Duan Qianhua looked at the far-reaching palace, he couldn't see what he was thinking, those eyes were deep, and they seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts. E Xiao "said .

He didn't go there, neither sat down, nor left, just smiled slightly and glanced at Zhuo Zangfeng, and then his face was as usual, and the look of arrogance made everyone present feel a little uneasy.

Especially Li Longji, watching talking to Dongfang Yinyue, has actually been secretly paying attention to the every move of this old man who has never met.

The brightly armored guards in the distance were like rabbits seeing tigers, their hands numb on the hilt of their swords, and some of them were shaking slightly.

Duan Qianhua watched for a long time, the vigilant look of the official of the Ministry of Rites was in his eyes, a trace of disgust flashed across his face, and he suddenly said, "Bring the pen and paper!"

Cui Shuji's heart trembled, and he couldn't agree with His Majesty the Emperor, so he hurriedly handed over the pen and paper and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

At this moment, Duan Qianhua had already written, Cui Shuji hurriedly took it, and after only one glance, he turned his head to look at His Majesty the Emperor, with an anxious look on his face.

Li Longji was asking Dongfang Yinyue for advice on how to maintain health, and he was taking this opportunity to think about how to deal with the current matter.

Duan Qianhua couldn't wait, his brows furrowed slightly, and he said loudly: "Duan Qianhua, an idler outside the party, supports Zhuo Zangfeng. ”

The name was so loud that everyone was speechless in shock.

"He's the legendary Great Sword God!"

"He turned out to be the Great Sword God!"

"He's really the Great Sword God!"

Countless people have all kinds of ideas, and they are undoubtedly shocked by this name.

When Li Longji heard this, he panicked in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it in the face of Dongfang Yinyue, he stood up lightly and said, "Mr. Duan is far away, it is really my luck for the Tang Dynasty!"

Duan Qianhua did not appreciate the Tang Emperor's overtures, his eyes were withdrawn from a distance, and he said loudly: "Duan Mou is only here to support Zhuo Zangfeng, and he is not interested in other things, please make a decision now!"

The old sword god's words revealed arrogance, and even deterrence, Li Longji was slightly annoyed, but he still restrained it, because he understood that it was not an ordinary matter to annoy Duan Qianhua.

Judging the situation, he believed that those majestic guards not far away would not be able to resist Duan Qianhua's sword at all, and such a figure should try his best to win over Datang to increase his strength and establish prestige.

He already knew that as soon as Duan Qianhua came out, the Bu family was completely inferior, and looking at the emperor's intentions, he also hoped that Zhuo Zangfeng would win.

After weighing it for a long time, although he was unwilling, the young emperor really couldn't think of any good plan in the face of the great sword god who was too strong.

He was about to say something to alleviate the relief, but the Emperor Taishang greeted Cui Shuji, it turned out that the Dao Ancestor of the Heavenly Sword Sect was also writing his name and surname, and then according to the Taishang's instructions, Cui Shuji took the list to Dongfang Yinyue.

Dan Shi raised his hand slightly to take the wolf hair, hanging his wrist, Li Longji could see it clearly on the side, what he wrote was: Dan Ding Peak Alchemy Daoist Dongfang Yinyue supports Zhuo Zangfeng.

This is the powerlessness of returning to the sky, Li Longji deeply felt that this word was so real. He waved his hand a little weakly and ordered Cui Shuji to read out the list.

"Heavenly Sword Sect Meng Taixu supports Zhuo Zangfeng!"

"Danding Peak Alchemy Daoist Dongfang Yinyue supports Zhuo Zangfeng!"

After reading these two sentences tremblingly, Cui Shuji's body continued to tremble.

Hearing this result, most of the people in the audience had already guessed, but they still couldn't figure out why Zhuo Zangfeng, an ordinary young disciple, could let so many immortal-like figures go to Chang'an and vote in support?

Everyone didn't understand, and they all became silent, guessing in shock.

"I can't see that Zhuo Zangfeng has such ability!"

Yao Changqi and his wife glanced at each other, the two of them have lived for decades, they have a tacit understanding with each other, and they can read the thoughts in the hearts of both parties.

At the same time, they thought at the same time: "Even if you let His Majesty the Emperor pass on the decree, or even follow Liu Bei's example, you can't invite all these people, this Zhuo Zangfeng is really impressive!"

"It's incredible!"

Those cultivators and civil and military officials who had voted for the world were like wood carvings and clay sculptures at this moment, and the shock and surprise in their hearts could not be driven away no matter what.

Yueyue suddenly held Yao Caiwei's hand excitedly, and said tremblingly: "Sister Caiwei, we won!" Then she remembered that it was actually Yao Caiwei who won, and let go of her hand a little unnaturally.

Yao Caiwei nodded, looked at this lovely His Royal Highness Yueyue with a smile, and said sincerely: "Yueyue, thank you! Without you, we wouldn't win." ”

After saying this, the starfish celestial saintess was immersed in a sense of emotion, and she silently swore in her heart that no matter what Yueyue did in the future, she would never be surprised.

Niu Fandie's face turned red with joy, and she excitedly pulled up her grandfather's sleeves and said, "Grandpa, we won!"

The veteran Niu Zhi was full of red light, glanced at Shi Mengde, the old opponent who was stunned by him, deliberately raised his voice, and said: "Of course, your grandfather has never lost!"

Tui Ji quietly looked at Niu Fan Butterfly, and for the first time felt that this girl's blushing appearance was very charming, like a peach blossom in spring.

Of course, he was also very happy, but the master still had that solemn appearance, and he didn't dare to laugh insolently.

The old man of the Bu family had already half stood up, and when he heard these names that shook the past and the present, he saw that they were all supporting this little-known young man, as if a few heavy hammers had hit him in the heart.

Originally, he had the belief that he would win, but he just came over to go through the process, who would have thought that Bu Shishu would fail in swordsmanship, which had already made this seventy-year-old man angry and angry.

And in terms of the support rate after that, he thought that he might redeem or defeat the other party, but these old immortals who were not born one by one flew over, making him unguardable.

Mu Jueyou, Chen Wangbo is the first hammer, Liu Qingfeng is the second, Duan Qianhua, Meng Taixu, and Dongfang Yinyue are the third.

He suddenly felt his heart beating faster and faster, qi and blood seemed to rush out of his brain, and his decrepit and old body couldn't move at all, and he endured it but couldn't succeed.

“...... Wow......"

The old lady finally couldn't bear it anymore, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and threw herself forward.

Bu Shishu woke up from the emotion of defeat and hurriedly hugged his father, but it was too late, Dongfang Yinyue floated out of his vein, and said: "Mr. Bu's heart is broken, his competitive spirit is too strong, and the old way can't be cured." ”

In this way, it is equivalent to announcing the death of the head of the Bu family.

Li Longji's color changed again and again, and in shock, he ordered to go down and dispose of Mr. Bu properly.

Bu Shishu picked up his father and glanced at Zhuo Zangfeng, there was no longer that kind of sadness in his eyes, and it had been replaced by a grudge that could not be resolved.

Zhuo Zangfeng frowned and thought, "Your father's death has nothing to do with me, if you want revenge, how can I be afraid?" Then he inexplicably remembered that when Xue Duanliu was going to kill him, how could this sword marquis have been afraid?

Then Zhuo Zangfeng thought again that since Xue Duanliu guessed that he had that untrustworthy family relationship with him, he became scared and afraid that he would kill him......

He suddenly understood that it was not without reason that he blamed himself.

The venue was very quiet, except for Niu Fan Die's grandson, Tui Ji master and apprentice, and the two princesses, everyone else was silent.

Bu Shishu hugged his father and retreated under the escort of the guards, and Li Longji suddenly felt that the warm sun above his head was a little cold.

He sighed in his heart, silently accepting this fact that he was unwilling to face, as the emperor of the Ninety-Five, this time he failed.