The death of the boxing god left many masters watching the fight from a distance confused.

At the beginning, because of the deeds spread in Wudang Mountain, everyone felt that Zhao Yu had a high probability of winning.

Later, the boxing god broke free from the fist lock, and his power was unparalleled for a while.

Everyone watching the fight couldn't help but turn their faces towards the boxing god who had reached the pinnacle of his realm.

But even those with discerning eyes felt that it was not that simple for Zhao Yu to block the last punch.

But in the end...

Zhao Yuying's behavior was strange, and the boxing god also died inexplicably.

"The killing of the immortal at the top of Wudang Mountain seems to be true!"

Many experts watching the battle completely believed the rumors in the world about Zhao Yu slaying the immortal in Wudang Mountain.

Among these experts who rolled felt, there were two experts standing in different corners, frowning slightly.

"Master, this breath..."

Under the outer north city, in a small tea shop.

Due to the changes in the capital, many people who had been having tea and rest had already disappeared. Even the shopkeepers were hiding in the backyard and did not dare to show their faces.

But at this moment, in this empty tea shop, sitting next to a table covered with oil stains, was a man who looked to be only in his thirties.

The person who just spoke was a great monk standing next to the man with an alms bowl in his hand.

At the moment when the boxing god was killed by Zhao Yu, everyone else was confused, but this monk frowned slightly.

The aura flowing out of Chengtian Gate seems to be very familiar to him!

The man whom the great monk called his master expressionlessly picked up the teacup, took a sip of coarse tea, and stared in the direction of Chengtian Gate without saying a word.

After a long while, the small cup of tea was finished by the man.

Putting down the tea cup, the man stood up and left a penny on the table, turned around and left the simple tea shop.

The great monk followed closely behind, and the two of them walked out of the capital one after another.

Outside the city gate, the heads of the widows of the Supervisory Headquarters are still hanging on the city wall.

The man looked at the frightened heads and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Amitabha, sin..."

The accompanying monk put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.

The man turned around, reached into his arms, took out a long brocade box, and handed it to the monk beside him.

"Master, what is this?!"

The moment he saw the brocade box, the great monk's expression suddenly changed.

"It's time for him to come out and move around..."

After the man finished speaking, he turned around and walked toward the official road outside the capital. His figure seemed to be unhurried, but in fact, in less than two breaths, the man could no longer be seen outside the city.

The great monk stayed where he was, looking at the brocade box in his hand, frowning.

"Why……"

In the end, the great monk just sighed and gently opened the brocade box Xuanji.

In the brocade box that the man handed him, lying quietly were three sticks of seemingly ordinary Zen incense.

…

Outside Chengtian Gate.

Zhao Yu waved his hand and dispersed the blood mist around him.

He raised his right hand slightly, and Xue Yin's knife instantly fell into his hand.

The sword light suddenly rose, and the thick Chengtian Gate was instantly shattered by the terrifying sword light.

Inside Chengtian Gate, there are tens of thousands of elite soldiers ready to attack.

Zhao Yu dragged Xue Yin Dao and walked towards the Chengtian Gate step by step.

Erha struggled to get up, and together with Jiang Yuyan, planned to follow Zhao Yu into Chengtianmen.

As for Shen Lian and Lu Jianxing, they had already been stunned by the energy emanating from the boxing gods during the fight.

Fortunately, the two of them had practiced the Divine Illumination Sutra, otherwise they would not just have fainted under that terrifying surge of energy.

"You stay here!"

Zhao Yu continued to move forward with the knife, but the sound reached the ears of Jiang Yuyan and Erha behind him.

"Master?!"

Jiang Yuyan looked at the tens of thousands of elites in Chengtian Sect, her tone somewhat anxious.

"Leave!"

Zhao Yu's tone was also unquestionable.

At the same time, at the gate of Dongchang Yamen, a group of people surrounded King Xin and hurried towards Chengtian Gate.

"You can't kill Zhu Wuwu!"

King Xin looked at Zhao Yu who was dragging his sword forward and shouted loudly.

"Can't kill?"

Zhao Yu turned around, looked at King Xin and his party, raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "What did you say?"

"I said!!"

King Xin did not answer, but a voice came from behind him that made Zhao Yu slightly startled.

A man dressed like a guard bypassed King Xin and came to Zhao Yu.

The guard lifted up his visor, and Zhao Yu's pupils suddenly shrank.

Afa?!

The guard of King Xin who surprised Zhao Yu was actually the last member of the Baolong clan who was said to have died in the Kingdom of Jin.

Ling Lingfa!

Zhao Yu glanced at Ah Fa, whose expression was a bit off, and then at King Xin, who looked proud.

"As long as Zhu can't leave the Ancestral Temple, there's nothing you can do against him!"

Afa looked at Zhao Yu and said expressionlessly.

"Ancestral Temple?"

Zhao Yu remembered that when the Nine Thousand Years Old rebelled and stormed into the palace, the emperor and others immediately hid in the Ancestral Temple.

"Although Daqian's luck has collapsed, Zuo is still there after all. Even though the traitor Zhu Wuli is guilty of being cut into pieces with a thousand cuts, his surname is Zhu after all!"

King Xin stepped forward, looked at Zhao Yu and said: "As long as the name is justified, the man from the Ancestral Temple will not take action.

And looking at the entire Kyoto, the only one who can do this is His Highness!!"

Looking at Zhao Yu who said nothing, King Xin continued: "You want Zhu Wuwu's head, and I want the big chair in Fengtian Palace.

You and I have different desires, but we have to face the same opponent, so joining forces with His Highness is your best choice!"

"what do you want?"

Zhao Yu pondered for a moment, and then looked at King Xin again.

"You start mobilizing the Jinyi Guards, and Liu Xi mobilizes all the Dongchang officers to take over the palace guards first, and then His Highness will naturally appease the tens of thousands of troops in Chengtianmen. In this way, the traitor Zhu Wuwu is just a turtle in the urn, but...

…”

When he said this, King Xin turned to look at Jiang Yuyan who was standing not far away.

Jiang Yuyan heard the conversation between the two people clearly, then stepped forward, reached out and took out something from her arms, and handed it to King Xin.

The jade seal of the country!!

Seeing the imperial seal held in Jiang Yuyan's hand, King Xin's eyes instantly became intense.

As long as he has this thing, he can use his identity as a direct bloodline of the royal family to command tens of thousands of soldiers and horses from the three major battalions in the capital.

Civil servants and military generals would naturally regard Zhu Wuwu as a treasonous thief. As an emperor, he was completely justified!

King Xin stretched out his hand tremblingly, ready to pick up the jade seal Jiang Yuyan took out.

But at this moment, a hand stretched out and stood between King Xin and Chuan Guo Jade Seal.

King Xin frowned suddenly and looked up at Zhao Yu who was blocking him.

If it were in the past, Zhao Yu wouldn't mind using the jade seal in exchange for Zhu Wuwu's head.

But after such a trip to Wudang Mountain, Zhao Yu's thoughts gradually changed.
Chapter completed!