The Yunran Continent Rookie Tournament is going on calmly, and the picture of the first round of preliminary selection is constantly transmitted to the martial arts arena, compared to the fierce battle situation in other regions, the picture transmitted from the Wind Three Region is a little lackluster, but these crowds watching the battle in the square are simply unexpected, and the real picture in the Wind Three Region is already full of blood and murder.

Zhang Jingyao had already left the seating area under the escort of dozens of guards, and the seats that belonged to him were empty. Even the people in the Immortal Mansion around him didn't know when he left.

The imperial palace of the Kaiping Empire is located in the north of the martial arts arena, and the northernmost hall of the imperial palace is a gorgeous six-story building.

At this time, it was early spring, and the breeze passed gently through the inside and outside of the imperial capital. Zhang Jingyao overlooked the martial arts arena and the entire grand imperial capital, with a satisfied and slightly proud look in his eyes.

For the qiē he got six years ago, his heart is still full of pride.

When someone came over, Zhang Jingyao had already closed his eyes and was half-leaning on the railing, as if he had been drunk to death and did not want to wake up.

The man in black looked at the situation over there and did not bother, but waited quietly on the side.

Because he knew that every once in a while, Zhang Jingyao would come to this place to rest, and he had been following the person in front of him for ten years, and he had seen the other party's ruthless methods and strategies to hit with one blow.

But in the past ten years, Zhang Jingyao has indeed paved the existing glory with blood and white bones, and he stood aside to witness this qiē, and also knew that after the other party's ruthlessness was exchanged for a great country, his heart was also tense all the time.

It was the only place he could unload his baggage, even if it was just for a moment.

"When did you come?" Zhang Jingyao opened his eyes and sat upright, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and asked in a deep voice.

"Just now. ”

"What's going on in the Wind Third District?" Zhang Jingyao looked at the noisy scene in the martial arts arena and said coldly.

"一qiē is very smooth, but ......"

"Speak. Zhang Jingyao was a little impatient, and subconsciously, he felt a trace of unease.

"Her Royal Highness seems to already know about this. The man in black paused, and had no choice but to speak.

"Got it, you go down first. Zhang Jingyao wanted to say something more, but there was a different color in his eyes, he glanced at the hall without moving, and then sent the people around him away.

When the man in black left, a white shadow passed by him and came to Zhang Jingyao.

"No moon see majesty. Shang Wuyue knelt on one knee in front of Zhang Jingyao.

Looking at the handsome young man who was half-kneeling on the ground, Zhang Jingyao said shallowly after half a sound: "Wuyue, you are now an elite disciple of the God of War Temple, and you don't need to make such a big gift according to the rules, get up quickly." ”

"Wuyue is only able to achieve today's achievements thanks to His Majesty's great grace, and naturally I dare not forget it. Shang Wuyue responded deferentially, and then stood up.

"Wuyue, what are you here for?" Zhang Jingyao turned around, looked at the martial arts arena on the front and back, put his hands behind his back, and asked lightly.

But he actually knew the purpose of Shang Wuyue's coming here, and Shang Wuyue also knew that Zhang Jingyao knew what he wanted to say.

With a sneer on the corner of his mouth, Shang Wuyue looked at the tall figure in front of him, Zhang Jingyao's cultivation was indeed quite strong, even after five years of crazy penance in the Temple of the God of War and an adventure in the Mangyuan, he was still not his opponent.

But the road ahead belongs to young people, Shang Wuyue is only thirty-one years old now, and his long cultivation coupled with his amazing achievements makes him look no more than twenty-two or three years old.

For Zhang Jingyao, his greatest achievement is nothing more than the emperor of a secular empire, while he Shang Wuyue is different, his ambition cannot be accommodated even by the Immortal Mansion.

Indeed, there is no need for him to still act as obedient and obedient to Zhang Jingyao at this juncture, even if Kaiping has made great efforts to cultivate him, but he knows that it is just a transaction. If he didn't have extraordinary talent, who would look at him more, let alone a ruthless character like Zhang Jingyao.

But there is one more thing that Zhang Jingyao dreams of by his side, to be more accurate, it is a person.

Five years ago, he could never forget that face in his life.

"Your Majesty, I am now the first person in the new generation of disciples of the God of War Temple, about the ...... with Her Royal Highness the Princess"

Zhang Jingyao turned around and looked at Shang Wuyue's eyes, and an invisible momentum appeared around him, "But don't forget, she is also the first person in the Dark Night Sect, and the Three Holy Maidens of the Immortal Mansion." ”

Shang Wuyue's conditions are indeed excellent, whether it is appearance or cultivation temperament, it can be called the best choice. But even such superior conditions are not worthy of all women in the world.

Shang Wuyue smiled, as if he had anticipated this answer in advance, he quietly took out a jade plaque from his cuff and put it on the railing, taking in Zhang Jingyao's expression from the corner of his eye.

The look of victory in Shang Wuyue's eyes became more and more obvious, and what flickered in the deepest part of that look was a kind of hideousness that was becoming more and more undisguised.

Zhang Jingyao picked up the cyan jade plate on the railing, and his expression became solemn. For the emperor of a big country, the powerhouse of the Yuan Shen Realm, who is known as the number one master in the secular world, there are not many things that can make him feel heavy, and he is one of them.

"When did this happen? You joined them?" Zhang Jingyao clenched the jade plate and looked at Shang Wuyue head-on. The indifference in his eyes had all subsided, because now he knew that the person in front of him was no longer the young cultivator who obeyed him five years ago.

Zhang Jingyao once thought that Shang Wuyue would one day have the opportunity to talk to him on an equal footing or even surpass him, but what he never expected was that this day would come so early.

The brief silence is like suffocation, which is not in the script set by Zhang Jingyao.

Shang Wuyue didn't say a word, he would definitely not speak first, but the victory or defeat here was already self-evident.

The picture on the martial arts arena is constantly tumbling, and the wonderful battle situation transmitted from it makes people's eyes overwhelmed, among which the picture of the transmission of the three areas of the wind suddenly flickered, and between the woods and the mountain peaks in the spatial picture, the pale black mist rose, but became thicker and thicker, and the light was refracted and dispersed in it, turning into all kinds of strange lines.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the crowd.

People looked there, and the black mist had completely enveloped the teleportation screen, and then the hedron that made up the teleportation screen suddenly burst, and the sound of the explosion was transmitted to the palace.

The moment the sound of the explosion came, Zhang Jingyao's eyes widened.

Zhang Jingyao came to his senses, he looked sideways at the terrifying young man around him who was already a little incomprehensible, and the palm holding the jade plate secretly tightened, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Wuyue, you are indeed a rare talent, what do you want if you have a son-in-law, it's just ......"

"As you know, Ling Xi is no ordinary girl, and even I can't dominate her thoughts. ”

"I understand this, as long as His Majesty does not object, it is enough. Shang Wuyue said confidently.

"I have no objection, but there is one condition. ”

"Your Majesty wants me to kill someone. Shang Wuyue had already spoken first.

"It seems that I don't need to say more, okay, let's talk about the matter in front of you, Feng San's teleportation spar burst, it seems that the things we plan have reached the most critical stage, and the following things are up to you. ”

Shang Wuyue looked coldly towards the martial arts arena, "I understand Your Majesty, the head you want, I will be able to get it back with you soon." ”

After saying this, Shang Wuyue retreated.

Zhang Jingyao looked at the martial arts arena in the distance, and his eyes welled up with complicated feelings, and he remembered a lot of things.

The first time he met Shang Wuyue was eight years ago, when he was still a great power of the empire, and Shang Wuyue was already an indispensable part of his long-term plan.

His plan was an unprecedented success, he succeeded in seizing power in the Empire, Shang Wuyue achieved the results he needed under his careful cultivation, and the only thing that surprised him was that this chess piece was not just the material of the chess piece.

Shang Wuyue has grown to a height high enough to set up a chess game, and this chess game is not small, even so big that before he knows it, he Zhang Jingyao has also been included in it.

A terrible young man indeed.

As for the ambition in Shang Wuyue's heart, he can roughly guess a lot, the country and the beauty are what every man dreams of, not to mention the extraordinary talent of Shang Wuyue, what kind of Cheng dù is his country, Zhang Jingyao can't imagine it, but that beauty, he knows.

He not only knew Shang Wuyue's desire for her, but also knew the difficulty of wanting it.

Zhang Jingyao couldn't help but think that when Xun Changfeng was still born and died with him, he had seen too many women's infatuation with Xun Changfeng, and the kind of Yanfu was inherited from Xun Changfeng's only son, and the person who was poisoned this time was actually his favorite daughter.

And gradually, he discovered that Xun Qiu inherited not only these, but also the extraordinary cultivation talent, the power of this talent has faintly shown the clues of surpassing Xun Changfeng.

He must hurry up and stop this qiē!

This rookie battle is the best chance, if he fails again this time, he will not be allowed to go down that road of no return, and becoming like that is really not what he wants to see.

As for Shang Wuyue, now they are just using each other. One mountain does not tolerate two tigers, even if he doesn't say much, a battle between Shang Wuyue and Xun is inevitable.

As for who lives and who dies between them, Zhang Jingyao doesn't care, even if Shang Wuyue cuts off Xun Qiu's head, Ling Xi will not be with him, and if Xun Qiu wins the final victory, he should not be in the world at that time.

Who she was with at that time, and what did it matter?

"Xinyan, your revenge has been avenged for six years, and I still have a few six years to live. ”

His hand landed on the railing, tapping continuously. Until the man in black came back again.

Zhang Jingyao also opened his eyes and said slowly, "Let's go." ”