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A black shadow appeared at the entrance of the inner palace, a man in black, with a thin figure, a black scarf tied around his neck, and an obvious black line at the corner of his bare eyes, which contrasted sharply with his pale complexion. The eyes are bright and tactful.

I saw him stepping on the red carpet with ease, just like ordinary people walking.

However, everyone seemed to be pushed by a strong force.

There was still no sound of footsteps.

The tremor of the footsteps is still so clear, and the seemingly random steps are actually like someone smashing everyone's chests with a sledgehammer.

The inner guards are better, and the forbidden soldiers practice battlefield fighting techniques, which are simple and effective, but the internal strength is generally weak, and at this time, in this breathless coercion, they are all gritting their teeth and holding on.

It's not that they haven't seen a master, but it's the first time they've seen it in such a shocking coercion, and when they are in it, they seem to be facing an overwhelming black wave, like a drowning person, unable to breathe, all they can do is struggle.

It is the powerlessness of the weak in the face of the strong.

The man in black walked to the middle of the red carpet, and finally one of the forbidden soldiers couldn't support it, and with a low roar, he took a step back.

Retreating as if it would also be contagious, after one person retreated, the guards of the Forbidden Army retreated one by one, and even retreated again and again. Standing in place and gritting their teeth, only half of them.

At this time, the man in black had already walked to a place only three or five zhang away from Hanyuan Palace, facing the gate, and when he raised his eyes, he could see His Majesty the Tang Emperor who was sitting on the dragon chair.

The generals are still calm, most of the civil officials who don't know martial arts have already staggered, and they are far inferior to the guards of the forbidden army, I am afraid that once this person enters the palace, they will inevitably faint in shame or retreat to the wall.

At this moment, a gray shadow jumped up from the hundred officials, swept to the door of the main hall at a speed that ordinary people could not see clearly, and pressed his palm on the pillar next to the door.

It was a stocky man wearing two armors, and he was the commander of the forbidden army who had just urged the guards to deploy defenses. I saw him grinning his teeth and yelling outside: "The Tang Forbidden Army listens to the order, give Lao Tzu a step forward, no!, three steps! ”

The voice was thick and loud, piercing through the layers of illusions like a fog, and became a lifeline in the hands of the guards caught in the black vortex.

At this moment, no one doubts, there is no need to doubt, there is no need to think.

One-step, two-step, three-step,

Military orders are like mountains.

Even with great difficulty, even with great difficulty, all the Praetorian guards still took three steps forward almost instinctively in the face of coercion.

Because someone had retreated, the three steps forward were still untidy, and those who stood at the front trembled with their legs and blood spilled from the corners of their mouths.

When the emaciated sheep saw the majestic lion, they were eager to turn around and run, and under the coercion of the man in black, they became the emaciated sheep to be slaughtered, but they could not run.

Because the military order is not to retreat.

But this coercion has always been too strong for them. Every step the man in black takes, he can pull their blood churning, and this situation is getting worse.

The man in black looked around at the hundreds of men who gritted their teeth and persisted, his eyes crooked, and he continued to take a step forward with a smile.

The momentum of coercion increased suddenly.

The civil officials and military generals in the main hall gasped in unison, and the moans of individual weak civil officials were clearly audible.

The rising coercion finally became the last straw on the top of the thousand pounds.

Just before the Praetorian guards were about to collapse, a soft cough came from the main hall.

An unremarkable cough.

Everywhere the cough sounded, it seemed that the breeze was blowing on the mountains, the moon was shining on the river, and it seemed that nothing had happened, and there was no special sense of oppression.

But the man in black opened his eyes, turned into a black shadow of nothingness, and retreated straight back.

When I looked into the hall again, there was no smile in my eyes, only deep vigilance, and the deep hall seemed to have become a huge deep pool, and the door of the hall was opened, as if it was a monster's huge mouth.

The coercion of the sky, with that cough, has long receded like a tide. The entire Hanyuan Hall was surrounded by the previous calm, as if nothing had ever happened.

The commander of the forbidden army who stood up just now breathed a sigh of relief, neatly turned around and confessed to His Majesty the Emperor above the main hall, and then went straight back to his place and sat down.

On the pillar next to the door of the main hall, which he had just held down, a palm print about half an inch deep was impressively left.

The man in black took a deep look at the hall, then took a slight breath and walked straight into the hall, kneeling down on one knee in the center of the red carpet.

In his eyes, he was as calm as water.

"Fuso envoy, Miyamoto Haichi, see Your Majesty. ”

The voice is crisp and has a hint of charm.

His Majesty the Emperor smiled, raised his palm lightly, and said, "Calm down." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Miyamoto stood up softly, giving the impression that his body was as light as a feather.

"Miyamoto Yuichi, why do you have a silk scarf tied around your neck, could it be that this warm spring day is so cold for you?"

"Back to Your Majesty, Fusang is on the east side of the Tang Dynasty, located on the coast, the climate is warm and humid, the minister first arrived in Chang'an, not very accustomed, and please forgive your Majesty. Miyamoto kept his head half-bowed at all times, so that people could not see the expression on his face and could not figure out what he was thinking.

"Oh, you are the first of the young generation of the Miyamoto family, a young master of Fusang, are you also afraid of the cold?" His Majesty the Emperor asked with great interest.

"Your Majesty, masters are also human beings, and they will also be hungry and afraid of cold. It was still such a shrill and charming voice, although it had a little Fusang accent, but it was quite pleasant to listen to carefully, but it was just a man talking like this, but it made people uncomfortable.

His Majesty the Emperor smiled slightly, which was regarded as an endorsement of this statement.

"Are you still used to living in Chang'an?"

"Accustomed to living and eating well. ”

"Coming from afar, how do you feel when you see me on the way?"

"Your Majesty governs the country well, the Tang Dynasty is strong, and the people are rich. ”

"Hahaha, is King Fuso okay?"

"I'm in good shape. ”

To everyone's surprise, there was no imaginary sword and sword shadow, murderous, and peaceful as if it was a meeting between grandparents and grandchildren.

Even the expected begging for the ancestral sacred sword of the Miyamoto family did not happen, and Miyamoto Yu was surprisingly docile.

But after what happened just now, everyone knows that he is not as good as he seems on the surface.

"Then you led the team to the competition this time, have you ever been convinced?" His Majesty the Emperor changed his words, but his tone was still gentle and sharp.

Miyamoto Yuichi, who had been answering fluently, paused obviously this time, and said: "The point-to-point exchange will not hurt the faces of both sides, but also have the effect of a martial arts competition. ”

The tone became reluctant, even a little sharp.

Finally, there is a taste of lip and sword.

The ministers on both sides sat upright, and nearly a hundred eyes were cast on the person named Miyamoto Yuichi.