The battle for succession.

It's really a battle for succession.

Ning Buqi stood behind Di Xin, listening to everyone's conversations and paying attention to the surrounding scenes, but at this time, he was completely sure that the court of Yin Shang was not stable.

Di Xin, the king of the Emperor who will be infamous for thousands of years in the future, is obviously not sitting on the throne of the king of Yin Shang in peace.

Moreover, Di Xin's opponent is also not a simple character.

Even if he didn't use his perceptual power, Ning Buqi could clearly feel that in addition to the extravagance, Wei Ziqi's body was like a calm sea with a terrifying aura of monstrous waves.

Fortunately, at this time, Ning Buqi was not qualified to directly confront Wei Ziqi.

With Di Xin's words, a burly man behind Wei Ziqi slowly walked out.

Well, this is also a warrior, an ordinary warrior, it feels like the strength of this warrior should not be to the extent that he can incarnate energy, or, just a preliminary ability to incarnate energy.

"Sang Qi, a newly advanced martial artist, has been practicing the exercises for less than two months, and two months ago he was a civilian ...... in the suburbs of Yindu."

Wei Ziqi slowly watched everyone speak after the man walked out.

Ning Buqi was a slave recruited by Di Xin, so even if he fought, Wei Ziqi's side naturally couldn't use the truly elite warriors under his command, otherwise even if he won, he would not be able to win.

However, there is no problem with using a newly recruited advanced martial artist.

Just two months of cultivation is enough to be qualified to start a war with Ning Buqi, and two months, whether or not you have achieved cultivation, is a matter of talent, not a matter of the martial arts realm.

As for whether Sang Qi has only been cultivating for two months, this point is obviously impossible to deceive others.

Everyone present here is the top person of Yin Shang, with strength and power that outsiders can't imagine, and the things they want to know may not dare to say that there is nothing in the whole world that they can't know, but there is absolutely nothing around Yin Du that they don't know.

This Sang Qi had just stood up, and at least more than thirty divine thoughts had swept over Sang Qi's body above the court.

Immediately, one by one, the divine thoughts began to contact the outside of the palace, and then, within half a pillar of incense, all the information of Sang Qi had been thoroughly understood by everyone in the court.

In addition to Sang Qi, Ning Buqi's information has been thoroughly understood by everyone earlier.

A slave from a slave camp, there is naturally a trajectory to be found.

And Ning Buqi himself is a native of Yindu, and his information is even more secretive.

Soon, everyone in the court, from the minister to the king, nodded slightly, and at this point, the war between Di Xin and Wei Ziqi was reasonable and legal, and it was accepted by everyone.

"Let's fight......

Above, Yin Shang's gaze swept over indifferently, his palm trembled slightly, and the invisible spatial power began to vibrate.

The huge court began to distort, and immediately, the surrounding heaven and earth changed.

The figures of Ning Buqi and Sang Qi suddenly appeared in an endless field.

Suddenly being landed in this place, Ning Buqi and Sang Qi's eyes showed a look of horror.

Heaven and earth changed with a wave of his hand, although Ning Buqi had never seen this kind of power, he would not be so shocked, however, he was now in his heyday, and the king of Yin Shang was actually able to change the heaven and earth around him to another heaven and earth without him knowing.

This strength really made Ning Buqi's heart a little chilly.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, it is inevitable that there will be deaths and injuries under the use of force, if my people accidentally injure His Royal Highness the Prince's people, please don't blame His Highness......"

At this moment, Wei Ziqi's voice sounded again.

But it sounded above the heads of Ning Buqi and Sang Qi.

Ning Buqi and Sang Qi were slightly startled, and the two of them subconsciously looked up into the air.

The sky above the grassland, the clouds are rolling, and one by one the figures are standing in the clouds, but the first is the king of Yin Shang, on both sides of him are Di Xin and Wei Ziqi, and around him are those ministers of Yin Shang.

At this time, these people loomed in the clouds, and all of them seemed to be much burlier and taller, like gods to Ning Buqi and Wei Ziqi.

This special size is much more bullish than the gladiatorial arena of ancient Rome.

Ning Buqi glanced at the air slightly, and then retracted his gaze to look at Sang Qi.

"Battle ......"

A low roar sounded, and Ning Buqi smashed his fist on his chest.

This is Yin Shang, it is not advisable to sneak attack or something, so Ning Buqi did not take advantage of Sang Qi's distraction to sneak attack, but woke up Sang Qi first with a violent attitude.

Sure enough, in Ning Buqi's roar, Sang Qi's head was lowered, and his eyes looked at Ning Buqi coldly.

Unlike Ning Buqi, Sang Qi is actually an orthodox promotion to become a martial artist, and then Wei Ziqi who took refuge through various means.

In the battle for succession, the best choice is naturally Di Xin.

However, Di Xin is too maverick.

Like countless ministers of Yin Shang, Sang Qi did not fail to accept Di Xin's maverick, but Di Xin refused to accept them, in this case, whether they would go home honestly and farm the land, they had to consider how much land could be planted and how much food could be grown.

With that choice, not to mention whether you can survive or not, even if you can barely live, it is definitely impossible to live well.

Then, there is only a second option left for them, to take refuge in Wei Ziqi and help Wei Ziqi to have a battle for succession, if they can win, then they can all become nobles.

Sang Qi looked at Ning Buqi coldly, he looked down on Ning Buqi extremely much, he was just a slave, the existence at the bottom of this world, and even many times, the value of livestock exceeded that of a slave.

And now, Ning Buqi has become the person of Di Xin, and has become the warrior of Di Xin that he dreamed of becoming.

In this case, don't say that Wei Ziqi has an order to let him kill Ning Buqi, even if he doesn't, Sang Qi has a great intention to kill Ning Buqi.

"Kill ......"

Unlike Ning Buqi's roar, Sang Qi's arm trembled, and the strong wind escaped, but the roar was even more crazy and tyrannical.

In this way, he obviously did not hide his intention to kill Ning Buqi at all.

Stretching out his arms, after Sang Qi roared, the figure rushed towards Ning Buqi, and with the sprint, Sang Qi's hands gradually began to be energized, and the rotating color began to surround his arms.

Holding, if you can't even do the energy, then naturally there is no possibility of being called a warrior.

In the clouds, everyone looked coldly at the two people below.

Sang Qi's energy is obviously very rudimentary, and even his shoulders are still flesh and blood, but this is also the best reason why he can become Ning Buqi's opponent.

If he is stronger, he is not qualified to be Ning Buqi's opponent, and no matter how weak he is, he is also not qualified to be Ning Buqi's opponent.

Now this kind of strength happens to be able to become Ning Buqi's opponent, and he can also kill Ning Buqi with a great possibility.

I have to say that Wei Ziqi is still extremely meticulous in doing things.

And he recruited Sang Qi in accordance with the orthodox way of recruiting warriors, in this case, Di Xin simply chose to recruit slaves, and he was not qualified to oppose Weizi using Sang Qi to fight against Ning Buqi.

On the contrary, Di Xin had to be grateful on the surface that Weizi had enabled a martial artist like Sang Qi who had just cultivated energy flow.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, orthodox warriors are the best warriors, even the most junior warriors, at least they can become qualified soldiers......

In the clouds, an official said with a slight fist at Di Xin.

These officials of Yin Shang did not really want to have a battle for succession, in fact, if Emperor Xin was willing to give up his maverick ideas, every official here would choose to take refuge in Emperor Xin.

After all, the inheritance of concubines is also one of the rules that these officials abide by.

If it weren't for Di Xin's idea that they couldn't accept it, none of these officials would want to take refuge in Wei Ziqi, who was a concubine.

"Not necessarily, slaves may not be able to become the best warriors, and they themselves live in the most hopeless world, so they will do everything to fight ......"

Di Xin's eyes looked down indifferently.

His ideas are mavericks, but no matter how maverick he is, there is absolutely no idea of giving up.

At this moment, looking at the energyization of Sang Qi, Di Xin didn't expect Ning Buqi to win, the only thing he hoped for was that Ning Buqi would not admit defeat.

As long as Ning Buqi insists on not admitting defeat and can support it for a period of time, he naturally has something to say here.

And as long as he is given the opportunity, Di Xin believes that with his own strength, he can completely turn a group of slaves who are unwilling to fate into the most terrible warriors in the world.

Below, when everyone was talking in the clouds, Sang Qi had already rushed in front of Ning Buqi.

Perhaps it should be said that the two sprinted against each other and finally collided.

In the face of Sang Qi's sprint, Ning Buqi did not retreat at all, but frantically greeted him.

And when Sang Qi's hands turned into energy, Ning Buqi did not use the headwind trick or the Kwai water trick, but directly gathered his fists to energy.

A trace of indifferent energy was wrapped around Ning Buqi's fists, and it seemed that Ning Buqi's fists had suddenly become much larger, like two huge hammers composed entirely of energy.

The pair of fists was huge and terrifying, however, all the people who watched the competition did not think that Ning Buqi was strong.

Even Sang Qi didn't think that Ning Buqi's fists had anything at all.

Quantification is based on energy, not size.

Normally, the energy of the arms is naturally a little stronger than that of people who only have the energy of the two fists.

On the grassland, Sang Qi watched Ning Buqi punch almost with a sneer, and then his arms met it fiercely.

With his arms energized, Sang Qi didn't think that he would lose to Ning Buqi.

However, in the next second, Sang Qi's energetic arms were smashed by Ning Buqi's fists.

Yin Shang's power level is higher than any world that Ning Buqi has experienced, however, it is precisely because Yin Shang's world power level is too high, from the very beginning, everyone has a clear goal, and they are rushing to energy.

And once it is energized, all the body will be transformed into energy, and at that time, all the fighting skills revolve around the use of energy after energy.

In this case, martial arts are just mud-legged things, and there is no market in this world.

Although this Sang Qi is an ordinary person, he has been cultivating for energy from the beginning, and although he has been exposed to martial arts, he has not paid too much attention to it.

At this time, the collision with Ning Buqi was suddenly hit by Ning Buqi's fists in turn.

With the energy of his arms and the energy of his fists, Sang Qi didn't care about Ning Buqi's strength, and even thought that it didn't matter if he was hit twice by Ning Buqi.

However, when Ning Buqi's fists smashed into his arms, Sang Qi's face suddenly became ugly.

The brilliant wind had torn his arms in an instant, although after the energyization, ordinary damage could no longer cause much damage, but the same energy-based wind instantly stripped most of Sang Qi's arms.

Visible to the naked eye, the color of Sang Qi's arms dimmed.

"Kill ......"

It's just that Yin Shang, after all, is still in a relatively barbaric era, so even if he has been hit hard by a blow, Sang Qi has no intention of retreating.

On the contrary, under the heavy blow, Sang Qi became even more crazy.

The arms that had begun to dim directly bombarded Ning Buqi's head, and it seemed that he was planning to kill Ning Buqi.

"Battle ......"

However, it was still Ning Buqi's fists that responded to Sang Qi.

Ning Buqi's martial arts skills are really much higher than Sang Qi's, it can be said that aside the energy, and pure power, Huang Feihong's world has achieved the ultimate in body martial arts.

Pure physical fighting, in the world of Huang Feihong, there is no world that even has internal strength, and because of the relationship between the destruction of the country and the death of the family, every martial artist is desperately trying his best to find the lethality of ordinary human bodies, and uses various skills to the extreme.

Facing Sang Qi's energetic arms, Ning Buqi's fists smashed out quickly, like phantoms spinning, and Sang Qi's arms had been smashed by Ning Buqi more than a hundred times in the blink of an eye.

The energy of rotation gradually dissipated, and Sang Qi's energized arms were directly smashed by Ning Buqi and disappeared.

"Ah......h

Finally, Sang Qi's face showed a look of pain and fear.

The energy completely spread out from Sang Qi's shoulder, and two bloody bones were exposed.

The energized arms disappeared, and so did Sang Qi's real arms.

"As I said, slaves have nothing, so they will fight more desperately, and slaves are at the bottom of society, so they are also the best brave and ruthless existence, and warriors need not only energy, but also the instinct to fight......"

Inside the clouds, Di Xin couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the results of the battle on the grassland.

He never expected Ning Buqi to win, and now, Ning Buqi crippled Sang Qi, which was undoubtedly a surprise for Di Xin.

Of course, the surprise of Di Xin will definitely not be a good thing for Wei Zi Qi and those ministers who support Wei Zi Qi.

"Is he really just a slave......

In the clouds, an official standing behind Wei Ziqi spoke coldly.