Cheng Xuanfeng looked at Xu Haifeng with a stern expression, and suddenly shouted: "You, do you still want to die for them?" ”

Xu Haifeng's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, and he did not answer.

Looking at his expressionless face, Fang Lingde and the others all pinched a cold sweat in their hearts, at this moment, their only hope was Xu Haifeng.

This young general, who is not a grandmaster, but has a grandmaster-level spiritual sense, has become their last straw at this moment, although this straw does not seem to be reliable at the moment.

Liu Zhengqi's palms were full of sweat, he never thought that one day, his surname would be in Xu Haifeng's thoughts.

Although it was only a short moment, it seemed like thousands of years had passed.

Xu Haifeng's starry eyes finally opened in the eyes of everyone who were waiting for him.

He looked up at Liu Zhengqi, at Fang Lingde, at Xiang Ming, and finally turned around and looked at the old man in a white robe.

Cheng Xuanfeng was sensitive, his thick eyebrows were furrowed, and he said, "You are so persistent, do you know what the consequences are?" ”

"Only death." Xu Haifeng smiled slightly, like a ray of sunshine in the cold winter, which made people feel warm.

"You don't regret it?"

"Where righteousness is, there is no regret in death."

"Alas......" Cheng Xuanfeng let out a helpless sigh and stopped talking.

"Even so, you should not lead the Huns into the country and kill my Han compatriots." Zhang Zihua suddenly shouted.

Cheng Xuanfeng sneered and said: "The vertical son is ignorant, the north has been interacting with various tribes in the grassland for many years, and the bloodline has long been messed up, not to mention the Fang, Tang, and Su families, even if the royal blood is inevitably stained with the blood of the Huns." Han...... The real Han Chinese, in the south. ”

Zhang Zihua was about to argue, when he suddenly heard Xu Haifeng say softly: "Stop." ”

He turned his head to look, only to see Xu Haifeng slowly step forward, lift his robe, kneel heavily in front of Liu Zhengqi, kowtow three times, and said loudly: "His Royal Highness the Prince, please leave quickly." ”

Liu Zhengqi was about to speak, but he felt that his wrist was tight, and he was firmly held by Zhang Zihua.

"Let......'s go," he snorted softly, and dragged Liu Zhengqi to the outside of the palace.

Looking at this intimate strategist who can be called a mentor and a friend, the half-sleeve of his shirt that floated hollowly in the air, Liu Zhengqi couldn't afford to resist, so he was pulled away like this.

Seeing that he was about to walk out of the palace, Xu Haifeng's loud voice came from his ears: "If Xu Mou returns with his life, after today, he will have nothing to do with the Liu family." ”

His footsteps paused slightly, but Zhang Zihua used the force in his hand to quickly pull him away from here again.

"Second uncle, eldest brother, you also go." Xu Haifeng's eyes fell on Fang Lingde's uncle and nephew, and he said in a deep voice.

Xiang Ming took a deep breath and suddenly smiled: "Second uncle, you can escort His Royal Highness the Crown Prince away." ”

Fang Lingde laughed and said, "What's the matter, Xiang Ming, you are still young, you don't need to pay the price for what happened at the beginning, just leave the old bones of the second uncle." ”

Xu Haifeng frowned, and said: "Second uncle, eldest brother, this matter has nothing to do with you, being able to challenge Senior Cheng is a rare opportunity for me to climb the peak of martial arts, let's go." ”

Cheng Xuanfeng suddenly smiled and said, "Let's leave quickly." ”

Xiang Ming turned his head and glared at him.

Cheng Xuanfeng smiled and said, "Xu Xiaoyou would rather be an enemy of the old man for the sake of the two of you." You don't have enough effort to stay here, and in order to take care of you, he is afraid that even the last bit of life will be lost. ”

Xiang Mingguan clenched his teeth, he knew that Cheng Xuanfeng's words were not exaggerated in the slightest, when they fought at this level, it was not that the more people the better, if the cultivation was not enough, then it could only become a burden.

He was unwilling, although he was facing Cheng Xuanfeng, a number of outstanding people in the Central Plains. When this old man set foot on the grandmaster and became famous all over the world, when this old man rode his horse and whipped and commanded the battlefield, he was not even born yet.

However, he is just unwilling, very unwilling. His hands trembled, and a trail of blood was already snaking down between his lips.

Suddenly, a pair of big hands were placed on his arms from behind, and Xu Haifeng's firm and soft voice sounded in his ears: "Big brother, don't worry, don't you still believe me?" ”

Xiang Ming's cheeks trembled a few times, and he suddenly turned to Xu Haifeng and said, "I'll wait for you at the West Gate, brother, we'll see you there." ”

After that, he pulled Fang Lingde and strode away, just looking at his unwavering steps, Xu Haifeng had a realization in his heart, knowing that if he couldn't escape today, then Xiang Ming would definitely not return to Wolong City alone.

Watching their backs disappear behind the gate, Xu Haifeng took a deep breath, at this time, what he was carrying was not only his own surname, but also Xiang Ming, the life of that hot-blooded man, also hanging on his body.

He must not die here.

Xu Haifeng slowly removed the scabbard and did not break the divine sword, this peerless famous sword left by a generation of grandmaster-level swordsmiths hundreds of years ago was once again revealed.

He raised his sword and flattened his chest and said, "Senior, please ......"

At that moment, he had stepped into the realm of the unity of heaven and man.

In the west of the city, in a splendid hotel with golden walls, a high-ranking official has chartered the entire second-floor guest room, where dozens of black-clothed men who are speechless and have cold faces are staying.

All the little brothers who passed through this floor did not freely increase their heartbeats and became nervous.

Li Mingtang sat cross-legged and let the city shout to kill Zhentian, but he turned a deaf ear.

Suddenly, his eyes opened, his face changed color slightly, and his body moved, and he had disappeared from the bed.

In his room, the closed window opened automatically without wind, and a long strip of thick cloth leaning against the corner of the room had disappeared.

The monkey boy who lived next door to him stuck his head out of the bed blankly, disturbing his scalp, and a flexible head turned a little bit, and his eyes showed doubt. However, he looked left and right, but he never found anything, tilted his head and thought for a moment, and then retracted again.

The window on the far right was pushed open, and Jebe's eyes followed Li Mingtang's figure until he disappeared. Little by little, his brow tightened.

Xu Haifeng's spirit centered on himself spread everywhere, and along the way, he constantly felt countless life fluctuations. Those subtle and weak existences may be a small grass, or a caterpillar, but whether it is an animal or a plant, whether it is strong or weak, as long as they exist, as long as they are endless, Xu Haifeng can clearly feel it.

The alien blood in the body began to accelerate again after a long time, and an endless stream of inexplicable power was transformed into true qi through the meditation technique. His spirit was rising, his power was growing, and he had surpassed any apex he could have reached before.

Only at the moment of life and death can people's own potential be stimulated, and only those who persevere, can climb more steep and steep peaks through life and death experience again and again.

Just as the young sapling wants to grow into a towering tree, just as the weak lion cub wants to grow into the king of beasts, they must go through hardships in the natural world, and only by risking danger can they get ahead and roar in the mountains and forests.

At this time, Xu Haifeng, he was carrying the surname of Xiang Ming, the concern of the daughters in the family, the future of the 10,000 soldiers of the Black Flag Army, and the sentence entrusted by Fang Lingtian when he was leaving-only the Han people are the masters of the Han people's territory.

Responsibility is pressure, and pressure is motivation.

At this moment, he has no way back, and the only thing he can rely on is himself.

At this moment, he successfully broke through the seventh level of meditation that had been stagnant for a year.

He successfully climbed to the eighth layer of the realm and became a veritable grandmaster-level supreme master.

He let out a long howl, and his voice moved for nine days.

I screamed to the sky with my sword, and only a man should be strong.

In the inner courtyard of the palace, Emperor Han Xian stood up from the dragon chair tiredly, shook his drowsy head, and asked Ah Fu who was stumbling over, "Is the oil ready?" ”

"Back to the emperor, everything has been done." Afu crouched on the ground and replied respectfully.

"What about the concubines in the harem?"

"The slave has taken it upon himself to take them all to the Heart Cultivation Palace."

"Isn't it a miss?"

"Yes...... Back to the emperor, none of the concubines were missed. ”

Emperor Han Xian turned his head, showed a hint of a smile, and said, "You still know my mind." ”

Ah Fu bowed to the ground with his head and said, "The fact that a slave can serve the emperor is a blessing from his previous life." If...... If there is really an afterlife, the slave will definitely serve the emperor again, and at that time, please don't give up the slave. ”

Emperor Han Xian nodded heavily, he couldn't speak for a while, and he didn't know how many smugglers and sycophants he had heard in his life.

If these words were put in Pingyu, it would be nothing more than that, and they would not enter his ears. But now, at this moment, he was inexplicably moved.

He took a deep breath, the mist in his eyes clouding his vision.

The sound of several footsteps came into the room one after another, and Ah Fu's surprised voice suddenly sounded, obviously coming to his surprise.

Emperor Han Xian wiped away the unassuming water stain in his eyes and turned his head to look. Although it was this time, he still had a trace of curiosity, wanting to see who surprised Ah Fu, who had already been determined to die.

"You...... You ......"

Emperor Han Xian jumped up from the dragon chair and asked loudly.

They are the three heads of the three major families today, and the three Shangshu masters of the current dynasty.

"Meet the Emperor......"

The three of them performed the courtesy of the monarch in unison.

Emperor Han Xian stepped forward and picked them up one by one with his own hands.

"The ministers were afraid of the emperor's loneliness, so they came to meet and accompany the emperor." Tang Zonghan said with a smile.

Emperor Han Xian clapped his hand, his mood was agitated, but a generation of supreme beings had their own merits, and after a while, they had calmed down. He looked at the three of them and laughed, "I was wrong. ”

Fang Lingtian asked in surprise: "Your Majesty, what's wrong?" ”

Emperor Han Xian smiled and said, "I am wrong, the most proud thing in my life is not the total annihilation of the Caesar people in front of Lin'an City, but the ......."

His eyes swept over the faces of the three old ministers and the old eunuch Ah Fu one by one.

"Rather...... With these friends. ”

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