I don't know how long it took for Hou Bansu to retract his gaze and get up, patting the soil on his robe, no longer looking at the common harvest, but the man in white was not wrong about one thing: sometimes hope is not in the sky, but under the feet.

For so many years, Hou Bansu has always looked at the human race with disgust, but all he sees must be disgust. If Hou Bansu can't completely stay out of the matter, the final result will inevitably be a complete fall into darkness.

The revenge of exterminating the clan is not shared, how dare Hou Bansu not avenge the revenge of the extermination.

The Tianyan Hou family swore to defend the human race for 300,000 years, if Hou Bansu put his sword at each other, where would the sages of the Hou family in the bloody battlefield of the past dynasties.

This is also the real reason why Hou Bansu chose to wander, because once Hou Bansu drew his sword, he completely denied the Hou family's 300,000 years of hard work, and completely confirmed the Hou family's rebellion.

However, the white-clothed Zhang Yi found Hou Bansu's real purpose, and Hou Bansu also knew it!

Hou Wenfu!

Born in the Hou family, not the Hou family, but proficient in the coveted 300,000-year-old Son of Heaven King Sword Duel, it can be said that as long as Hou Wenfu is willing to consume most of the top combat power of the human race alone, the Sword Duel of the Son of Heaven in the same realm is enough to directly erase the opponent's Heavenly Dao mark on the spot, so that the king admired by hundreds of millions of cultivators in the three thousand Dao Prefectures will completely fall on the spot.

Why are hundreds of millions of cultivators in the Three Thousand Dao Prefectures in the King Realm flocking to it, except for the top-level combat power, it is nothing more than the word immortal!

There are so many living beings in the three thousand Dao Prefectures, if they only rely on their natural physique. The human race is mortal in the flesh, and a hundred years is already a long life. The demons are chaotic, but the lifespan is only hundreds to a thousand years, and even the ancient gods have never been able to break through the 1,200-year mark.

However, the lifespan of the kings of the Upper Thirty-Nine Realm is close to 90,000 years, and even if they can reach the Emperor Emperor Realm, they can even survive for 100,000 years, creating an era.

The soul enters the heavenly way, the body is sanctified, and thousands of spells are difficult to erase, this is the realm of kings.

If you want to wipe out on the spot, there are no two kinds, one is that your own strength far surpasses the other party, first cut the flesh with the flesh, and then suppress the heavenly way with the heavenly way to destroy its spirit. The second is earth-shattering killing power.

And the Sword Decision of the Son of Heaven is undoubtedly the latter.

The old slave Hou Bansu, whose family is not from the Hou family, if he wants to seek revenge from the Terran with an iron heart, it will undoubtedly be fatal to the top combat power of the Terran.

And the white-clothed Zhang Yi found Hou Bansu and said those words, just to use Hou Bansu to clamp Hou Wenfu.

If it was a conspiracy, Hou Bansu could have directly shook his head and refused, but this was an upright conspiracy, but Hou Bansu didn't know what to do.

Thousands of miles away, the white-clothed Zhang Yi sat lazily cross-legged on the top of the clouds, although it was lazy, it was not much different from sitting on the front side, after all, the white-clothed Zhang Yi was the yang body outside the body that Zhang Yi practiced on the basis of the entire Terran Wendao luck, and the white-clothed Zhang Yi was the manifestation of the entire Terran cultural luck, if the white-clothed Zhang Yi was lying directly on the top of the clouds, it would be a rectification accident.

The king of Yizhou, who was slapped back to his king's hall by the white-clothed Zhang Yi before, had already led a sword-wielding sword boy to appear on the road to the white-clothed Zhang Yi's return.

In a short period of time, relying on hundreds of Confucian temples around the country, Zhang Yi in white also exhausted most of his strength, he was in a hurry, and of course he could be slower when he left, in addition to the idea of returning slowly, what Zhang Yi in white needed to solve was of course the trouble in front of him.

It's not a big trouble, it's just a pampered king of the lower three realms.

The king was photographed in his own house, and he naturally needed to vent his anger, so he didn't ask for anything else, so he came with a sword boy.

When he was thirty miles away from the man, Zhang Yi in white slowly got up, and the etiquette that should be there is no lack of etiquette. Zi said: The king erects the same salute and does not deceive the pawns.

After the white-clothed Zhang Yi approached the king, he bowed and gave a peer salute, and asked with a smile: "I don't know what the King of Qingtai is doing to find Zhang Yi?" ”

"Sangkoku-sama?" King Qingtai is far away and still doesn't believe it, after all, Zhang Yi in white is indeed relatively young compared to the body, but when it comes to the present, King Qingtai has to believe that this man in white and Zhang Yi give people the feeling that both the soul and the way of heaven are exactly the same, and the soul has done a fake, but who can do it in heaven.

Zhang Yi, who was dressed in a white robe and had black hair tied only by a white silk scarf, was dressed in a gold silk moire dress, and the king of Qingtai, who was almost everywhere with gold, was like Bai Ding seeing that the king was a little weird.

"Sanguni-sama!" King Qingtai confirmed Zhang Yi's identity, and hurriedly made up for the salute, holding the junior ceremony.

Zhang Yi in white has a kind face, but this smile can't help but make people feel a little hairy now.

"I don't know what happened to Lord Xiangguo, what is the so-called matter of coming to my Qingtaizhou, if you can clear Taizhou, you can still make some efforts, if you are a big person in Xiangguo, you can't bear it, let the people look at it, you will also say that we are not sensible as subordinates, and the king of people will also blame." The king of Qingtai hid a knife in his smile, and moved out two mountains to press on top of Zhang Yi's head with his hands and cared about Zhang Yi in white.

If you run into Zhang Yi's body, you will already be slapped up, what kind of mountain? My Zhang Yi is thick-skinned enough, and I don't know which one is as big as the three thousand Daozhou tribes? That doesn't know?

It's just that Zhang Yi in white is the manifestation of the human race's literary movement after all, and because of the rules and regulations of the readers, he is really embarrassed to pump it directly with a big mouth. But Zhang Yi in white is still Zhang Yi after all, dare to ridicule Zhang Yi, is his brain wrong?

"Then you have to bow down, it's serious, it's serious, I'm here to do things in the name of the king, and it's time to go back when it's over."

Of course, the king of Qingtai, who was beaten up with a Tai Chi, was a little reluctant and wanted to fight back against Zhang Yi.

The white-clothed Zhang Yi was willing to give him this opportunity, and directly pursued after the victory: "Isn't it the secret order of the king of people, and the king of Qingtai dares to question it, or does the 'adult' of the king of Qingtai not believe that I am here in the name of the king of people?" ”

The white-clothed Zhang Yi glanced at the Qingtai King with a pale face, and continued: "If the Qingtai King can't trust me Zhang Yi, he can submit a secret letter to the human king, and the human kings all have the right to listen to the heavens with secret letters, or is the Qingtai king preparing to return to the ancient city of Liangzhu with Zhang Yi and meet the human king directly?" ”

King Qingtai's face turned from blue to purple, and he was choked speechless, so he could only smile and say: "Xiao Wang just feels sorry for Lord Xiangguo, why should Lord Xiangguo be aggressive." ”

Zhang Yixiu's mouth was shocked, Zhang Yi in white was so likely to be weak, his big sleeves rolled and turned his back to the King of Qingtai, leaving only a side face, and asked: "Then why does the King of Qingtai have to break the casserole and ask the bottom?" Is it really for the sake of the human race or for someone, is it not the king of Qingtai who is loyal to the king of the people or someone else. ”

"Sanguni-sama!" When the king of Qingtai said this, he was already slightly angry: "You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense, this king swears to be loyal to the human race." ”

A sneer rose at the corner of the white-clothed Zhang Yi's mouth, and he directly said the careful thoughts that came out of his heart: "What if I tell you that I am just an outer body? ”

King Qingtai's eyes were cloudy, and he suddenly became murderous.

The outer body is transformed by the other two Dao flowers on the top of the three flowers after the king's enlightenment, and there is a difference between the yang god and the yin god.

And what made King Qingtai really murderous was that only after the outer body and the body were merged into one, would he be clear about the situation of the outer body. At the same time, once the outer body falls, it is almost irreparable damage to the body.

In the end, the king of Qingtai made up his mind, waved his right hand in a circle in front of him, and held the sword on the right side to set up a sword boy like dead wood, and bent down to hold the sword and send it, and the long sword with a golden handle inlaid with jade and cold light was held in the hand of the king of Qingtai.

The king of Qingtai is in front of the sword, and the sword body covers his eyes: "Although this king is not a kendo preacher, but he also prefers swordsmanship. ”

Zhang Yi, who was clothed in white, took the initiative to turn around, looked at this bold King of Qingtai, pretended to be surprised and asked knowingly: "Does King Qingtai want to leave Zhang Yi in you, the Qingtai Human Realm State?" ”

Zhang Yi did not hesitate to come here for a short time away from the Dushu Prefecture, as long as the King of Qingtai could leave Zhang Yi's external body, he would naturally know what Zhang Yi's purpose was here, and at the same time, he could also hit Zhang Yi hard, so why not do that. Explain that the king of Qingtai has always been bound to get enough rewards for 'reporting'.

King Qingtai didn't bother to disguise, with a wave of his big hand, an invisible enchantment directly enveloped here, and the strange sword boy quickly withdrew with the rapidly expanding enchantment, and his body was always one step faster than the enchantment.

"Lord Xiangguo merged again, and asked knowingly." Without waiting for the white-clothed Zhang Yi to answer, the King of Qingtai had already swung his sword and stabbed him.

The sword moves are mediocre, there are no bells and whistles, just a simple stab, but the avenue is simple, this ordinary sword contains the manifestation of the avenue of the king of Qingtai, and it can be said that there is no suspense in the sword of heaven and man.

Even if Zhang Yi's strength is higher than that of the King of Qingtai, the King of Qingtai is confident that he will fight with it and can leave it.

The white-clothed Zhang Yi was expressionless, did not take a step back, and the manifestation of the human race's cultural movement naturally had endless heroic verses in his chest.

"I'm good at nurturing the spirit of Haoran."

The white-clothed Zhang Yi showed his mouth and vomited, the hanging river opened the way, and the heavy rain poured down behind him, but it was not the rain that fell, but a mighty long poem, in the poetry rain, a bust of Zhang Yi in white clothes who looked like him but was more scholarly manifested out, and the right hand stretched out his thumb and index finger lightly pinched the graceful and luxurious sword, and the sword of heaven and man became an empty talk completely.

King Qingtai's face was terrified, this is his own fiefdom, and he said that it was like a saint sitting in a small world? got the right time, place and people, and in the end, he was broken by two fingers?

The king of Qingtai decisively gave up his beloved long sword and wanted to flee backwards.

Zhang Yi, who was clothed in white, spoke: "Come and don't be rude." ”

With a flick of his fingers, the long sword was bounced towards the king of Qingtai, the tail of the sword was reversed, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the king of Qingtai.

The white-clothed Zhang Yi smiled: "If the main body comes, I will have to deal with you with some energy, but since it is me, there will not be so many accidents." ”

looked at the King of Qingtai who was scrambling to pick up the sword with a frightened face. Zhang Yi, who was in white, explained: "Don't you understand? ”

"Qingtai Prefecture is indeed your Qingtai King's sage small world, but the entire human race territory is my Zhang Yi's sage small world!"

was reminded like this, and the king of Qingtai suddenly woke up: "Zhang Yi! How dare you ......"