After she asked, she felt a cold current, and the extremely strong wind and thunder force locked on her, but Zhao Yuheng did not notice it. "Who is Yang Ziyi you?" Liu Chan'er asked coldly, the killing intent in her tone, Zhao Yuheng didn't hear it, but Wang Yurou could really feel it.

Wang Yurou, who was double in the body, was so oppressed by the huge momentum that she was trembling and almost speechless. Zhao Yuheng naturally gave up his hand: "She invited a lot of money to protect the people under her for our mansion, called aunt, in fact, the master of a little sister in our mansion, the little sister is young and frail and sickly, thanks to Master Yang's supervision and conditioning day and night, she can survive until now." ”

When the people of the Interpretation Sect heard his words, they all looked at each other wordlessly, and no one said anything after all. Xu Mengli settled down, and finally pretended to be very innocent and sighed helplessly: "Don't hide it from Your Highness, that Yang Ziyi is actually an outcast of this sect......" She deliberately stopped, and admired Zhao Yuheng and the four of them with great satisfaction.

"Sect outcasts, I heard that they generally do bad things within the sect...... How could Sister Lin find such a master with such a bad character?" Zhao Yuheng was full of panic, and was about to open his mouth, when he heard Xu Mengli continue to say: "However, that was a long time ago. The rules of our sect are strict, she is just a sin of disrespecting the teacher, she was expelled from the door, for such a long time, our sect has long been cut off from her, and now she is just a stranger! As for her entering your mansion and teaching her apprentices, she just wanted to avoid the investigation of her own sect, but she was just alive, so there was no need to make too much of a fuss. She is a self-absorbed disciple, so even if she is her own heir, she has nothing to do with our sect. Xu Mengli deliberately said very magnanimously, but she didn't know what kind of future and what kind of qualifications she would expel a little girl from the door in just three or two sentences, and she didn't know that because of her ruthless and unrighteous words, she would cut off the only remaining way to survive in the Interpretation Language Sect in the future.

"Uh-this-thank you for your magnanimity, regardless of past suspicions!" Zhao Yuheng could only say this sentence. At this moment, another layer of white sweat had already precipitated from his back. "It's so dangerous, it's almost angered them again! Those are all masters above the peak of the (mortal level), I can't escape, young master! Sister Lin actually studied under a sect outcast? No, no, after I go back this time, I want to give her a good break, but I want to be angry with her for ignoring me for a few days......" Zhao Yuheng was thinking like this, and he didn't see a trace of cunning and sinister light flashing in Wang Yurou's eyes behind him.

"Sect outcasts, okay! Worship the sect outcasts as teachers, aunt and grandmother want to see if you can hold on to this?"

"Your Royal Highness, the concubine also has a question for you. Xu Mengli said slowly, that serious look made Zhao Yuheng feel a burst of pressure.

"Seniors, but it doesn't hurt to say, in the next must know everything and say everything. ”

"Your Highness, do you know Mingquan?"

"This ......" Zhao Yuheng looked embarrassed: "I just saw it when I was with Zhao Detian, her seniority is very big, and people don't like to laugh, so I can only look at her from a distance, and I don't even have the blue face to speak." If the seniors want to pass the word on behalf of the next generation, they are afraid that they will ......"

"It's okay, it's just a question, Your Highness doesn't have to worry about it. I just heard that Miss Guifu is weak because of her congenital illness, and she can't rely on nothing in the future, and the concubine has some meridians and breathing here, and the classics of Peiyuan are not enough to worry about, but they are also better than those who are not right. Please also ask Your Highness to transmit it on your behalf. In addition, please remember that the magic skills of this sect are not allowed to be read by men, so ......"

"Save it!" Zhao Yuheng immediately nodded, like a chicken pecking rice, and at the same time glared back at Wang Yurou, full of warning, as if Wang Yurou was a man like him. Wang Yurou pursed her lips and chuckled, and said in her heart: "This sect passes cheats between sects, but there are things like seals, whether others open it and see it, and the person who receives it can see through it at a glance, how can I commit the evil crime of spying on other people's privacy!" While covering his mouth with his sleeve and laughing, he rolled his eyes, thinking about whether he could frame Wang Yunfen and Wang Yunfang by privately opening the envelope?

After gossiping for a long time, Zhao Yuheng completely settled down in the Interpretation Sect, Xu Mengli sent four leading girls led by Liu Mengyi, a famous prostitute in Jiangnan (south of the Santu River), as maids, these four people are glamorous and enchanting, delicate and weak, not to mention, they are also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even Liu Mengyi's ability is still above Wang Yurou. Wang Yurou naturally knew what this was for, obviously Xie Yuzong had already made up her mind to attack Chongwangfu, and she didn't think that her magic skills of "Cosmos" had not been discovered by the head Xu Mengli.

Wang Yurou felt a hint of crisis, and she even delusionally thought that Liu Mengyi was here to assassinate her. But the smart and "virtuous" Wang Yurou, she even dares to deal with Lin Xuanchen, the top of Zhen Taijun's heart, will she be afraid of a little dusty woman?

Apparently not.

So in this way, Zhao Yuheng forgot himself and happily lived in the middle of a group of scheming and calculating beauties.

He himself lived a life of immortals sitting on hundreds of beautiful women, but he didn't know that at the same time, his friends and competitors, whether it was Zhao Lingfeng or Zhao Detian, were all fighting hard and getting ready to go.

He reconciled the people of the Sect of Language, and once again lagged behind.

[The secret realm of the East China Sea, 500 meters before the entrance of the unknown underground palace]

It is a small hill made of a mixture of sand and abandoned buildings. It is not big or high, at most a dozen meters high, in the dark blue sky still exudes golden sand dune top, from time to time three or five dark tiles, or a piece of broken wood, or even a few wild seaweeds, from a distance it looks like the black and green scales that grow on the body of the yellow earth dragon, piercing and arrogant.

Liang Yunfeng, the younger brother of the dead ghost Liang Yunguang and the new disciple leader of the Demon Wei Pavilion, was lying in the weeds on this sandy hill with people at this time, nervously staring at the earth dragon rolling a hundred meters away and rushing towards this side.

Ling Yunfeng's strength was only one weight into the body, and the eight temporary disciples under his command only had the pitiful strength of the Peiyuan realm, and this level of strength was almost useless in the East China Sea Secret Realm, which was now gradually showing the true nature of the Hell Difficulty Copy.

Liang Yunfeng was "proficient" in the art of concealment and assassination, so he and his younger brothers were each wearing a black burqa, lying down in the grass, leaning on the erected wood and grass blades to cover their figures, making it difficult for people watching from the bottom of the mound to distinguish between them and the mottled and sparse sand with yellow and green, and they were "watched" by the drone flying silently overhead an hour ago.

Liang Yunfeng was wearing a black robe and a hood, and the black shadows covered his young and handsome face, but it couldn't hide his shrewd and vicious red eyes. He was lying on the top of the hill like a cheetah, with his tomahawk on his back, staring into the distance with wide eyes.

After the Heavenly Change, the disciples of Mowei Pavilion and Black Mountain Villa generally used axes, heavy hammers or thick-backed broadswords similar to axes as weapons, which was less light and treacherous when Zhang Mengmeng was still there, and more ruthless and ferocious. Liang Yunfeng licked the corners of his mouth, his blood-red eyes were full of dark and ruthless color, but he didn't know how much boiling fear was hidden under his pair of ruthless eyes.

The team that roared from a hundred meters away, seeing that it was about to pass through a wide and bumpy sandy road under the hill, was a strange team that Liang Yunfeng had never seen before.

For Liang Yunfeng and anyone else, this is a strange, crooked team.

Four of the most advanced main battle tanks beyond the times, holding cannons, holding coaxial machine guns, rolling up the yellow dust in the sky with tracks, majestically opening the way in front, a little little devil who doesn't know what is the so-called poked his head out, either by a string of 7.62 mm machine gun bullets into a leaking sieve, or simply bombarded into the sky by a cannon, but just like this, the mighty and domineering tank car dragged out four ugly thick hemp ropes in the back, dragging four old ballistas that can definitely enter the history museum to raise the old ballista, with a shameful speed of 43 kilometers per hour"Attack forward", at this speed, has already made the four ballista crunch sounds, making people very worried that they don't know when the structure will suddenly break and scatter directly into parts.

There are no shock absorbers, no pneumatic tires, just wooden and cold iron bottles, the structure is so simple that elementary school students can understand at a glance, to achieve the same cross-country ability as a tank with a new chassis, a new frame, a new design of load wheels and a track rotation system, it is simply a fool's dream. On the seabed sand landform such as the secret realm of the East China Sea, the domestic VT-2500 can run at an off-road speed of 110 kilometers per hour, not to mention the most advanced VTX-3000 magic modification, 140 kilometers per hour casually, but the real king and father and son regard it as the killer and the most precious and rare ballista? The design speed is estimated to be less than 30 kilometers per hour.

Therefore, the four ballista carts that could have been fully loaded with soldiers were now filled with crossbow arrows improvised by the Silver Dust Archmage, and there was not even a chauffeur, they were four empty carts. Don't talk about others, even if the ghost sits on it, it has to be bumpy and fall down.

Behind the four ballistas, a column of six armored personnel carriers was moving steadily. Large tires, high chassis, complex and precise shock-absorbing suspension, so that this kind of car at a speed of 43 kilometers per hour to maintain a much higher comfort than the carriage, the true king's subordinates, whether it is the Golden Sword Gate, the Iron Sword Gate, the secret guard or the forbidden army guard or even the miscellaneous maid are on the open-top personnel carrier, sitting on the six-wheeled car to look around, eating dried fish and chatting, really become a luxury convoy to come to the outing.

Such a convoy with a luxurious lineup and advanced weapons that could directly capture the capital of a country just swayed and rolled up the sand and dust that concealed the sky, roared over from a hundred meters away, and rushed into Liang Yunfeng's field of vision. The young Demon Mighty Pavilion foreman swallowed with difficulty, only to feel that the hairs on his body were tied up, and he could clearly feel that the people on those moving steel monsters had bad intentions towards him.

At the same time, Wan Jianxin, who was sitting in the machine gunner position of another tank, very badly struck Liang Yunfeng's body with the machine gun sight, and he knew that as long as he lightly hooked his index finger on his hand, the rotten thing of the Demon Wei Pavilion would directly turn into a piece of minced meat.

"Stop, who are you!" Liang Yunfeng knew that he couldn't wait any longer, and just as the convoy was about to rush over the dirt road below the hill, he dared to yell.

Thanks should be given to the drone that slipped over his head. Silver Dust, they already knew that this was the outpost team of the Demon Pavilion, not some false righteous path or true demon path that was already in a hostile state with them, otherwise they would really be bombarded into the sky by "missing".

The convoy stopped, and Wan Jianxin's mad voice spread evenly in the humid and stuffy air like some kind of nerve agent: "Are you blind? Can't see the True King's Mansion banner behind me?" he pointed to the flagpole planted in the back of the machine gun seat.

The dark blue banner of the True King's Mansion was almost black under the dark blue skylight, like a ghost flag borrowed by a Yin soldier, standing still in the windless and sultry air, exuding a cold and terrifying momentum.

Liang Yunfeng swallowed and spat hard, quickly stood upright, and said condescendingly:

"The boy is a sentinel under the command of the prince of the king, and he has seen the prince driving!

"Then you hurry down and show the way! Hurry up, now is not the time when you first came, you have time to play in the mountains and rivers!" The voice of the true king Zhao Lingyun came from afar, which was regarded as a response, Liang Yunfeng shouted "Order" as if he had been amnestied, rushed down the steep slope with a smoke, and obediently walked in front of the convoy to guide.

There was nothing unusual about meeting Zhao Detian. Although Zhao Lingyun and Zhao Detian have different identities, they are drinking together in private to see @ clothes @ dancing fox friends and dog friends, and they can let go when there are no outsiders. The two of them said less than twenty words, and then they let the Golden Sword Gate and the Divine Sword Gate and the others be stationed together.

The people of the Demon Wei Pavilion naturally moved a little thought, but when they saw that the ghost Li Ming was actually mixed with ten thousand sword hearts, it suddenly made almost all the disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion well-behaved, it turned out that the ghost Li Ming was the same as the former Yan Gui Luo, they were all born in the torture hall, and the prestige spread in the Demon Wei Pavilion for a long time, although he was no longer a person from the Demon Wei Pavilion now, but when any disciple saw his blood-colored eyes, he was afraid that even the murderous disciples could directly kneel on the ground in fright.

With the shock of the ghost name and the bullet pressure of Zhao Guangyi, Zhao Detian, and Zhao Lingyun, there was no big conflict between the Demon Wei Pavilion and the Iron Sword Gate, but the two sides were stationed separately. On the contrary, the people of the Golden Sword Gate can actually talk to the people of the Demon Pavilion.