The first two hundred and three chapters have been arranged

"Aha! The poisonous dragon is on top! Did this seat actually see a group of wastes come in and participate in this so-called white dragon list competition?" Du Chuanchang was the first to attack, her voice was as high-pitched and distorted as ever, full of abusive pleasure.

"Senior brother, they are probably here to participate in the competition for the killer list, right?" A disciple beside Du Chuanchang said in a low voice, although this disciple also has a cultivation of more than one level of qi, but his demonic skills are incompatible with the demonic skills of the Poison Dragon Sect in terms of momentum, it seems that he is taking an art apprenticeship, joining halfway, and may even be shoehorned in by someone.

Of course, Silver Dust knows the inside story. Today's Poison Dragon Sect was actually formed by Du Chuanchang alone, casually pulling people. After the news of Harrow's death spread, the poisonous dragon called the original elders and disciples, the martyrs of martyrdom, and the fleeing of the fleeing, a group of devout believers, who would rather die than want to kill Harrow's Jianzhou slaves to allegiance.

However, this Poison Dragon Sect is now more than before. Not to be comparable.

"I thought that the imperial court was so caring that the food on the plate might not be enough to fill us, so it sent us a batch of live food. Du Chuanchang said bloodthirsty and ferocious, he deliberately raised his voice so that the people at the farthest tables could hear it clearly.

Yinchen clearly saw that the disciple of Ling Xiao Pavilion who was the leader seemed to tremble fiercely.

"Come on a few people, explain to this seat, how will these people be dealt with in the end?" Du Chuanchang directly ignored his junior brother's words, and shouted towards those Iron Palm Gang disciples lurking in the shadows. After a while, a tall and majestic Iron Palm Gang disciple stood in front of him respectfully, and said in a humble tone: "Muslim Master, those people are indeed here to participate in the competition for the killer list, and they will not come to threaten your status, if you feel dirty eyes, small ones, just arrange them elsewhere." ”

"Appetite!" Hearing this answer, Du Chuanchang was very dissatisfied, but he didn't particularly force it, and he generally knew that this was not the best time to be sloppy.

"I thought that I could catch a few more people and let everyone open their eyes and see the latest holy medicine developed by this seat. He muttered and waved the man back.

"Cut, and these wastes in general. Sure enough, the little family is angry. Wang Shenhai lowered his voice and said to Li Shanqiu, but even if he lowered his voice, he was still listened to by Yinchen and Wan Jianxin. It's not that he's arrogant, it's that he's not skilled enough to compress his voice into a bunch and deliver it to the person who should convey it.

As he was talking, several girls wearing Luo skirts came out of the shadows and invited Liang Yunfeng, a disciple of Sang Tianliang, and Wang Shenhai, a disciple of Xue Wuxian, respectively, but did not invite Mr. Moxin's proud disciple and Du Chuanchang. This did not make Du Chuanchang dissatisfied, but made her happy: "It seems that the prestige of this seat still has some prestige, and I don't have to let those so-called yamen arrest it, as that disgusting and dirty **." Obviously, this son of poison with a perfect body but a twisted heart is rare to be consistent with Silver Dust and Wan Jianxin in this orientation.

It's just that he didn't see that after Wang Xiaokai went out, he actually sat on a bright yellow chariot, which was specially used by the emperor to invite people.

Wang Shenhai and Liang Yunfeng respectively sat on such a chariot, and were hugged by a large number of royal forest troops, and drove towards the palace.

【Yingtianfu Nourishing Heart Palace】

"King Weichen is deep in the sea, knock on the emperor. Long live the Martial Emperor, long live, long live. After the chief disciple of the Divine Sword Sect finished the big salute, he waited for two breaths, and then heard the "flat body" like a rooster's crow. He trembled, almost trembling to his feet, and finally saw the three people in the small court.

The young man sitting in the middle looked younger than him Wang Shenhai, almost as immature as the silver-haired stranger, but he was wearing a yellow robe, and he had already reached the ninety-five.

"Why is Emperor Yue's complexion so bad now?" Wang Shenhai felt a little uneasy in his heart, in his field of vision, the person who was the emperor was like a weak chicken in the soup no matter his appearance, voice, sitting posture and momentum, and he didn't have a little royal majesty at all, of course, he could also see that this young man was doing his best to support the power of an emperor, which showed that he still valued his identity as an emperor very much, and cared very much, maybe even with the so-called empire he mastered, he also cared very much, and he valued it very much.

The person standing on the left is like Wenchen, but in fact he is not Wenchen, but a young man with a face like a crown of jade, rich and handsome, that person is really born with a good appearance, so handsome that Wang Shenhai is extremely jealous, I am afraid that I will not have to give up Du Chuanchang. That young man, Wang Shenhai didn't know, let alone know, he was actually Long Aotian with a mission.

The person on the right side of Emperor Yue, Wang Shenhai is very familiar with, it is his master who has become a monster, Xue Wuxian.

Although Xue Wuxian was standing, he looked as if he was about to kneel, and the expression on his face was still the breath on his body, all of which were like something that Wang Shenhai had never seen before, almost crazy, and servile, as if the young man who was called the emperor had just given Xue Wuxian a great favor.

Wang Shenhai didn't know that now Xue Wuxian had gradually lost his ability to think, becoming superficial, and even a little stupid, under the erosion of the Soul Exterminating Round Steel, he actually really thought that the disciple he entrusted the sect secret to could afford the glory of the world's number one master, he no longer had the extra brain to think about what kind of terrible disaster such glory would bring to his disciples and his sect.

If virtue is not matched, and it is praised and killed, it will inevitably lead to a disaster of blood and light.

When Wang Shenhai stood up straight, Emperor Yue looked at his solemn look and the slightly sharp eyes that were unique to a swordsman, and nodded with great satisfaction.

"This son can be described as a role model for youth. "Emperor Yue admires Wang Shenhai very much, Wang Shenhai in his eyes is old-fashioned, quiet, upright, and there is no flattery between his eyebrows and eyes, which is really in line with the impression of a young master in his heart, compared to the arrogant and treacherous Liang Yunfeng, it is pleasing to the eye to the sky.

As soon as his brain was hot, he slapped his thigh, and then directly made an order: "That's it! Come on! Propose a decree! Canonize Wang Shenghai, the chief disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, as the first master of the world's young masters in the White Dragon List, and issue the Iron Scroll Danshu for life!"

After Emperor Yue finished speaking, he saw Long Aotian cast a stern look, and even felt a trace of murderous intent in that look, so he suddenly woke up to the fact that he was so arbitrary, he might ruin his father's big affairs, so he hurriedly remedied: "Wait, wait, make up one! Make up one! The White Dragon List will take effect after the competition! This is a secret decree! It is really a secret decree! Who dares to leak and cut off someone's head!"

Wang Shenhai in front of him knelt down with a thud, and drank many times tremblingly, looking like he was grateful, but he was actually scared. And Xue Wuxian, the head of the Divine Sword Sect, knelt down with real gratitude at this time, and said loudly: "Weichen replaces the unscrupulous disciple, thank you for the grace of the encounter!"

In the next time of incense, Wang Shenhai was like a marionette, insensitive to being fiddled around, kneeling down and thanking Emperor Yue for his great kindness, listening to Emperor Yue's teachings well, and behaving very piously. Everyone else thought that he was grateful to Dade, but in fact, her heart was already cold.

Even if Wang Shenhai is a pig, with the self-knowledge of a pig, he can realize that he is actually impossible to deserve such glory. The number one young master in the world? That position will never be able to match him, there are at least Wan Jianxin in front of him, Bai Prison, Du Chuanchang, the disciple of Mr. Demon Heart, the apprentice of Ghost Liming, and many others. These people are all deeper and stronger than his kung fu, how can he be called the number one young master in the world? What's more, he has long decided in his heart that the number one young master in the world should be that Yinchen.

But now, this glory actually fell on his head lightly?

Then what he will face in the future is the shame of the whole world, and the title of "the world's first young master" will also become an insulting infamy.

From now on, he Wang Shenhai will become the world's first fame, shameless fanatic.

He's done.

His master desperately vomited blood, and instructed him to pass on the secret inheritance of the Divine Sword Gate, and it was also over.

Wang Shenhai looked at the master's pair of eyes that had been completely eroded into vermilion, and there was only a dead gray calm in his heart.

The future that he can think of at this time is endless escape, hiding in the mountains and forests, being a medicine picker, deceiving an ugly daughter-in-law, giving birth to a few crooked melons and cracked dates, and then teaching the supreme mastery of the Divine Sword Sect to these poor children whose talents will not be outstanding.

He knew he had to prepare to flee.

He didn't know if he would be able to escape.

Wang Shenhai respectfully retired. And the second visitor ushered in in the Heart Cultivation Hall was none other than Liang Yunfeng.

Liang Yunfeng, who escaped from the secret realm of the East China Sea.

He had replaced his elder brother Liang Yunguang as the chief disciple of the Demon Pavilion, and at this time, this young man who had suddenly gained boxing skills, secret weapon techniques, strength, and the boast of His Holiness was in the most expansive stage of his life.

He walked into the main hall, and when he crossed the threshold, his gait was more like that of the master than that of Emperor Yue. Liang Yunfeng, who is seven feet tall and dignified, combs a beautiful black shawl with purple aura, a purple wipe is tied casually, maternal love is supreme, and the golden bullfighting embroidery exudes an emperor-like light.

Fortunately, he seemed to know that this was the Palace of Heart Cultivation, and he also knew that the big man who was sitting on his hands was the supreme ruler of the entire Southern Empire, and this was the "man" of my 400,000 patrol battalion army. Although Liang Yunfeng was extremely proud, he was not arrogant enough to challenge Huangwei. He entered the main hall, and before Emperor Yue showed a dissatisfied expression, he immediately pushed the golden mountain and poured the jade pillar, and the etiquette of three kneeling and nine bows was carried out generously.

"Grass people Liang Yunfeng, see Your Majesty. Long live my emperor, long live, long live—"

Yue Huang An Feng's voice heard one of the few sincere fears, and the originally unhappy "Long Yan" softened slightly, but he still pursed his mouth meanly, stopped, and took about three breaths before he said lightly:

"Let's go. ”

Xue Wuxian, who was on the side, listened to his voice and felt that it was perfunctory.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Liang Yunfeng immediately became honest, stood up in an orderly manner, and stood with his hands down. As a young leader in the Demon Dao, his demonic skills are unfathomable, but at this time, he has no power, and he stands below like a long-term servant.

His appearance has no mastery demeanor in the eyes of Emperor Yue, and there is a little bit of flattery like a pug, and his first impression is not as good as Wang Shenhai. However, Yue Huang also knew that Sang Tianliang was full of vigilance against Jianzhou slaves, and he was a very classical and normal sect leader. The Demon Pavilion led by him has never had any wrong thoughts, that is, he is quiet and honest, and he is the leader of the Jiangnan Demon Dao, not at all like Tian Wanzai, and his heart is full of [resentment] hopes that he should not have. Therefore, this person may be the last person he can rely on except for his father-in-law.

He couldn't be too mean to Sang Tianliang's disciples, so he couldn't tell him directly with the emperor's golden words that the title of the world's first young master had been sealed, and he could only be ranked second. No matter how unbearable Emperor Yue is, he also knows that he must not shatter the hope in Liang Yunfeng's heart at this time, and he must use the ambition in his heart to hang him, so that he can control him well and further control Sang Tianliang.

Therefore, at this time, Emperor Yue, who had been taught many times by Minister Gu Ming that "the monarch has no jokes", could still only promise Liang Yunfeng a beautiful lie:

"I have heard Sang Aiqing mention you many times, praising you for your talent, willingness to endure hardships, and steady and resolute heart, and you will definitely be the pillar of Wuwu in the future. I invited you to see it today, and I realized that what Sang Aiqing said was true. You are indeed a talent, and you have the exemplary demeanor of the young talents of our country. Originally, I did not hesitate to be the first in the world, even if I canonized you, I would be at ease, but since ancient times, the so-called Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, the world's boxing fighters have gathered here, competing for the top spot in the White Dragon List, all of them have been gearing up, how can I think that my skills are inferior to others because of my will? Therefore, if I want to block the mouths of the people, I can only set up a heaven-sent ring, invite celebrities, and debate in the capital. You are the best in the world, but you can only win the honor after proving yourself in front of the world. And during this period, I look at Sang Aiqing's face, I can naturally give you many helps, so that your starting point is different from others, since you have taken the advantage, then the next can only rely on yourself. Your skills, your calculations, and your magic skills are the keys to your victory, and you must not disappoint me and Sang Aiqing's expectations. If you come out on top, you'll be in for it. I am willing to tell the world and reward you with a lifetime of glory. That's all I can do, I can't canonize you directly, you can't hold grudges. ”

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