Yuan Ziyan chuckled, shook his head and said, "Vulnerable to a blow, I don't know whether I live or die!"

The city guard officer spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

"General!" the other six city guards hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

The city guard pushed everyone's hands violently, wiped the corners of his mouth fiercely, and glared at Yuan Ziyan with hatred.

Yuan Ziyan smiled: "What, do you want to do it?"

The city guard officer looked at the ridicule of her beautiful face, and he couldn't hold back his anger anymore, so he took out an iron pipe from his arms and pulled it towards the sky.

"Woo ——!" A scream rose into the sky.

"Bang!" the sky exploded.

Yuan Ziyan could have stopped it completely, but he didn't care about letting him send a signal and looked at him with a smile.

Her smile was like a flower, her face was radiant, and several city guards were still obsessed with obsession in their eyes, even though they were vigilant in their hearts and were overwhelmed by the momentum.

Yuan Ziyan was accustomed to this kind of gaze, and he didn't think it was strange, he only looked at the sky with interest, and then looked at the dozen or so martial arts masters who shot over.

The eighteen Great Light Realm grandmasters can be regarded as masters, although they are vulnerable in front of her.

She shook her head, a look of disappointment.

The two great grandmasters came in the void and fell to the side of the city guard, looking at Yuan Ziyan.

Yuan Ziyan also looked at them.

He is about sixty years old, burly as a bear, with a square face and a round face, both of which are majestic and solemn, not angry and arrogant.

The square-faced old man said in a deep voice: "Girl, you are ......"

Yuan Ziyan's red lips snorted at the city guard: "Let him say, I'm too lazy to bother!"

The city guard officer looked at the two old men and said busily: "Elder Fang, she claims to be the sect leader envoy of the first Qinglian Holy Sect on Xiyang Island. ”

"Qinglian Holy Sect?" the square-faced old man frowned and glanced at the round-faced old man.

"When did the Qinglian Holy Sect become the first sect on Xiyang Island?" The round-faced old man said lightly: "As far as I know, the first sect is the Divine Landing Peak, right?"

"Now it's the Blue Lotus Holy Sect. Yuan Ziyan chuckled: "You are not blind, you should see it, this is a disciple of the Holy Sect, the sect leader is personally under his control!"

She pointed her hand back.

More than a hundred Templar disciples looked at them lightly.

The two old men nodded slowly.

With more than 100 great masters, it is indeed not an exaggeration to call it the first sect, even in Dasu, it can be called the first sect!

These more than 100 great masters are not inferior to themselves, the original Dasu is not afraid of these great masters, but the current Dasu can't stop it.

What are they going to do?

The letter is fake, isn't it directly going to attack Mingdu, attack Dasu, and eliminate the court of Dasu?

Thinking of this, he was anxious.

Hurry to find a way to crack it, and you must not fight, otherwise it will be bad and the consequences will be unimaginable.

Yuan Ziyan frowned and said impatiently: "The sect leader has a letter to the Emperor of Dasu, can you call the shots?"

“...... Come with me, let us talk to the emperor, how to arrange it, and the Ministry of Rites will be the master. ”

"Okay, okay. Yuan Ziyan waved his jade hand impatiently.

The two old men led them into the Ming capital.

The disciples of the Templar looked left and right, watching with relish and interest.

The buildings on the street, the stone slabs under their feet, the things sold in the shops, the clothes they wear, and the expressions on their faces all arouse their curiosity.

Seeing them like this, the two old men glanced at each other and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that they are not murderous and don't want to do it, so try not to do it.

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Mingxin Temple

As the main hall where Emperor Dasu usually deals with state affairs, the Mingxin Hall is heavily guarded, with three layers inside and three layers outside.

There are dozens of palace maids and eunuchs, each performing their duties, seemingly chaotic but busy and orderly.

Emperor Lu Yuanhua of Dasu was reviewing the folds, and suddenly a little eunuch came lightly outside the main hall, poked his head and retracted it.

The middle-aged eunuch who was waiting under the Danqi left silently, came to the outside of the main hall, and returned a moment later.

"What's the matter?" Lu Yuanhua put down the fold and looked up.

He has a long face, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and looks a little weak, but his eyes are fierce and compelling, and he is not angry and arrogant.

"Your Majesty, there is a visitor from afar. ”

"Who?"

"The sect leader of the Blue Lotus Holy Sect on Xiyang Island sent a letter. The middle-aged eunuch pulled out a letter from his sleeve and presented it with both hands.

"Xiyang Island...... Qinglian Holy Sect ......" Lu Yuanhua frowned.

The middle-aged eunuch's loyal face showed solemnity: "Your Majesty, Xiyang Island is the land of the extreme west, and the disciples of the Qinglian Holy Sect can be resurrected, immortal and immortal. ”

"Well, I think I've heard of it. ”

"The slave maid heard that it was the Holy Hall of the relatives of the head of the Qinglian Holy Sect who came to deliver the letter, and there were more than a hundred great grandmasters. ”

"More than a hundred great grandmasters?" Lu Yuanhua's face sank: "All sent here?"

"Yes. ”

"What does this mean?" Lu Yuanhua sneered: "It's not that you're worried about the long distance, so you sent so many great grandmasters to escort you, right?"

"Your Majesty," the middle-aged eunuch said, "It may also be that I heard that our Dasu is strong, so it will be like this." ”

"Well, that's right. Lu Yuanhua's face softened.

He tore open the letter and quickly glanced at it, but his face suddenly became gloomy, and he slapped the dragon case violently.

"Smack!" a stack of pieces on the dragon case scattered and scattered.

The middle-aged eunuch looked at Lu Yuanhua with a calm expression.

Lu Yuanhua threw the letter away.

The middle-aged eunuch took it and looked at it, and his face sank: "Your Majesty, I didn't expect Xiao Jingshan to take refuge in him!"

"What a Netherworld Sword Sect!" Lu Yuanhua sneered.

He stood up and paced, his eyes blazing like flames.

"Your Majesty is angry, the dragon body is important, but a mere swordsman is not worth hurting the dragon body. The middle-aged eunuch put the letterhead back on the dragon case and persuaded softly.

"Xiao Jingshan! Your Majesty will kill him!" Lu Yuanhua stopped pacing and slowly spit out this sentence.

"Yes. The middle-aged eunuch said: "Xiao Jingshan violated the oath of the Netherworld Sword Sect all along, he is a traitor to the Netherworld Sword Sect, the oath of the Netherworld Sword Sect is extremely accurate, he will be killed by the thunder!"

"I'm going to send someone to kill him personally!" Lu Yuanhua said in a deep voice.

The middle-aged eunuch nodded lightly: "Yes." ”

Lu Yuanhua fell silent.

He kicked hard.

"Bang bang bang!" The dragon case flew out and knocked down several Taishi chairs.

The dim sum tea cup and the fold on the dragon case flew out together, making a mess of the floor of the hall that was as clean as a bronze mirror.

The middle-aged eunuch's expression remained unchanged and calm.

Lu Yuanhua's face returned to normal, and he said lightly: "Pen and ink are waiting, I want to write a reply." ”

"Yes. The middle-aged eunuch waved his hand.

A few little eunuchs and palace maids quickly came in, and their hands and feet were quickly cleaned up, and the middle-aged eunuch personally studied ink in front of a Xuan case.

"Your Majesty. The middle-aged eunuch put down the ink and held the pen with both hands.

Lu Yuanhua picked up the pen and ink, stopped after writing a few words, thought about it, wrote again, and stopped after a few words.

A letter was written for half an hour, and when he threw the pen, regardless of the splash of ink, he said hatefully: "Send it back." ”

"Yes. The middle-aged eunuch lifted the two pages of plain notes, blew lightly, sealed them, and bowed with his fists and withdrew.

When he returned to the Mingxin Palace, he saw that Emperor Lu Yuanhua was still sitting motionless in the dragon chair, his eyes were lost and in a daze.

"Sent over?"

"Yes. ”

"They're gone?"

"Yes. ”

"Hey, I also have a day in Dasu!" Lu Yuanhua let out a sneer: "I deserve to be the emperor!"

The middle-aged eunuch bowed his head: "Your Majesty, the first emperor pretended to be crazy for three years in order to dominate the world and paralyze the rest of the country. ”

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