Leaving the pile of dead people and returning to the mist, they returned to the lake, but they no longer saw the dragon.

Chen Yihe, Wu Rong and the little palace master healed Dongfang Xing's injuries together.

Dongfang Xing's injuries are very serious, and several meridians in her body have been broken, but fortunately, they are all masters of the same level as her to heal her injuries, and it is estimated that it will only take seven to ten days for her injuries to heal.

Yesterday, they inadvertently found the grave of another acquaintance, which was Zhou Kai's.

"I didn't expect the dignified son to end up like this. Chen Yihe couldn't help but sigh.

"It's already good. Anyway, he also placed a grave for him, Oriental girl, but he didn't even have a grave, so he threw it directly into the pile of dead. Wu Rong is right.

Chen Yihe also had nothing to refute. He doesn't like people like Zhou Kai very much, but when Zhou Kai was a protégé like him, he lost his life, and he inevitably felt some pity, and even sympathy, "It's good that it wasn't me who died......"

Dongfang Xing quietly asked Chen Yihe how the Dragon King was a few times.

Chen Yihe could only shake his head helplessly.

Three days have passed in the blink of an eye, and Dongfang Xing's injury is healing more than half faster than expected. Scooping up a scoop of water and washing his face, Dongfang Xing became beautiful again.

"Sit down, let's discuss what to do next, right?" Chen Yihe said to the little palace master.

The little palace master is like a wooden man, he can sit all day long, motionless, without saying a word, but without losing vigilance, Chen Yihe's words, she began to hear clearly from the first word.

The little palace master got up and walked over.

Wu Rong was also in place, but he said, "It seems that there is no need to discuss......"

Wu Rong sensed someone approaching. Not one person, it's two people.

They manifest in the mist. One walked slowly, one staggered, and his back was bent.

Chen Yihe pulled out his sword, Dongfang Xing and the little palace master stood up, and they looked at the figure that was getting closer and clearer together.

"Whoosh. I didn't see which of the two of them made a move, and a mahjong hit Chen Yihe's face.

"Smack. Chen Yihe obviously dodged, but he still hit a trick on his cheek, and the reddened "second cylinder" left deep and red marks on his face.

"Wipe ......" Chen Yihe touched the corners of his hot, bloody mouth.

It was the sixth elder who made the shot, and he said with a smile, "Hehe, the young man reacted well, otherwise he would have been hit through the head by my second cylinder!"

The fog couldn't cover them.

"Sixth, how many years have we not been here?" the fifth elder spoke, her back bent and she really didn't look like a woman.

"It's been at least thirty years, right?" replied the Sixth Elder rhetorically.

"What a place that people don't like!" The fifth elder didn't seem to see the four young people in front of him as human beings, they were like air in front of her, "I remember that twenty years ago, there was a young man in that batch that I liked very much, with high martial arts, deep cultivation, and quite handsome...... It's just a pity!"

Listening to what the five elders said, Chen Yihe unexpectedly spread out a picture of an old cow eating tender grass in his mind...... "Mu ......"

"If you're still alive, you should be a prince or a hero by now, right?" the Sixth Elder asked.

"But I still admire the sects like the Five Peerless Palaces and the Purgatory Gate the most, I know that the Thousand Sects are wrong, and I haven't sent people here for so many years, but this year, I have made a brain pump, it's really difficult!"

The two old immortals seemed to be talking about double reeds, speaking unscrupulously.

Chen Yihe looked at the little palace master and Wu Rong beside him, and thought of what the Dragon King said before, "It hasn't produced any decent talents for many years, and in the past seventy or eighty years, no disciple has been selected for the Thousand Gates, and I didn't expect that it would stand up again when it was almost forgotten by history." "Now think about it, damn, it's that people don't have the strength, but people see it, and there's something strange about it!

Chen Yihe couldn't hold back, pointed at the two elders in front of him, and scolded, "You old immortals, we desperately want to come in and learn some skills, it's good for you to treat us as guinea pigs, and play around!"

"You've got a bit of a brain. The sixth elder didn't laugh angrily, he pointed at Chen Yihe, "Let's take you first." ”

Chen Yihe flew up and kicked at the six elders.

The body of the sixth elder didn't seem to move, but he clearly dodged the flying kick, and then he raised his hand and used the gold ring on his finger as a weapon to hit Chen Yihe on the back fiercely, and Chen Yihe fell down with a bang!

Splashed dust on the ground.

The whole action is connected, but it is just a moment, and Chen Yihe of the Three Heavens is treated like a doll!

Chen Yihe was subdued by the six elders! He lay on the ground, and the feet of the six elders stepped on his back.

How could Dongfang Xing endure someone bullying Chen Yihe? Raising a palm, the pitch-black true qi overflowed from her palm and blasted towards the six elders.

The speed of the sixth elder was unimaginably fast, and I saw him bend down and pick up Chen Yihe and block him in front of him.

Dongfang Xing didn't have time to stop, so he had to forcibly force his true qi into the sky! "Bang!" It seemed to hit some stone slab, making a roaring sound.

Chen Yihe almost died under Dongfang Xing's palm. Just a little bit.

The six elders were about to kick Chen Yihe's calf, but were stopped by Wu Rong.

Flames rose from the ground and rushed to the feet of the six elders.

The six elders had to raise their feet to dodge, and at the same time, the little palace master rushed out.

The fifth elder made a move, and she punched the little palace master.

The little palace master flashed the hem of his skirt, borrowed his skillful strength, and perfectly unloaded this punch, and saved Chen Yihe!

When everything was settled, the fifth elder couldn't help but shake his head, and cast an appreciative glance at the little palace master, for a person who was about to die at her hands, she did not hesitate to praise her words, "In time, it will become a climate." ”

She gritted her teeth and straightened her back, "But...... There's no way I'm going to give you time to get into the weather!"

......

The northern capital, the imperial capital, the imperial palace.

On the main hall of the huge palace, there are only two people, Shang, Emperor Wenhuang of Zhou, and Gonggong Zhang.

Emperor Zhou Wenhuang sat on the dragon chair, covering his chest with one hand, his golden dragon robe was pulled into folds by him, and he pinched the letter with the other, the letter was crumpled by him, and under the letter, there was a cyan bottle.

At this moment, Emperor Wen Zhou's expression was sad and indignant, his expression was cold, and a deep meaning of pain overflowed from his body and permeated the hall. What a sad dragon power.

As everyone knows, when the gentleman is angry, the blood flows thousands of miles.

Emperor Wen Zhou's anger was hidden under his sadness.

"Your Highness. Gonggong Zhang knelt on the ground, his upper body bowed, trembling, "Please think twice, Your Highness." ”

Emperor Wen of Zhou began to untie the dragon robe in the main hall, and in such a sad environment, he could no longer care about etiquette. The truth is the most important thing.

The pinhole on his right arm has long been gone, and many years of superior royal life have made Zhou Wenhuang's skin very moisturized, but when he touches it with his hand, there will be a faint pain. He didn't know what it was about, he only knew that after he got out of the Senju Gate, there were many more pinholes in his right arm, and he had doubts, but he didn't think much about it.

"Your Highness, don't you really believe what this letter says!" "Gonggong Zhang already knows the contents of the letter, "Whether the prince is alive or dead can't be judged by a letter!"

"Shut up!" Zhou Wenhuang said angrily, he raised the cyan bottle in his hand, "This is the antidote!

"What if it's poison? Who will take this risk! At the very least, you have to find someone or let the old minister test the medicine for you first!" Zhang Gonggong risked his life to admonish, tears flowed down his face, the tears of the Son of Heaven could not be flicked, but he, the eunuch, could cry for the Son of Heaven, "Your Highness, think twice, think again!"

"There's no mistake, I, countless late nights, I will dream of that time that seems to have existed. Zhou Wenhuang said softly, and with that, he took off the cork and drank the liquid in the cyan bottle.

"Your Highness!"

"Son, I will definitely avenge your revenge!"

"Your Highness, do you want to invite the ancestor to be born?"

"Kill chickens with a knife? Gonggong Zhang, send a secret letter to Nan Zhongyi, asking him to send people to encircle and suppress Qianzhongmen on the same day! Inside and outside the city of Nanjiang, kill people when they encounter them! Leave no one alive!"