As soon as these words came out, behind him, the air waves exploded and the sand flew into the stones. The dust slowly dissipated. Zhao Xing appeared. At this time, he was dressed in rags and dust. He died with his eyes closed and fell down silently. The Tianji Fan in his hand was damaged, and his exposed skin and countless wounds wounded by sharp blades on his chest were shocking.

The first battle - Emei won, and Fairy Qingchen won.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, rest aside!" Ding Minjun looked at Qingchen, who didn't appear in Emei and was born in Wudang, and smiled. At this time, she came back in Emei in a difficult situation and won the first game, and she was beautiful and fought for the decline of Emei Sect.

Ding Minjun stepped forward and grabbed Qingchen's wrist, checked her pulse, and found that everything was normal. This was the real peace of mind.

Murong Yan's face was full of joy and pride, just like the expressions and expressions on the faces of the Emei Sect disciples. But Murong Yan did not stingy in praise at all, but was holding Qingchen's arm, and more like Qingchen's junior sister, smiling with a proud and joyful look: "My good junior sister, Qingchen, you are so awesome!"

Seeing that everything was over, Qingchen not only won, but also did not suffer any injuries, so he was relieved and relieved. Seeing Qingchen's ability, he was even more envious and felt melancholy: "No wonder, there is only that ostentatious person, who can match junior sister Qingchen with such skills."

"Amitabha, Fairy Qingchen has such extraordinary martial arts at such a young age. She is still a famous person in the world in the world in time. Amitabha is very happy."

"Qingchen, Master, you must be very happy to see your achievements. If you have time to go to the Golden Palace of Taiji Peak in Wudang, please see him! The previous time he came out of seclusion and gave us some of our junior brothers Taiji, he asked you."

Yin Liting, the Yin Liuxia of Wudang, saw Qingchen so powerful, what do you think of something in his heart? - It was not a taste, and of course he was very relieved and happy at the same time, but he still felt "a pity". It was not because of other pity, but because of a pity Qingchen left Wudang and became a disciple of the Emei Sect.

"Yin Liuxia, I have been a disciple of Emei for a long time. Zhang Zhenren is devoted to martial arts, so I'd better not disturb me." Qingchen just said lightly, and when she looked at Murong Yan who was pulling her, her eyes were full of intimacy. Emei was more like a warm place for her, rather than Wudang, the lonely Taiji Peak.

"……All right!"

"Amitabha, let's watch the next battle against the enemy!"

...

"Hmph, it's not a pity to die! The person who came brought me the body of the right guardian and sent it back to the top of Guangming, and truthfully informed the leader of what happened here."

“Yes, sir”

Leng Yan didn't feel much angry, but felt that Emei was not as weak as expected, and he didn't feel much sad about Zhao Xing's death. He was more of absent from losing his subordinates. He ignored this vague thing. That's right, "things". For anyone in the Ming Cult now, Leng Yan's eyes are tools and things. Zhao Xing happened to be an insignificant but very useful tool, but was destroyed by someone.

Leng Yan just felt that the first battle was not well done, which was a bit bad for morale, but there was no need to worry about the Jinyiwei. They were all from the military camp and had a small failure, and they did not have that great morale for the military. However, there was no such thing as the Ming Cult, and they all said a group of things and tools, but they did not have the heart to care about the feeling of things and the feelings of tools.

As for the people who have no roots in the East Factory in the camp, Leng Yan doesn’t have to worry about it. Even if those people are their masters, Gao Sheng, who is dead, they will think about completing the tasks assigned to him by His Majesty. When they return to the palace, they will be granted official positions and ranks, and gold will be worth tens of thousands of taels. For eunuchs, it seems that money and the master’s favor are the most important things, one hundred times, one thousand times, or even ten thousand times more important than their lives.

"Mr. Leng, Master Duan, the Purple Banner Captain, what if it will last forever? Are we still planning to attack? Then!"

"What do you mean by father-in-law?" Leng Yan knew that Gao Sheng was the one who knew the best at all times. At this time, when he saw Zhao Xing losing and died, he always looked calm and composed. He knew that all this, including Zhao Xing's from his appearance to his loss, must be within his expectations.

Gao Sheng, the old man Gao Sheng, the leader of the Wugen Sect of the Dongchang Factory, the popular man around His Majesty Emperor Hongwu, and the adoptive father of the confidant young eunuch of the eldest grandson Zhu Yunwen, can be said to have reached this point today. If he had no cleverness and control, he would probably not have been able to get to this day, and he would not have lived to this day.

Eunuch Gao looked at the scene of carrying Zhao Xing's body away, and sneered: "Sir, Zhao Xing is the first one of us to test the Emei Sect. We have now got the desired result. With an indifferent and useless person, his death and life are like an ant's life and death, and there is no need to care about it at all.

The Emei Sect now has the centipede worm that dies without being stagnant. There are also two sects of Wudang and Shaolin. Among them, Yin Liting and Wuxiang, the fame of the world, are there, and it is really difficult to deal with."

Speaking of this, Gao Sheng paused and looked at Leng Yan beside him and said, "But, as we planned at the beginning, it is still OK to kill some elites from the three factions and some people.

At the same time, just as we planned at the beginning of the Purple Banner Captain, we just did it according to that plan. Anyway, the Ming Cult here is not a loss-making business. At about the same time, our people will better harvest the battlefield. And take a Mount Emei to consume three factions, and our people will go on again, just like that bet, an Emei faction is enough to offer it to His Majesty the Emperor.”

"Well, what my father-in-law said is right, everything is still carried out according to the plan. Moreover, His Majesty the Emperor is preparing to build a large-scale construction and needs a palace as a place to travel. Do you think the Emei Sect is a good place? They are all ready-made and are also in Mount Emei with unique scenery."

"Haha, what the lord said is good! Lord Duan is here, he has a plan for the future, and he has a good plan for the future. If he wins, he can still get out of it without winning."

"My father-in-law, he is worthy of being a close minister who followed His Majesty to conquer the world and overthrew the Mongolian Yuan and various heroes to compete for the world. He must have learned some of Mr. Bowen's things, which is extraordinary!"

Gao Sheng said modestly: "My lord is a mistake. Mr. Bowen conquers the world by half of the Analects of Confucius, assisting His Majesty in fighting for the world to establish a foundation for all generations. The family is an old slave who serves tea and water to get rid of trouble for Mr. Bowen and the generals. How can he compare with Mr. Bowen!"
Chapter completed!