Li Mingqing said it so clearly, Li Weiqing naturally understood it, and even made him a little eager to try:

"So, big brother, you actually just want to use your strength to deter the Emperor of Chu and make him hand over the Qi Luck Ding?"

Li Mingqing nodded, but then explained:

"The Emperor of Chu has disappeared, and we just want the current ruler of Chu to give an explanation.

Iron-clad princes, flowing water dynasty!

It doesn't matter if they're Da Yan or Da Chu, I don't care, as long as it doesn't affect our own power. ”

Li Weiqing laughed and said:

"This matter is too simple, I'll go directly to the palace of Chu State, just arrest the person in charge now, and by the way, ask who the secret demon gate that appeared in the capital of Chu State is!

In this way, your affairs are solved, and mine matters are solved together! ”

Li Mingqing frowned and said:

"There may not be no innate masters in the palace, little brother, how far have you cultivated? Don't be reckless. ”

Li Weiqing said with a smile:

"If you compare it to the martial artists of the mortal realm, I am a great realm higher than the martial saint.

It can be said that the Martial Saint can't make three moves under me. ”

Li Mingqing was suddenly relieved, and at this moment, Xiahou Yue, the Marquis of Wuchang, who was the most noble among the princes of the Thirteen Roads, sneered and said:

"The tone is not small, I happen to have a martial saint-level master in Jingzhou come to the army, do you want to come out and try it?"

Li Weiqing frowned, and was about to agree.

Li Mingqing came out to play a round and said:

"Marquis Wuchang, our thirteen road princes will meet in order to put pressure on the capital, how can we fight internally at this time?"

Several other princes also immediately came forward to persuade them, and when the Marquis of Wuchang saw this, he didn't say anything more.

At this moment, a big flag suddenly descended from the top of Shouyang Pass, and Shang Tianjun, who was dressed in a black robe, jumped down from the city wall with a flag in his hand, and directly planted the flag four or five hundred meters in front of the altar of the princes of the Thirteenth Road.

The big word 'beating' is written on the banner.

Fang Yueying watched Shang Tianjun's domineering appearance, and was relieved in her heart.

Just now, Fang Yueying had reached an agreement with Shang Tianjun, Shang Tianjun would do things for Fang Yueying for ten years, Fang Yueying would not kill him, and as soon as the ten years were up, he would be set free immediately.

Shang Tianjun's life-and-death battle was in the hands of Fang Yueying at this time, so naturally there was no reason not to agree.

So there was a scene where Shang Tianjun fought instead of Fang Yueying.

For Fang Yueying, if she can let others do it, she will be more comfortable to rest more.

Holding the five-element fan in his hand, sitting on the Taishi's chair, and sitting on the city wall to watch others fight, wouldn't it be happy?

The recovery power of the Drought Demon Body was amazing, and after three days of cultivation, it had fully recovered, and this Celestial Monarch jumped down from the city wall, and suddenly looked majestic.

Shang Tianjun planted the ring flag on the ground at will, walked a few steps towards the stage of the princes' alliance, and suddenly shouted:

"The princes of the Thirteenth Road, but Tuji Wagou, can anyone dare to fight with me?"

Li Weiqing saw that this person was so arrogant, and he was about to make a move, and suddenly thought that just now Wuchang Hou said that they had some martial saints, and they were in the army, and said with a smile:

"Marquis Wuchang, aren't there any martial saint-level masters in your army?

Now there's a chance to perform!

I don't think the strength of this person is bad, I'm afraid he is also a master of the Mortal Realm Martial Saint level, let your Martial Saint try it. ”

Marquis Wuchang glanced at Li Weiqing coldly, did not argue with him for words, walked back to his big tent in person, walked to a tent, and suddenly said in a loud voice:

"Someone in Shouyang Pass asks for battle, please take it down from the Northern Xuanwu Saint."

After a short while, there was a reply from the tent.

"Marquis Wuchang will wait a while, and the poor monk will come later."

Marquis Wuchang waited outside the tent for a cup of tea, and a tall monk came out of the tent.

This person was covered in red copper, two meters tall, and his eyebrows and beard were all the color of bronze, as if he had refined some kind of body protection technique to the realm of supernatural perfection.

Even Li Weiqing and the other three monks secretly frowned when they saw it.

Although this person is not an immortal cultivator, the name of the martial saint in the world is really not a false rumor, although I feel that it is still a little worse than them, but it is already on the same level as them.

Marquis Wuchang was very respectful to this person.

Put your hands together and bow to the great monk before he spoke:

"Northern Xuanwu Sage, in front of Shouyang Pass, there is a warrior who stands in the ring, blocking our way, please ask the Northern Xuanwu Sage to make a move and subdue him."

The great monk nodded, and when he looked around, he saw a flag hunting in the wind, and a tall and thin man stood under the flag, with his hands folded, as if he was waiting for the comer to challenge, but he was too far away to see the appearance clearly.

The great monk didn't say much, kicked his feet hard, and after a few steps, he jumped in front of Shang Tianjun.

Shang Tianjun couldn't help but be stunned when he saw someone coming, old friend!

"Great Monk Beixuan, are you going to challenge me?"

Shang Tianjun asked with some curiosity.

The great monk of Beixuan is an evil monk of Buddhism, and he is of the same generation, I don't know how many times he has fought, and Shang Tianjun can win almost every time.

"Amitabha."

The great monk of Beixuan pronounced a Buddha horn, and then said in surprise:

"Ah, offended, it turned out to be Shang Tianjun Daoyou,

The poor monk will go back. ”

After the Great Monk of Beixuan finished speaking, he slowly retreated to the territory where the princes of the Thirteenth Route were located.

Immediately, the princes of the Thirteenth Road, including the Marquis of Wuchang, were dumbfounded.

After returning to the camp, seeing the Marquis of Wuchang looking at him intently, the great monk of Beixuan shook his head and said:

"It's an old friend, I can't beat it, I can't beat it!"

With that, he walked back to the tent.

Leave the crowd there looking at each other.

Wuchanghou's face was suddenly gloomy.

The great monk of Beixuan couldn't take the person opposite, so wouldn't they come for nothing this time?

After all, their biggest reliance on breaking Shouyang Pass is this martial saint-level figure, without him, even if there are nearly 200,000 horses of the Thirteenth Road Princes, it will be difficult to help Shouyang Pass, and I am afraid that they will be forced to withdraw because of the lack of food!

Li Weiqing was amused by the great monk and laughed:

"This great monk is really interesting.

Marquis Wuchang, this is the martial saint you called, it seems that the strength is very limited! ”

Marquis Wuchang frowned, and reprimanded angrily:

"The Northern Xuanwu Saint can't do it, could it be you?

You can do it! ”

"I'll go up, I'll go on!"

Li Weiqing let out a clear drink, and his body flew towards Shouyang Pass out of thin air.

When Li Weiqing and the three of them came over before, the Marquis of Wuchang and the other twelve princes were facing Shouyang Pass and swore an oath to the sky, so they did not see the scene of the three of them breaking through the sky with their own eyes.

At this time, seeing Li Weiqing rising from the ground, faster than the Beixuan monk, he realized that the person he had just reprimanded was actually an immortal cultivator.

All of a sudden, cold sweat broke out on his head.