"Oh no! Oh no! Oh no, no, no!"

A hurried gasp, accompanied by a panicked figure, stumbled through the backyard of the state guesthouse, and the sound was faintly heard throughout the rest of the embassy district.

This person was wearing a precious phoenix silk brocade robe, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looked heroic.

However, he was anxious and panicked at the moment, and the expression on his face contained a faint sense of boundless anger, which made his whole person completely lose his original bearing, but there was a smell of a dog jumping off the wall.

This state guesthouse, which is the temporary place where the Central Pilgrimage Mission stayed, is located in the middle of the entire embassy area, and has not been opened several times since it was built.

"Wu Ji Khotan, you are also from a martial family, pay attention to your demeanor! Panicked, what kind of body is it! If you want to leave people to see our Central Holy Dynasty, the joke will not work!" A majestic and slightly old voice sounded slowly in this courtyard.

Wu Ji Khotan heard it in his ears, and his whole body trembled slightly, as if he was a little afraid of the majesty of the owner of this voice. He didn't dare to shout like Fang Cai anymore, but he walked faster, as if a beast was chasing after him.

Soon, he passed through the corridor around the lake and came to the artificially built island in the middle of the lake.

The island is surrounded by water on all sides, and is only connected by a white jade bridge and a ring corridor on one side. At the top of the island, there is a five-story attic, and standing on the fifth floor, you can almost overlook most of the Jingshi when you open the window.

This five-story attic built on a small island in the middle of the lake is also the tallest building in the Great Departure Beijing except for the Forbidden Imperial City, and even among the mansions of the three princes, there is no such tall building.

At this time, in the tea room on the east side of the fifth floor of this attic, a middle-aged man in a purple robe and a hair crown on his head was standing clinically, holding the window edge with one hand and the other behind his back, his eyes were deep and focused, overlooking the bustling and noisy Dali Capital in sight.

Not far behind him, two white-haired old men were fighting on the chessboard, black and white intertwined, extremely fierce.

On the recliner on the south side of the two old men, there was a woman lying on the back seat, with long skirts with water sleeves and cloud sideburns, if you look at her appearance alone, it is absolutely impossible to judge her real age.

Two feet to the right of the woman is a middle-aged Confucian sitting on the ground flipping through a book of poetry. His body was a mess and densely packed with all kinds of books, including historical books, biographies, miscellaneous studies, legendary novels, and printed copies of mythological stories.

This middle-aged Confucian scholar had been burying his head in this pile of books, as if he was indifferent to the qiē around him, and even the grand voice made by one of the two old men just now, he didn't seem to hear it at all, and he didn't even raise his head.

Directly opposite him, on the ground near the window, lay an earthy yellow futon, on which sat a strong, dark-skinned man.

The muscles of this strong man were bulging, and the blood vessels under his skin were bulging out like dragons. He was meditating with his eyes closed at the moment, looking like he was not moving the eight winds, and the whole person seemed to be settled.

At the staircase, there was the sound of footsteps, mixed with one after another a somewhat rapid panting.

The woman on the recliner fanned the Ayaluo feather fan, and when she heard this voice, her willow-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she couldn't help but say loudly: "Ji Khotan can be regarded as having seen strong winds and waves, when the Rakshasa Sect established itself as the king, he led the army to the south, an army of 30,000, and finally fought with less than 4,000 people, and still led the troops without retreating, and broke through the base camp of the Rakshasa Sect with a pair of iron fists, and the Rakshasa Sect leader who cultivated to two small realms higher than him was beaten alive until he exploded and died. What is it that makes him so out of shape?"

"What can happen in this Great Departure Capital?" said one of the two old men slowly, "Don't say that this time we are here as an envoy to make this deal with Great Departure. Even if we don't pay anything, we just ask Da Li to ask for the places of the 'Hundred Academies Contending', then Liu Xuanzong can only swallow his anger and agree. Hmph! It's just a small country in the east, and it can't dare to harbor any ill intentions against us!"

"Lend them courage!" The strong man who had been meditating with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes at this time, and suddenly, there was a domineering aura like substance, **** out of his eyes, "Dare to be disrespectful to our Central Holy Dynasty, even if it is a sect outside the Fang, it will end up in annihilation! Not to mention this small country-"

He stood up, moved his hands and feet, and said coldly: "Not to mention this big and small country, there are Dirong barbarians in the north, and the border is barbarian in the south, so they all need to divide their armies to suppress the borders, and the three major dynasties of Dade, Chijin and Dachu in the west will also divide up the remaining elites in the country." Even if all the armies of Dali were gathered in one place, and Meng Kaijiang's old puppet was in charge, it would be a matter of defeat in one blow to my Holy Dynasty! In the entire Central Continent, the only thing that could compete with our Holy Dynasty in terms of individual strength was the Red Gold Demon Beast Cavalry with the help of the power of beasts. Except for this demon beast cavalry, the other armies are all vulnerable!"

"The demon beast cavalry of red gold is nothing remarkable. The purple-robed middle-aged man who had been looking out the window also turned around at this time and spoke slowly, "Chijin has the help of the 'No. 1 Spirit Master Clan in the Central Continent', and his individual strength is indeed strong, even if it is the army of my Holy Dynasty, if it is really considered the combat power of individual soldiers, I have to admit that it is slightly inferior." ”

As he spoke, he paused, looked in the direction of the staircase, and continued: "However, no matter how strong the 'Heavenly Spirit Clan' is, it will take a lot of time to tame the demon beasts. I once did a more in-depth study of this 'Spirit Master' clan, and finally found that the reason why the 'Heavenly Spirit Clan' was able to tame a demon beast and demon bird in a short period of time was because of a kind of natural treasure called the 'Beast King Stone'. This kind of stone is unique and unique only in the mountains where the 'Celestial Spirit Clan' is located. However, since it is a natural treasure, it is destined to have a limited output. Even if it is a vein, it will be exhausted one day. ”

"Oh? So, in fact, we shouldn't be too concerned about this 'Heavenly Spirit Clan'? Anyway, as long as the 'Beast King Stone' is exhausted, the so-called 'No. 1 Spirit Master Clan in the Central Continent' will be no different from other Spirit Masters. The woman on the recliner suddenly interjected.

The purple-robed man glanced at her, nodded first, and then shook his head and said, "Without the 'Beast King Stone', of course, it is impossible for the 'Heavenly Spirit Clan' to subdue a powerful demon beast in an instant." But their research on the 'Spirit Master' is too deep, and they even far surpass the immortal Dao sect like the 'Beast Master'. The title of 'The No. 1 Spirit Master Clan in the Central Continent' has little to do with the 'Beast King Stone', but the Red Gold Demon Beast Cavalry Army must rely on the 'Beast King Stone' to maintain it. ”