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After these people retreated, they naturally had a little grudge, and what could be more pleasant than standing in front of so many people and slapping the enemy's face.

If it weren't for the fact that he was the master, His Majesty the Emperor would have wanted to retreat, with a smile on his face and a belly slander at the nobles below.

The queen mother and the emperor have been together for many years, and the two sides have already had a clear heart, where they don't know what he thinks, they can't help but feel a little funny, and give the emperor a roll of their eyes.

After Liu Zihong drank three glasses, he let himself be slightly drunk, and he refused to drink half a cup more.

Unless you are happy or want to get drunk, you should only drink three drinks to avoid mistakes.

He and several others were not in the mood to drink, just silently looking at the exquisite dishes in front of them, and they didn't even have the desire to speak.

As time goes by, the Wu family will definitely come out to stir up trouble, which is absolutely inevitable, if nothing happens today, there is no doubt that the Wu family will reach out and slap themselves.

"Brother, do you mean to tell me to remember today's scene!" Zhuo Wenbo thought twice, didn't have a clue, and asked in a low voice.

Zhuo Wenxuan didn't answer, with a peaceful smile on his face, his body had been adjusted to the best state, he was still a little nervous, but now he has long since disappeared.

"Zihong, if I have any three longs and two shorts, Wenbo will ask you!"

Everyone else stopped, looked at Zhuo Wenxuan, and then at Zhuo Wenbo, and finally focused their attention on Liu Zihong.

first shook his head, and then patted Zhuo Wenxuan's shoulder: "Wenxuan, you are escaping, Wenbo I can help you take care of it, but what about the cicada, so you should come by yourself!"

Everyone grinned, and then Zhuo Wenxuan also shook his head, the smile on his face became more and more intense, and he picked up his wine glass: "Zihong is willing to drink more than one glass today?"

"Send it for the time being, after taking you back, we won't get drunk and won't return!" Liu Zihong did not agree.

Zhuo Wenxuan was not embarrassed, he put down the wine glass easily, and the others also meant the same thing, Ma Feixiong even made a bloody investment: "My father has a few jars of fine wine hidden in his house, at night, let's have a good drink!"

Po Junhou was chatting with others with great interest, and couldn't help sneezing, feeling that there was nothing wrong with his body, but he didn't know that his baby son was beating his idea of a few jars of wine.

There was a slight smell of blood wafting in the air, and several people turned their heads to see a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, looking at his opponent fiercely, with a wound of more than half a foot on his back, and blood was constantly oozing out.

Three people in a row were injured, and the injuries were getting worse and the hatred was getting deeper.

There are civil officials who are restless about moving their bodies, but the generals don't think so, and the monks who can't get hurt or see blood, no matter how strong they are, are just a waste.

"Your Majesty, why don't you stop here today, all of you are young heroes, and there are successors, we will drink this cup together to congratulate!" Shang Yu's father stood up and showed his attitude.

"This is a bad thing, since it has already begun, why not let them come down and have a good time, Your Majesty, I propose to move outside, just with this fluttering snowflake, watching the future young heroes of the empire perform martial arts, wouldn't it be a great pleasure!" Si Kou Zhen stood up, his voice was like a thunderous version, and everyone's ears were buzzing.

"Accurate!" His Majesty the Emperor was not afraid of making a big fuss, and he looked quite excited.

The school yard of the Praetorian Guard has been covered with snowflakes, hundreds of tables have been placed on the ground, the princes and nobles have sat down, and there is naturally no problem with drinking, but the dishes are not convenient, just get some fruit platters.

Hundreds of Praetorian Guard soldiers around them, their bodies were full of anger, and they could see the snowflakes in the air freeze for a moment, and continue to fall, which has become much more sparse.

Nodding approvingly, after His Majesty the Emperor sat down, the Empress Niang was also a martial artist-level warlock, so she naturally wouldn't feel cold.

Someone has already jumped out, and the faint cold wind on his body is swirling, driving the snowflakes to fly, increasing the momentum of points out of thin air.

Before he could open his mouth and shout, the opponent couldn't wait to stand up, it was obvious that he was already an old opponent, looking at him and sneering a few times, the fire system yuan force on his body suddenly exploded, and the snowflakes within a radius of tens of meters had begun to dissipate, and he was a martial artist.

"With this little means, I'm afraid you can't do it!" The wind warrior had a chill on his face, and the long sword had already appeared in his hand.

"It's okay to know if you've fought it!" The fire martial artist pulled out his waist knife with his backhand.

At the beginning of the battle, the eyes of the two sides had already collided with sparks, and the snowflakes between the two sides were squeezed together, forming a clear boundary, and the confrontation had already appeared.

"Someone come and take ten green spirit swords, and each winner will be rewarded with a green spirit sword!" His Majesty the Emperor waved his hand, and immediately a guard left and went to the arsenal to go to the sword.

There are many high-quality swords in the palace, and His Majesty is not distressed to take them out as a reward at this moment.

Defeating the opponent and receiving His Majesty's reward is a great honor, and the aura of slaughter in the school field is becoming more and more intense.

There are also a few young people who have not made a move, and they have also begun to look at their opponents, they have fought more than once, everyone has a mortal enemy, but Wu Lun looked at the Zhuo family playfully, and a few young people glared at him fiercely, but they did not have any lethality, and they were secretly ridiculous in their hearts.

Liu Zihong and they are not far away, if they appear now, they don't know what has happened, so they can only wait for Ulun to go up to provoke, and then wait for others to go over.

The battle was very intense, the True Yuan Force covered a distance of tens of meters in a radius, an out-and-out martial arts level master, this kind of weather was very restrained for that Fire Yuan Force Cultivator, causing him to exert his strength was not enough.

After a few steps on his hind legs, he opened his mouth and bent down, and a blood-colored red plum appeared on the ground, which looked very charming.

"Today you use the help of the snow to defeat me, I hope you will have such good luck next time!" straightened up, his pale face calmed down, his body shook, barely supported back to his position.

The wind martial artist didn't care: "If I can beat you today, then I can beat you next time, but it's not so cheap again!"

Seven or eight swords have been issued one after another, either for family grievances, or for personal grievances, mixed with some love and hatred, each one is more and more murderous.

In the middle of the school field, a young man, lying on the ground struggling to get up, blood kept flowing from the wound, and finally he failed, passed out, and was left by his own family.

The opponent also had a lot of wounds on his body, which looked extremely terrifying, and he still stood steadily, and after receiving His Majesty's Qingling Sword, he gestured towards the opposite side, and returned to his position with a victor's smile.

The Zhuo family's faces instantly became gloomy, and they could even see that Zhuo Wenxuan's father's hands trembled slightly, and Ulun got up from his seat and came to the center of the school field.