"Please pass on the word to the prince, this matter must give a result, this is what our abbot meant......"

When Wu rushed over, the monks of Daming Temple were negotiating with people.

On the side of the palace, a goatee in a cyan costume was negotiating with the people on both sides, and the people from Jinghai Academy next to him seemed to have finished talking.

"What the abbot master, I will definitely tell the prince. It's just that there must be some misunderstanding in this matter, our Jinghai Wangfu has always stood on the same front as Daming Temple, and when our little prince was born, the abbot master also came to bless him. In my opinion, this matter must have been done by a madman from the Aragami Sect pretending to be the little prince, wanting to destroy the friendship between our palace and Daming Temple. "The person who can be pushed out by the palace must be the best at doing this kind of thing.

In a few sentences, the responsibility was pushed away, and the basin was deducted from the Aragami Sect by the way.

Anyway, the Aragami Sect often does this kind of dirty work.

When the True Martial Sect attacked Emperor Qi before, it was played like this. That time it was said that the Heavenly Masters had joined the Aragami Sect, but what was the result?

So this routine.

They are all cooked.

Like the emperor's new clothes, everyone knew about it, but no one debunked it. This is also the best strategy to maintain the balance of representation, and the monk sent by the Daming Temple obviously understands this truth, and only nods his head in agreement, but does not express his opinion.

"Regarding the loss of Daming Temple and Jinghai Academy this time, our palace ...... here"

The goatee-bearded scribe was talking when a foot suddenly kicked out from the side. With a single hit, he kicked his whole body out of the air and crashed into the flower bed behind him.

It took a long time to come back to his senses, and the goatee stood up against the wall.

A mouthful of blood spat out of 'Wow'.

I forgot everything I was going to say next, and now the goatee only felt like he had been hit by a bison, and his bones were broken. There was a lake of pulp in his head, and at this time he saw that a group of people from the True Martial Sect had also come.

The person who kicked him just now was the current owner of Tsing Yi.

The wanted criminal set by the Emperor.

"I don't care what the two of them count, but this time in our True Martial Sect, you must give an explanation, otherwise we will go to war!"

Wu Chong, who had finished kicking, was refreshed.

Although he didn't kick the door, it was the same to kick someone, looking at the goatee's outfit, he should still have some status in the palace. The strength is also good, and he didn't lose his breath on the spot after receiving a kick.

"You!

”

It took a long time for the goatee to regain his breath, and when he looked at the arrogant and domineering Wu Chong, he couldn't wait to rush up and hack him to death.

"Rebirth: The Great Age of Waves"

It's just that when he came out this time, King Jinghai specially explained.

No matter what the price is, this incident must be calmed down and not have any impact on the palace. Fighting and calculating in secret is a secret thing, and on the surface, their Jinghai Mansion must be on the side of the three major sects.

"The one in the black armor over there, go pour me a glass of water."

Wu Chong recognized the black armor capital over there.

Last time, this guy kicked the door of his backyard.

"I'm not a negotiator." The black armor responded expressionlessly.

The last time the little prince didn't do it properly, he already lost points. I don't know what the little prince will do with him later, thinking of this, the black armor is bored for a while, and he has no heart to deal with Wu Chong.

"Don't fall? Then let's go to war. ”

Wu Chong waved his sleeves, turned around and was about to leave.

Ma Runan and the others he brought over were even more preferential, and when they saw him turn around, they all followed and made the appearance of leaving.

With this attitude, the people who looked at the Daming Temple and Jinghai Academy next to them were stunned.

The new owner of the Tsing Yi building, doesn't he know the rules?

The undercurrent is surging, and the surface is peaceful.

This is the core of their class struggle. Everyone talked about it like this, why did a table flip pop up.

"Wait!"

Goatee forcibly suppressed the anger, forcibly suppressed the injury that was kicked out by Wu Chong just now, and said to the black armor.

"Go pour water!"

Hei Jiadu's face was angry, but after seeing the goatee's expression, he still forcibly suppressed his anger and poured Wu Chong a glass of water. After pouring the water, the black armor left without looking back, and he couldn't stay in front of him, and he didn't know how he would be embarrassed if he continued to stay here.

"I wonder what the landlord wants to talk about? This matter must have nothing to do with our royal palace. ”

Goatee's expression was indifferent.

If it weren't for King Jinghai's orders, he would have wanted to leave with his sleeves brushed up.

"My Senior Brother Ding has a broken arm."

Wu Chong took a sip of water and walked to the chaise longue with a goatee in front of him and sat down.

He came here to embarrass the Jinghai Palace, and with the residual power of the senior sister, it would be too wasteful if he didn't borrow it well. Many times, you don't necessarily get respect for giving in and talking well, but you may also be perceived as weak by the other party.

"Lao Ding, he is single, and he has no wife, and now his right hand is broken, just like a dead wife......"

Wu Chong was full of nonsense.

But the consciousness was silently dispersed.

His divine sense is different from that of the warriors of this world, and it is difficult for anyone who has not fought with him to detect his probe.

"Dad, just let those people outside make trouble?"

"They look like they're here to find fault."

The inner courtyard of the royal palace.

The little prince Yang Tianluo listened to the noisy sounds outside, and the whole person seemed a little irritable.

He also had some injuries on his body, and he also suffered some injuries in the Eight Great Celestial-Human level confrontations, but fortunately, he was protected by others, and the injuries were not serious.

"There are no regrets, and you must admit whether you win or lose."

King Jinghai sat quietly in front of a wooden table, on which a plain white rice paper was spread.

He paused with the brush in his hand, and the ink condensed on the tip of the brush, as if it would drip at any moment.

"You didn't do a good job this time."

King Jinghai began to put down his pen, the ink was stained on the rice paper, and a drop of plum blossom pile was dotted.

"It's all to blame on that crazy woman from the True Martial Arts Sect!"

Recalling what had happened before, a trace of hatred flashed in Yang Tianluo's eyes.

The previous plan was originally very smooth, and if the plan went well, the celestials of the three major sects here could also be killed by them. But no one expected that it was Su Daoyu who was sent by the True Martial Sect.

All their plans were smashed to pieces in front of Su Daoyu's absolute strength.

The Lord of the Immortal Altar, who had originally negotiated cooperation, turned his face on the spot, not only did he not besiege the three major sects with them, but also took advantage of the chaos to sneak attack one of their celestial beings in the palace, causing the plan to fail completely.

Now that he has killed some inconsequential primordial god realms, he has put things on the table.

"A loss is a loss, a perfect plan is impossible to fail, and this time it can be regarded as a lesson for you."

King Jinghai didn't look at Yang Tianluo, he knew his son's character.

"Go down and think about it, when you figure it out, when you can go out."

"Yes."

Yang Tianluo replied unwillingly, turned around and left the study.