Chapter 892: Can He Be Happy?

On weekdays, when he appeared in front of everyone, his words and deeds were not out of place in the slightest, as if he was a habit he had developed over the past 20 years.

But he's not the same thing he used to be.

Bi Shuiyun was immediately relieved when he heard him say this.

Yikong stretched out his hand and touched Bi Shuiyun's face, and secretly swore in his heart that he must kill Shen Qingyang and vent his anger for Bi Shuiyun.

If he didn't kill Shen Qingyang, as soon as he saw this man, he would think that his beloved woman was defiled by him, how could he live?

If he wants to live well in this world, if he wants to marry Bishuiyun as his wife, then Shen Qingyang must die.

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Dozens of rows of chairs are placed in front of the huge tournament platform,

The Emperor sat in the middle chair directly in front of him, staring ahead and waiting for the joust to begin.

Bai Yunyi was a little depressed, according to her previous prediction, as well as her arrangement, she would definitely have to fight with Shen Qingyang, why is there no movement at all now?

Shen Qingyang was here, empty but nowhere to be seen.

I have to say that women are really famous.

Ichikong didn't appear here, and he must still be comforting Bi Shuiyun in the royal palace.

Thinking of this, Bai Yunyi couldn't help but roll her eyes.

It seems that she can only start option two now.

Bai Yunyi raised his hand slightly, and after whispering a few words in Chen Yunxia's ear, Chen Yunxia immediately retreated.

"Do you really want to call Feng Wuchen over?" The Emperor asked with a frown.

"Yes, didn't he say it before, in addition to this secret, the Floating Temple has another secret, which can definitely knock down the Floating Temple, let's wait and see." Bai Yun said with a smile.

But the emperor was unhappy, because he didn't discover these secrets, and now the person who helped her family Yunyi was not him, it was Feng Wuchen's idiot, could he be happy?

Bai Yunyi didn't know what the emperor was thinking, after all, in her heart, Feng Wuchen didn't mean anything to her at all, everyone was just friends, and it was not a big deal to help each other occasionally.

Besides, she and Feng Wuchen actually rarely see each other, but when they send the big fool back, they see each other occasionally.

Bai Yunyi and Feng Wuchen didn't have anything to say, and kept a certain distance from him.

Feng Wuchen, that man was too lazy to die, and chatting with him was extremely boring.

Unlike her emperor, the two of them can always talk together.

It's called ...... There is a common language!

"Everyone, be still...... The hour is coming soon, and the competition is about to begin, so the disciples of the three ancient sects are invited to come and draw lots. The military department Shangshu jumped onto the huge competition platform and said loudly.

The military department Shangshu has good martial arts, and when he said these words, he supplemented them with internal strength, so his voice was loud and loud, and it was directly transmitted to a long distance.

As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples of the three ancient sects flew down to the competition platform one by one, planning to draw lots.

Except for the ten young disciples brought by the Cangyun Sect to participate in the martial arts competition this time, the others were all old people in the sect.

Now Bishuiyun can't continue to participate in the big competition, so he can only give up a place.

Everyone else is ten, but there are only nine people in their Cangyun Sect.

Just when the military department was about to let everyone draw lots, Bi Shuiyun's voice suddenly sounded in the distance.

"Wait a minute."

A moment later, Bi Shuiyun was escorted down to the bottom of the competition platform.

"Draw lots!" Bingbu Shangshu said expressionlessly.

Although the girl in front of her was the last to come, the military department Shangshu didn't mean to embarrass her, and directly let her draw lots.