed, the wind and rain were blowing together.

At the same time, an inexplicable force rose from him, coercing all directions and becoming independent of the world.

However, before Zong Ganyu's power could be released, the power of the holy temple descended, dispersing Zong Ganyu's power and banning Zong Ganyu's Wengong Wengong.

There were many people who intervened to block Fang Yun, but all of them, like Zong Ganyu, were sealed by the holy temple.

"You can't ......"

With a flash of golden light, Ge Yiming's head flew backwards, and the blood from the broken neck rushed to the sky, sizzling.

Ge Yiming's head rolled a few times, and his eyes, which couldn't be blinded, were facing Hua Qingniang's embroidered shoes.

Fang Yun withdrew the True Dragon Ancient Sword and calmly looked down at the millions of guests.

Like the lord of a nation, he looks down on his subjects.

. (To be continued.) )