"Listen, I'm not short of money. With that, Ye Fei turned around and left.

"Childe is slow," the man got up, "three years, if Childe can't do it within three years, then you have to talk about it if you want to, and you have to talk about it if you don't want to." ”

"Three years is too fast, ten years!"

"No, five years at most. ”

"I'll give way one more step, seven years. ”

"I can't decide this matter, so I'll discuss it later. ”

Out of the Tonghong Inn, Ye Fei returned to the Divine Sword Pavilion with an umbrella.

The middle-aged man just now should be the master of the Kunpeng boss, as for whether he is from the Great Inner Secret Pavilion, it remains to be verified.

That's why he didn't talk to the man too much.

The man's last few words were to give him two choices, one was to hand over the Wanmeng order, and the other was to dissolve the Wanbang Alliance.

If the man is really a member of the secret cabinet, it means that the court is afraid of the rivers and lakes and wants to control the entire rivers and lakes.

Although all dynasties and generations have never interfered in the rivers and lakes, no king can let people go unfettered:

The Tianyin Pavilion of the previous dynasty was established in order to control the rivers and lakes;

The same is true of today's Western Shu and Northern Liao, with the former establishing the Yin and Yang faction as a national faction to suppress other Jianghu forces;

The latter recruited all the masters into the Honglu Temple, which was directly used by the imperial court, and sent the disciples handed over by the Honglu Temple to the rivers and lakes, established the power of the rivers and lakes, and then crowned the officials and knights, and invisibly controlled the rivers and lakes of Northern Liao.

Thinking of this, Ye Fei suddenly wanted to go back to Kunlun Mountain, and now that he thinks about it, the days on Kunlun Mountain in the past are really happy and happy.

It's a pity that there is no going back to those days.

Not long after Ye Fei returned to the Divine Sword Pavilion, Yang Yiyi found him. She told Ye Fei that the Sword God had agreed to take him to the Wuzhao Academy tomorrow to watch the martial arts competition, but there was one condition - Ye Fei could be mixed in as a disciple of the Divine Sword Pavilion.

For this reason, Yang Yiyi also asked Ye Fei to think of a new name, and Ye Fei said a name without thinking about it - Zhang San.

......

A day later.

The snow finally stopped, after three days and three nights of continuous snow.

Early in the morning, a large number of people poured into the swallows.

In the end, these people are not all people who practice martial arts, most of them are ordinary people in Bianjing City.

The martial arts competition between Wuzhao Temple and Northern Liao Honglu Temple is known to everyone in Bianjing City.

The front of Wuzhaoyuan was so surrounded that Jing Zhaoyin had to send additional men to maintain order, and asked for assistance from the Hujie infantry and the Longjie horse army.

The people gathered here, out of the excitement, more to cheer for the Wuzhao Academy, all hoping that the disciples of the Wuzhao Academy could win the Honglu Temple and frustrate the spirit of the Northern Liao people.

However, the people in Bianjing City don't seem to be very familiar with the disciples of Wuzhao Academy.

The disciples of Wuzhao Academy cannot be included in the Qingwu List, so they have always been little known.

The only one who is well-known to the people of Bianjing City is the third son of General Huaihua's mansion, the head of the three famous evildoers in Bianjing City, known as Peng Zilin, the third son of Peng.

At that time, General Huaihua couldn't control him, so he sent him to Wuzhao Academy. It is rumored that the third prince of Peng was only publicized in Wuzhao Courtyard for a month, and then he was cleaned up by the senior brothers.

After all, Peng Sangongzi was born in Jiangmen, and his talent was better than ordinary people, so less than six years after entering Wuzhao Academy, he beat back the senior brothers who had taught him at the beginning.

In Wuzhao Temple, fists are the truth. Peng Sangongzi found the most suitable place for him in the world.

"I heard that Ye Lu Heng, the dean of the Northern Liao Honglu Temple, is also here this time, he is one of the five great masters in this world, and his strength is on par with the sword god. ”

"Yeluheng seems to be here, but Vice President Li Changhao is here, and in Northern Liao, he has the title of axe god. A man with a knife in the crowd said, he was triumphantly introducing the masters of Northern Liao to the people of Bianjing.

"However, they are not participating in the competition this time, can the hero talk about the young disciples of Honglu Temple?"

The man with the knife touched his nose proudly, crossed his arms on his chest, and said, "There is a disciple named Mo Beikun, who is only seventeen years old, but he has the title of Meng Jiu of Northern Liao. ”

"Meng Jiu, are you talking about Meng Jiu, who is the number one on the Qingwu list?"

"That's right!" the man with the knife nodded, "It is said that this person's talent is not inferior to Meng Jiu." ”

"It's a pity that Meng Jiu didn't come. ”

"What is Meng Jiu, Ye Fei is powerful, he is the number one master at the age of twenty-five. ”

Listening to the arguments of others, the man with the knife shook his head, "The two people you are talking about are not disciples of Wuzhao Academy, so naturally they will not come." If they are there, let alone one, even ten Mo Beikun are not to be afraid. ”

"Then can the third prince of Peng beat Mo Beikun?" one of them suddenly asked.

The man with the knife looked embarrassed, shook his head and said, "It's hard to say. ”

"It's hard to say," suddenly a swordsman wearing a hat and covering his face with a black curtain in front of him turned around, "The strength of this third prince Peng can only be used to show majesty in the Wuzhao Courtyard." ”

"This hero, why do you say this?" the old man next to the swordsman asked.

"I don't mean to belittle the head of the Wuzhao Academy, but if you want to learn the most subtle mental techniques and martial arts in the world, you have to be sent by all the gates. In this Wuzhao Academy, there is no way to teach masters like Ye Fei and Meng Jiu. The swordsman's tone was indifferent, but he replied in detail.

"In this way, no one in the Wuzhao Courtyard can beat that Mo Beikun?" a woman asked, her brows furrowed.

"Not to mention Mo Beikun, it is estimated that even Sun Leshui can't beat him, let alone Ye Lushou, a disciple at the helm. In the entire Bianjing City, the only one who is likely to defeat Mo Beikun is Yang Yiyi, the daughter of the Sword God. The swordsman said.

"Brother Tai hasn't heard of it yet, Xiao Yihe entered Beijing a few days ago and arrived at Wuzhao Academy. An eight-foot man with a tiger's back said.

"I've heard about it, though. ”

Before the swordsman could finish speaking, the person in front of him suddenly retreated and stepped on his foot. Then everyone pushed each other and took a few steps back, making way for the front of Wuzhao Temple.

"All back off, don't squeeze in. One of the Tiger Infantry shouted at the crowd, then drew his sword.

"Coming, coming, the people from the Northern Liao Mission are coming. Someone in the crowd cheered.

Upon hearing this, a wave of boos erupted in the crowd.

"Silence, give me silence!" Jingzhao Mansion Yin scolded loudly.

At least half of the crowd were martial arts practitioners, so they would not be shocked by Jingzhao Mansion Yin's reprimand, so the boos became louder and louder.

The Northern Liao Mission ahead, in a luxurious chariot.

After hearing this burst of endless boos, Yelusi, the second prince of Northern Liao, was indignant, "They are from Yunguo, but they are humiliating us and waiting!"

Jeruth has a blood-red scar on her face, the result of a stab wound on North Street yesterday.

"Second prince, don't be angry, it won't be long before they become the people of my Northern Liao. The man sitting across from Jeruth said, his eyes slightly closed, barely speaking when he spoke, but his voice was loud and clear.

"Just this group of foolish people, also worthy of being the people of my Northern Liao, when my Northern Liao Iron Horse enters this Bianjing City, I will order the slaughter of this group of foolish people. ”

The man opened his eyes slightly, his face pale, "If these words reach His Majesty's ears, the old minister will not be able to save the prince's life." ”

"Master, the apprentice dared to say that in front of you. ”

"The wall has ears!"

Yelusi lowered his head and said with a gloomy face: "What the master has taught is. ”

The man put his hand on Yelusi's head, stroked it gently, and then said, "Yesterday they Yunren left a scar on your face, and today I will ask my disciples to cut off a few of their arms and feet to vent the prince's anger." ”

Jeruth immediately raised his head, overjoyed.

When the people from the Northern Liao Mission entered the Wuzhao Courtyard, the boos stopped.

Then, several carriages slowly drove one after another and stopped in front of the door of Wuzhao Temple.

Zhou Xin, the seventh king, Huang Yun, the envoy of the Privy Council, Peng Jing, the general of Huaihua, and Zhou Cheng, the emperor's grandson, and other dignitaries and dignitaries came.

After that, there were several heads of martial arts families in Bianjing City, as well as the heads of several large and small sects, among which Yang Tuo, the master of the Divine Sword Pavilion, was also among them.

Yang Tuo got out of the carriage and won the cheers of everyone, as one of the only two invincible realm masters in the Yun Kingdom on the list of masters and heroes, he has always had a high prestige and fame in Bianjing City, and was admired. A person from the rivers and lakes can have such a status, which is extremely rare in this Bianjing City.

In addition to Yang Tuo, many people also recognized his daughter Yang Yiyi, but no one knew who the other young, clear-eyed male disciple was.

"Eh, this person doesn't look like the young man who took down the notice in front of the Divine Sword Pavilion the other night?" someone in the crowd asked.

However, this person's problem was immediately overshadowed by the chatter of the people around him.

Entering Wuzhao Academy, Yang Tuo, Yang Yiyi and Ye Fei were introduced to the martial arts arena by the disciples of Wuzhao Academy.

There are three mat sheds on the east and west sides of the martial arts arena, and the roof of the mat shed in the middle is higher, and only the prince Yelusi of Northern Liao, the seven kings of Yun and the emperor Zhou Cheng sit in it.

The rest of the Northern Liao mission sat in the tent on the west side;

The seats of the magnates of the Yunguo people were arranged in the east, and in addition, a tent with a lower roof was added next to the tent on the east side, where the invited heads of the major families and the heads of various factions sit.

Because Yang Tuode was highly respected, his position was placed on the top seat and sat next to Huang Yun, the envoy of the Privy Council.

Ye Fei and Yang Yiyi's actions were still in the shed next to them.

In front of the two, there were the head and disciples of Wuzhao Academy, among which Xiao Yihe was sitting in the middle position.

After seeing Ye Fei and Yang Yiyi, Xiao Yihe turned around and smiled at the two. Ye Fei's appearance was completely unexpected by him.

Looking at the masters of the Northern Liao in the shed on the opposite side from a distance, Ye Fei quietly said to Yang Yiyi on the side: "There are many masters in the Northern Liao Mission. ”

"I heard that the strongest disciples in the Honglu Temple have all arrived, including their big disciple at the helm, as well as Mo Beikun, who is known as Mengjiu of Northern Liao. Yang Yiyi said.

"I'm not talking about them," Ye Fei looked at the man sitting next to Yelusi, the prince of Northern Liao, "This person is extremely not simple!"

And that man was looking at the sword god Yang Tuo at this time.