When it comes to Yuan Jinxi, this group of Jianghu people is indeed at a loss.

The rivers and lakes and the court have a tacit agreement, that is, the well water does not interfere with the river water, and the rivers and lakes are respected by the court, but the court will also let the rivers and lakes divide into three.

Yuan Jinxi's actions broke this harmonious agreement.

"Dare to ask the donor's name?" The angry monk next to the old abbot stood up and asked, their monk was not from the rivers and lakes, and he was comfortable asking.

The male protagonist was holding Ning Xiaohui, staring at the monk coldly, and said in a bad voice: "The head of the Governor of the Sect Army in the capital, Chen Zehui." ”

The Jingcheng Sect Army is a team of 30,000 troops, and it is rumored that Chen Zehui is the second best in the world.

As for the day first, there is none.

Chen Zehui called the second, and no one dared to call the first.

As soon as this name came out, the expressions of this group of Jianghu people loosened again.

The identity can't be suppressed, and if you can't fight and fight, then you can only coax.

"Even if you have a holy decree, you have to let us end the martial arts conference and elect the real martial arts alliance leader, so that we can cooperate with you well." The master of the martial alliance glanced at the incense of about a cup of tea, if this short time passed, his daughter would be the new leader of the alliance.

"I want you to not be able to choose any bullshit martial arts alliance leader today!" Chen Zehui was holding Ning Xiaohui in his arms, looking at the wounds on her body like a knife, and only glaring at Wu Ling'er on the stage with vicious eyes.

It's all this eventful woman, if it weren't for this woman, how could Ning Xiaohui be hurt?

Wu Ling'er was furious by this kind of gaze, but she was not intimidated, she was now the future leader of the martial arts alliance, as long as she raised her arms and shouted, thousands of heroes in the rivers and lakes would all be obedient.

She is not reconciled!

"This benefactor, the enmity with Wulin should not be settled." The old abbot stood up again, and his smile was kind.

Chen Zehui's eyes had begun to glow faintly red, and he looked up to the sky and roared: "You hurt Xiaohui, what martial arts do you expect?" ”

No matter how powerful the martial arts are, there are only dozens of masters, but today there are tens of thousands of troops besieging them.

The audience in the live broadcast room was disturbed by this roar.

Eleven (red): Yes, yes, this voice is okay.

The wood is finally no longer a scumbag (red): Oh, this little brother is quite a dick, who is he?

Nothing (Orange): Flower Protector?

Ice cream into essence (orange): Seeing that he is so good to the female protagonist, he will not also be the male protagonist.

Ansu glanced at the direction of the camera in the live broadcast room, evoking a knowing smile.

That's right, it is.

The audience in the live broadcast room got Ansu's hint and chatted even happier.

However, Ansu gently pulled his clothes twice and walked down from the high platform.

Wu Ling'er who paid the most attention to Ansu's movements, and when he saw that Ansu was about to leave, the alarm bell rang: "Are you going to run away?" ”

Ansu didn't have a chance at all, Wu Ling'er, this little girl was a little too naïve, cute or cute, but it wasn't suitable for fun.

Chen Zehui's eyes signaled to the teaching army under his command, and let the teaching army block the direction of the exit of the martial arts conference.

Ansu glanced at the exit lightly, didn't pay attention to it at all, and walked straight to his own.

"Where are you going?" Chen Zehui asked coldly.

An Su didn't speak, and walked towards Chen Zehui step by step.

"You're going to hurt Xiaohui?" Chen Zehui squinted his already red eyes, and looked at Ansu with the same eyes as he looked at the enemy.

"No, I have something I want to ask Ning Xiaohui."

"Stand here and say whatever you want." Chen Zehui raised the heavy sword in his hand and stared at Ansu with an unkind gaze.

It is rumored that the princess of the enemy country has extraordinary martial arts, and it is indeed not easy to deal with.

Although I don't believe that Yuwen Yuhui can be more powerful than himself, but now that Ning Xiaohui is in his arms, if Yuwen Yuyu wants to be unfavorable to Ning Xiaohui, it will not be good.

"What about Qin Zhengyan?" Ansu is not in the mood to wade into the troubled waters between the court and the rivers and lakes, as long as the sugar gourd is fine, everything is easy to say.

Ning Xiaohui gritted her teeth and pretended to be dead in Chen Zehui's arms.

Of course, Ansu could know at a glance that Ning Xiaohui could actually speak, so her action annoyed Ansu.

With a slight movement of his hand, the Great Demon King's knife came from outside the sky.

But it feels like it came from the ring, and others don't know when there is an extra knife like this in the ring, but the situation is grim, and they can't think about it.

I saw that the knife in An Su's hand was pointed straight at Ning Xiaohui, and even his clothes and hair were forced to fly by internal forces, and he had the momentum of trying to block and kill the gods.

Chen Zehui directly held the knife in his hand and hugged the beauty in his arms, "Does the princess want to go against the court?" ”

"I'm just trying to find my people."

After hearing this, Chen Zehui glanced at Ning Xiaohui who was pretending to faint in his arms, he didn't know what the relationship between Yuwen Yuyu and Qin Zhengyan was, and he didn't know what Ning Xiaohui did to Qin Zhengyan.

He vaguely felt that Ning Xiaohui was a little inappropriate for the son of the Yipin Junhou like this, but he believed that Ning Xiaohui had other hidden feelings.

Suddenly, Wu Ling'er on the stage spoke: "I know where Qin Zhengyan is, as long as you decide with me, I will let him come to see you." ”

"You?" Ansu raised his eyes and looked at the stage, his tone very disdainful.

"You come up, you and I will decide the winner." Wu Ling'er swallowed a mouthful of saliva forcefully and said stubbornly.

Yuwen Yuyu is too strong, and she has to prove that she is stronger.

"If you have half a cup of tea, you will be the real leader of the Martial Arts Alliance." An Su smiled, but his eyes were slightly cold: "Don't you want to be the leader of this martial arts alliance so much?" ”

"Me! It will definitely be the last martial arts alliance leader. ”

"Then you just stand on the stage honestly and don't provoke me." An Su was really not interested in the master of the Martial Arts Alliance, otherwise Wu Ling'er would have provoked An Su again and again, and would have gone up and cut her down a long time ago.

"Can you beat me and talk about it, don't say such a big thing yet." Wu Ling'er's heart was crossed, anyway, there was only a little bit of incense, "If you don't come up, I will cut your Qin Gongzi when I go back." ”

Before Wu Ling'er's words fell, An Su instantly appeared in the middle of the ring, his eyes were unprecedentedly cold, and his body was covered with a murderous death.

It was so fast that it was almost invisible, and it made people gasp.

Wu Ling'er saw that Ansu finally got into the ring, she was shocked and more excited at the same time, she glanced at the remaining incense again, and now if she wants to defeat the enemy with one move, she can only come up with a trick.

Chihua swordsmanship is one of the best swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes, and Wu Ling'er has fought so many battles just now, and no one has ever let her use the seventh style.

Facing An Su, coupled with the urgency of time, Wu Ling'er directly took out the heavy sword and pointed to the sky.

"Red Swordsmanship, Seventh ......"

Wu Ling'er spoke, and everyone on the stage held their breath.

Since the birth of the Chihua Sword Technique, no one has ever really practiced the seventh form, and they are fortunate to see it in this life, and they have no regrets in this life.