"Who is he?" asked Xiao Chuan quietly to the governor of the Prime Minister's Mansion beside him.

He is Yang Min, Marquis of Jingxiang, hereditary title, and vice minister of military affairs. He's not friendly to our prime minister......" The steward glanced in the direction of Ogawa's mouth, then leaned down and whispered in Ogawa's ear, the look of disdain in his eyes was undisguised.

"Grandpa's political enemy?" Xiao Chuan glanced at the middle-aged man again.

Xiaochuan has been influenced by Liang Zhen since he was a child, and although he is far from reaching the qualities that a politician should have, he still knows a lot about the intrigue between politicians.

There are only two kinds of so-called political enemies, one is a fundamental conflict with one's own interests, and the other is the result of the division and balance of the monarchy.

Your subordinates need to be restrained. If there is no restraint on the subordinates, the monopoly of the family will threaten the stability of the imperial power.

Even if you don't have political enemies, the emperor will set up a few for you, contain each other, achieve balance, and have achieved the goal of stabilizing the imperial power.

A qualified courtier is also well versed in this, and will, intentionally or unintentionally, magnify the contradictions between each other, show them to the monarch, and reassure the monarch.

But a political enemy is a political enemy, no one will accompany you to play a fake show, this kind of thing becomes true when you act, fight with each other, constantly attack each other, and finally reach the point where water and fire are incompatible, and never die.

"It's good to remember this person in your heart! People are too smart to die ......quickly," Xiao Chuan showed an ignorant expression on his face.

The people of Liang Zhen, who are up and down in the sea of Huan, are old and sophisticated, and of course Xiaochuan's small actions can't hide from his eyes. Seeing Xiaochuan pretending to be stupid, Liang Zhen's eyes showed a look of approval.

The competition in the field is still going on, and there are several large charred black pits on the originally flat field, and there is a high-temperature dissolution at the edge of the pit wall, and the breeze blows, and the green smoke that permeates the top of the pit is blown away, and the smell of burnt is diffused to the stands in the distance.

A middle-aged man in a black-colored robe stood with his hands in his hands, and the person fighting against him was half-kneeling on the ground, his clothes were in tatters, half of his beard was burned off, and his eyes were full of blood, staring at the man in black-robed clothes with hatred, gasping for breath.

"Yanghu Mountain Man Du Yuan wins!" the court worshipper in charge of judging announced the results of the competition.

The man in the dark robe bowed his hand to His Majesty the Holy Emperor in the stands, turned around and left the arena, the triumph in his eyes was undisguised.

"In the next game, Wu Weiyang will fight Xiao Qinghou!" A voice that was neither high nor low, but the sound that could be heard from far and near spread throughout the audience.

Wu Weiyang looked like an old-looking man, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old.

Xiao Qinghou who faced him was a man who looked to be less than twenty years old, dressed in white, handsome.

"Unlucky! the foundation building period has met the Bigu period......" Xiao Chuan glanced at it and shook his head secretly.

Wu Weiyang couldn't see the depth of Xiao Qinghou, but as soon as he entered the competition venue, he felt an invisible pressure, pressing like a mountain.

Xiao Qinghou's eyes seemed to be an unpredictable whirlpool, Wu Weiyang's eyes were unconsciously attracted to it, and he immediately fell into it, unable to extricate himself.

Wu Weiyang was shocked in his heart, knowing that the other party had used a secret method to deter his mind, but he lost the opportunity to be careless and was controlled by the other party.

If Xiao Qinghou made a move at this time, he would be defeated immediately, and he would have no power to fight back.

Wu Weiyang was in a state of confusion for a while, knowing that the other party was far from being something he could contend with, so he did not hesitate to damage his body, and tried his best to urge his mana, trying to stabilize his mind and get out of Xiao Qinghou's control.

In this way, there was a strange scene in the field, in the eyes of outsiders, the two people who were fighting stood motionless in place, quietly looking at each other, there was no gorgeous magic attack, and there was no magic weapon that exuded treasure light shuttling and flying......

The magnates in the stands gradually became a little impatient, and some even kept urging: "Why don't you do it yet, wow, when will this ......?"

Wu Weiyang's body in the field began to tremble, sweat flowed down his cheeks, and most of the clothes on his back were wet.

Suddenly, Wu Weiyang roared, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, his body shook again and again, and finally he couldn't stabilize it, and sat on the ground with his buttocks, his face pale and bloodless.

Xiao Qinghou chuckled, knowing that Wu Weiyang was desperately injured and got rid of his divine sense attack, but he was not lightly injured.

"Xiao Qinghou wins!" the voice of the court worship spread throughout the audience.

"Is this the end?" the magnates who couldn't see through the changes in the field were confused.

The next few competitions were decent, spells and talismans came out together, magic weapons attacked each other, and the sound of resonance was deafening.

This made these powerful people very emotional, and they were addicted.

Xiaochuan couldn't help but smile bitterly, and secretly sighed that it was really like a mountain.

If you talk about playing with power, none of these people here are easy to get along with, and most of these cultivators will not be their opponents. But if you watch the competition of cultivators, you can only watch the excitement.

"In the next game, Wenyuan Jushi will fight Li Chuping!" With Fang Luo's words, two people walked up in the field.

"Hey, it's him!" Xiao Chuan looked at Li Chuping, who walked into the venue, dressed ordinarily and looking ordinary, and suddenly became interested, and his face also appeared a little dignified.

This Li Chuping is the monk of the Spiritual Silence Period who hid his cultivation and fought happily with a monk in the foundation building period.

The solemnity on Xiao Chuan's face was not because of Li Chuping's cultivation, but because he kept speculating about Li Chuping's purpose in his heart.

At this moment, Xiao Chuan once again felt a gaze fall on him.

"Marquis of Jingxiang, Yang Min! This guy is secretly observing himself! Do you want to see what kind ......of character this young master of the Prime Minister's Mansion is? Today, Lord Liang, I'll let you see enough" Xiao Chuan immediately put on the style of a lord, making a young and frivolous posture.

A hint of color flashed in the eyes of Yang Min, the Marquis of Jingxiang, "How can this kid of the Liang family give people a strange feeling, obviously he is a young man, and he doesn't know the height of the sky, why does it make me feel a sense of horror when he looks at me just now......

At this moment, the two people in the field had already begun to move.

Wen Yuan, who was dressed in a cyan Confucian shirt, his body shook again and again, and the people who were fighting outside the arena couldn't see his movements clearly, and in an instant, hundreds of green lights and shadows emanated from his body, forming a cyan light cluster of more than ten zhang in size, flying towards Li Chuping......

Li Chuping made a solemn look on his face, and shouted: "It's good!" The figure flashed, moved six or seven feet sideways, avoiding the frontal attack of the cyan light group, and with a shake of his hand, a golden talisman appeared out of thin air, and in a flash, an earthy yellow light mask appeared in the air to detain himself.

Li Chuping's timing was very good, and he completed all this just before Wen Yuan's attack came.

Hundreds of substantial-like blades of light swirled in the green light cluster, cutting into the earthy yellow shield, emitting a muffled sound as dense as a shower.

The earthy yellow light mask shook incessantly, and seemed to dissipate at any moment......