People from the Twelve Martial Arts Sects swept their eyes into the Civil and Military Hall.

After a long time, everyone frowned.

They found that no one in the civil and military hall met the characteristics of the Xiaoyao King.

In other words, the Xiaoyao King was not in the Civil and Military Hall.

The Xiyan Sword Sect suffered the most heavy losses in Tianning City.

Seven sword masters, five dead and two injured.

All thanks to Bai Tu and Ji Xueyi.

However, Lin Tienan, the leader of the Xiyan Sword Sect, did not dare to go to Juling Palace to ask for an explanation, so he could only put all his anger on the Xiaoyao Palace.

In fact, the concerns of the Twelve Martial Arts Sects towards the Xiaoyao Palace are indispensable for the reasons for the Giant Spirit Palace.

Lin Tienan has a very loud voice and a very rough appearance, which is extremely inconsistent with the artistic conception of the four characters of the Xiyan Sword School.

But this did not hinder him from becoming a master of kendo in the slightest.

With his eyes falling on Su Yu, Lin Tiennan said coldly: "Since King Xiaoyao has the courage to invite us, but he has no courage to show up. Now I'll let you face us."

"What does this mean?"

"Or, this Xiaoyao King is really so confident that he plans to openly become an enemy of our twelve martial arts sects?"

Lin Tienan's questioning made Su Yu's face turn extremely gloomy.

After all, he was an emperor in his throne. He was asked in front of his subjects and his face was not good-looking.

However, this is not the first time that the Twelve Martial Arts Sects have been so arrogant, since the last bloody battle of the Civil and Military Hall.

Su Yu had no face in front of the Twelve Martial Arts Sects.

Facing Lin Tienan, although Su Yu had already chosen his position, he did not dare to show his hostility deliberately.

At least he dared not show it before Ao Bei appeared.

Shaking his head, Su Yu said in a calm voice: "King Xiaoyao has not arrived, please wait."

"Wait?"

"Tsk tsk!"

Wei Cheng, the leader of the Yinshan Evil Sect, laughed sinisterly and said, "Let me all the twelve martial arts sects meet each other. Does he have such a great face?"

"It seems that this King Xiaoyao is used to free and easy in the world..."

"I'm afraid I don't know that the heavens are angry, and they are even more murderous than the human world. Tsk tsk..."

After the words came, Wei Cheng backed his hands from the air, and his clear handprints floated towards Su Yu, if he was hit by this slap.

The injury was small, but Su Yu really couldn't raise his head in this civil and military hall.

“Hula~”

At this moment, a beautiful red shadow flew from outside the Wenwu Hall.

His figure was like dancing lightly in the sky, his charm was like a fox, and his toes were like stepping onto the water, and he had instantly arrived in front of Su Yu.

Blocked Wei Cheng's attack for Su Yu.

Seeing the sudden appearance of figure, people from the twelve martial arts sects were slightly lost at this moment, no matter how mature and persistent they were on weekdays.

The desires buried in the heart are like being ignited by wildfires and cannot be extinguished.

Su Fuyao's appearance and his attempt to rescue Su Yu made his originally deep and negative mood feel like a dead tree in spring, refreshing his mind.

It’s not that Su Yu is happy that Su Fuyao helped him to clear the siege.

But Su Yu was happy, and Su Fuyao also had his brother in his eyes.

In the past three months since he retired to the villa, Su Yu has taken most of the matters a lot, and only his relatives around him have taken Su Yu extra attention.

This complex emotion is strange.

Perhaps only when a person has nothing to lose can he know what he really misses.

Just as everyone stared at Su Fuyao with their eyes fixed on him, a woman slowly walked in from outside the Civil and Military Hall.

When they saw the woman clearly, the people from the Twelve Martial Arts Sects were solemn and their faces were heavy.

There are still levels of difference in different levels.

Shicha Palace represents the highest level of martial arts status in the southern region.

Putting aside the background left by the emperor, the current power of Shicha Hall is not worse than that of some holy sects.

Moreover, Shicha Hall never regards itself as a famous orthodox family, and most of the people in the hall are cruel people who like to kill.

The disciples in the hall allow private fights, regardless of life or death, or method.

Those who are capable and able to live will get corresponding status in Shicha Hall.

In short, the law of the strong prey on the weak is fully reflected in Shicha Hall.

The head of the Hundred Flowers Hall of Shicha Hall invites Lianhua to be the most representative evil figure in Shicha Hall.

The evil who invites you to love flowers is far above Wei Cheng, the Yinshan Sect, who regards himself as the evil sect.

Because Ying Lianhua has a very terrible preference.

Before noon every day, she will definitely kill one person, and only men.

It doesn’t matter what the man is. In short, it’s time to be invited to meet Lianhua, and it’s impossible to live again.

The appearance of Yi Lianhua made the atmosphere in the Wenwu Hall a little tense.

"I heard that there was a Xiaoyao King in the Dali Dynasty named Ao Bei, who is?"

Although the charm of inviting to the flowers is still there, it is actually old.

But her voice was surprisingly immature, like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.

The feeling it gives people is really strange.

Seeing that Yao Lianhua's purpose was also for Ao Bei, this made the twelve martial arts sects breathe a sigh of relief.

If they invited Lianhua to represent Shichadian who wanted to intervene in the interests of the Dali Dynasty, they really didn't know what to do for a while.

Regarding the issue of inviting Lianhua, the Wenwu Hall fell into a brief silence.

Just when people from the Twelve Martial Arts Sects wanted to remind Yao Lianhua, Ao Bei had not yet appeared.

In the center of the hall, directly in front of Su Yu, an ugly slave wearing a black robe and a ghostly mask suddenly appeared, like a ghost, silent.

Not many people have seen ugly slaves in the hall.

Xie Tang and Dong Chengfeng have seen him, and Su Fuyao has also seen him.

Anyone who has seen the ugly slave will not be erased by time.

This is an extremely mysterious and terrifying person.

But no one knows how terrifying it is.

His vicissitudes of eyes looked through the mask and looked at the twelve martial arts sects and Yao Lianhua.

"The Twelve Martial Arts Sects, Shicha Hall invites Lianhua, and everyone who should come from Tianning City has come, which is very good."

A mottled and decaying voice came from the mouth of the ugly slave.

When Su Yu, on the throne, heard the voice of the ugly slave, his whole body felt as if he was struck by lightning, and he suddenly stood on the spot.

The fear of the morning that seemed to have happened before his eyes again, making him unable to help but churn in his stomach.

But now everyone's attention is focused on the ugly slave, and no one notices Su Yu's discomfort at all.

The voice of the ugly slave can bring fear to people naturally.

At this moment, it fell into the ears of the people in the hall, making them feel extremely uncomfortable as if they were both heartbroken.

Lin Tiennan shouted like a bell, shouting: "Who are you?"

Chou Nu shook his head, his voice calm and heavy: "There are too many people asking me about this question, and I don't want to answer it anymore."

"I'm here, just to convey an order to you on behalf of Xiaoyao."

'Order?'

The word Chou Nu seems to deliberately anger the twelve martial arts sects.

But no one interrupted the ugly slave at this time.
Chapter completed!