Seeing that the emperor was silent, the prince seemed a little anxious, and even knelt down with a "thump" and said, "Father, please go to the eminent monk Wuneng to go to Yue Kingdom together, please let the father know the kindness!"

"My son vows to appease his heart and advise him to come from now on, and he will not send a soldier or a soldier to cross the Zhang River half a step!"

The two princes suddenly seemed a little restless and secretly glanced at the senior brother of Shenxiao Palace. The senior brother nodded imperceptibly. The two of them hurriedly rolled and crawled, and knelt behind the prince.

One of them shouted: "Your Majesty, my son and I will submit your advice!"

Another moment later, he couldn't help but feel ruthless and said loudly: "Father, the prince is assisting in the government, and the state affairs are complicated, how can you leave without permission? My son is willing to send a mission to another country on behalf of His Highness the Crown Prince to fulfill his love for the people!"

The emperor couldn't help but be surprised!

He looked suspiciously at the host of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism, and then looked back at the three princes, feeling mixed in his heart: Although the prince does not reject Taoism, he has always been closer to Buddhism, thinking I don’t know?

As for these two princes, they had long been worshipped under the Shenxiao Palace. The three of them always said that they would say that they would be right, and they would say that they would be wrong. If they said that they would be okay, they would say that they would be wrong. In short, they would have to carry them.

What's wrong today?

Could it be that I sent troops to attack Yue Kingdom this time, and Shenxiao Palace and Lingbao Temple openly support it, but in fact I am secretly opposed it?

He couldn't help but look at the little Taoist Bai who was sitting still, and then glanced at the tense monk in the field, thinking to himself: Well, this country is the country of a few little guys after all, and this world is also the world of these young people after all.

No matter what tricks and tricks these three guys are playing or what tricks they are playing, today is better, just follow them!

Thinking of this, the emperor touched his beard under the jaw, a smile appeared on his face, and said, "You all get up!"

"Today's grand ceremony for the discussion of scriptures, all the wise men have arrived, but this is not a court meeting. You must not miss the main business, nor do you neglect the distinguished guests!"

"I will first check what you are doing, and then discuss the details."

Upon hearing this, the prince and the two princes said happily: "My son thanked my father!"

The three of them got up and returned to their original positions. They looked respectful and looked complicated. No one knew what these three guys were thinking.

After Mingyun and "Wu Neng" showed their momentum, there was finally movement.

Wuneng was young, and the first move was to take action, and it was a move of "golden swords and iron horses". As the long sword flashed, the air in front of him condensed into shape, making him become a golden armored general, with teeth and claws, roaring hideously, and pounced on Mingyun.

There were clearly swords and swords in the hall, roaring like a tide, and the shadows were running horses, but the petals were spread on the ground, so I could have some leisure time.

Mingyun's eyes suddenly brightened. He seemed to have been waiting for this move for a long time. He let out a light "hi" sound, and a sword shone with cold light, and quickly circled it in front of him.

┗|o′|┛ao~~

A long roar of evil ghosts suddenly sounded in the hall. The phantom of the fierce ghost, which was almost the same as that of the Golden Armored General, flashed out of thin air, opened its mouth, with sharp teeth, and bit it in the air.

It seemed as if you could hear the sound of flesh and blood flying, the muffled sound of bones breaking, the scream of the cracked head, and the golden armor fought with the evil ghost.

Looking at such a battle, Zhao Xiaobai's thoughts couldn't help but fly far away: If he wanted to keep the petals on the ground not to disturb the ground, he could only fight like this. However, if he had to condense the sword energy into shape and attack the enemy, it would not be a joke.

This is not a magic, this is a sword intent, which is much more difficult than emitting a sword light to kill people! Without an extremely high and pure cultivation level, coupled with strong willpower, there is no one in the door.

Mingyun looked like a sword-practice embryo, and he was nearly thirty years old, so it would be fine if he had such ability. But even if this little monk started practicing sword from his mother's belly, he would not be so powerful.

But even if he is so powerful, he is still inferior to that little witch of the demon clan?

How perverted should that little witch be?

But the little witch couldn't stand Qin Fangfang! Then the pride of this human race, Qin, the prince of the Great Xia Kingdom, is really not a fool.

Oh, in this world, there are too many evil people, it’s so dangerous!

He always thinks that others are powerful. As for how he compares with these three people, whether he can beat them or who they can beat them, he has never thought about it seriously.

Of course, it's useless to think about it, and he doesn't know it either. Because he has not fought with anyone since his debut.

The two of them gritted their teeth and fought hard, making the hall dim and dull. Another powerful general and the other expelled evil ghosts, and the wind was even more terrifying, turning the royal hall into a straight look like the Shura hell!

Most of the people in the hall had their own cultivation, but the ones who could compete with them were far from the rest except for two or three people. Some people couldn't support them immediately and screamed.

Mingyun suddenly changed his style, and he suddenly pulled the sword with his left hand, but a wooden sword appeared in his right hand.

Peach wood sword!

Almost everyone knows that Taoist priests are the best at catching ghosts and exorcising ghosts. Although monks can ward off evil spirits, they cannot take ghosts. The peach wood sword is a Taoist magic weapon, and ghosts are not close to each other, and it happens to be the only magic weapon to restrain the Li generals.

As soon as Mingyun's peach wood sword appeared, many discerning people in the hall suddenly felt a "knock" in their hearts: Oh, this little monk was probably fooled by this Taoist priest! Why did he just attack the enemy's strengths with his own shortcomings?

What's wrong with transforming into something, but they just make some powerful generals to bluff people? Catching ghosts and suppressing ghosts is the strong point of Taoist priests.

Sure enough, Mingyun blew on the peach wood sword in one breath, and the sword suddenly glowed with a bright yellow light. The generals in the air suddenly seemed to be ghosts, panicking and fleeing in a panic.

Under the fierce biting of the evil ghost, they either broke their legs and arms, or their intestines and stomachs, or they threw away their armor and discarded their armor...

The senior brother of Shenxiao Palace showed a victorious smile on his face, and he picked up the tea cup on the table with a leisurely gesture, and took a sip of tea.

The big thing has been decided! Mingyun should be won.

Then, if you win two games in three games, the suspense of this seminar was killed. The last game was just a form, just a formality.

good.

Zhao Xiaobai looked at the battle situation on the court and couldn't help but open his eyes wide, with a slight teasing smile on his face: Although you are so slippery, you are so smart and terrified. But this time, you just fell into someone else's pocket. I think you will come up with a plan?

You are younger than others and have a lower level than others. Can you still bite people? If you have the ability, you can bite them, haha.

A strange sound suddenly sounded in the air.

"Dang!"

The sound was not loud, and the people in the hall didn't feel it too loud, but it sounded like a thunderbolt in Zhao Xiaobai's ears!

Too familiar, so familiar!

This dreamy clanging sound, ah! It is... the moment the surgical instrument gently fell into the porcelain plate, making a collision sound!

The long-lost memories immediately burst into the dam like a flood, filling his chest...

"Hemostatic pliers! Bending pliers No. 3!"

"Dang..."

"Pay attention to the changes in the electrocardiogram!"

"Hemostatic pack!"

"Dang..."

"Type-cutting!"

"Dang..."
Chapter completed!