Although in every fighting meeting, the royal family and the divine religion have all kinds of "fighting", and the common people are also happy to watch, the battles between the two have winners and losers. Generally speaking, the divine religion wins more, after all, the divine religion wins more. There are magic spells that can be taught as a bonus.
But... both sides are very careful to maintain a fight without breaking the situation. At least they will leave a bottom line and not do anything that makes the other party strongly afraid.
And the current situation is... neither side has left a bottom line or face for the other party.
At such a critical juncture, Emperor Zhao Bairen asked the prince to take his place at such a place. This in itself was an extremely important political signal: I am serious about giving in!
The prince himself is a person with an extremely clear position. To sum up, he will firmly suppress the spiritual world, especially the Qiankun Sect, focusing on attacking the aristocracy and plutocrats, especially the landlords and tycoons who collude with officials and businessmen.
Therefore, the crown prince's succession was extremely bad news for the Divine Religion. The Divine Religion's response to this was... National Preceptor Chang Yuan made an extremely high-profile appearance, imposing pressure on all parties!
To be honest, there are definitely not a few cultivators in Shenjing who have the ability to do this with such style, but there is no other person besides Chang Yuan who has the qualifications, courage and style to do so.
Because this is showing off in front of everyone in the world, and in front of the Qiankun Divine Sect...
Everyone watched helplessly as Chang Yuan stepped into the air, descended from the sky, and along the way, everyone prostrated wherever he went, bowing their heads in salute. Some fanatics even raised their hands in the air, with tears in their eyes, and shouted loudly: "National Master! !Hail!!”
"Wanshou!! Imperial Master!!"
"Long live! Long live the Imperial Master!!"
Such a sound sounded like a mountain roar and a tsunami. Although it was not as fervent as before, the shouts were continuous, as if the stormy waves never stopped.
Yes, apart from the emperor, in the land of Daqi, only the national preceptor Chang Yuan was qualified to be called "Long Live" without being convicted.
Because this is an old monster that has lived for more than five hundred years, it has long been deified among the people. Even many people who do not believe in religion regard him as a symbol of longevity and blessings. They worship him at home and make incense continuous day and night.
The Imperial Preceptor Chang Yuan walked all the way as if he were walking alone in the wilderness. He could not hear the earth-shattering shouts. He could not see the eager eyes of the two sides like a baby longing for its parents. He was walking alone in the air, solitary, alone, but all kinds of things. majesty.
Along the way, when Chang Yuan landed, he had already reached the high platform where the prince was standing. But this time he did not stand next to the throne as usual. He stood in front of the prince like a defender and protector. , standing motionless in front of this throne, a pair of deep eyes hidden in his hood staring straight at the prince, making the prince's whole body tremble.
The prince naturally has a life-saving magic weapon on his body, and with his great determination and faith that he has cultivated through traveling all over the country and experiencing countless hardships for so many years, he is still restless under the gaze of these eyes.
After the two of them faced off like this for a while, the prince stood up and bowed deeply to the Imperial Preceptor Chang Yuan: "Is the Imperial Preceptor okay?"
Imperial Master Chang Yuan nodded slightly as an answer. Then he turned around and raised his hands slightly. The wild shouts of the people around him suddenly stopped like ripples spreading, and the entire Shenjing fell into silence again.
National Preceptor Chang Yuan slowly pulled out an oak staff from his cuff. This staff was different from other staffs. It did not have exquisite magic circle patterns, nor was it inlaid with spiritual crystals. It looked like An ordinary crutch to help an elderly person walk.
But no one would use it as an ordinary crutch. The reason is very simple, because it is the walking stick of the national master Chang Yuan!
Imperial Master Chang Yuan slowly raised the scepter in his hand. For a moment, the light between heaven and earth dimmed suddenly, as if all the light in the world was attracted by this scepter. Only the top of this scepter rolled a dazzling white ball. The entire white ball exudes light that is difficult for ordinary eyes to see directly, like a small sun.
Chang Yuan's voice was calm but distant, low but shocking: "The country is prosperous, the holy religion is clear, the whole world is happy, and the blessings and longevity are shared!"
After saying that, the white light at the top of the scepter in his hand suddenly spread out and turned into countless stars, falling into every corner of Shenjing like a drizzle.
Everyone in Shenjing who was bathed in this light rain felt refreshed and energetic, as if they were ten years younger.
Some people even shouted: "My legs, my legs don't hurt anymore!!"
"Me too, my old waist doesn't hurt anymore!!"
"It's the national master, the national master is blessed! The national master is blessed!!"
Everyone was excited again. They knelt on the ground and shouted loudly: "Hail the Imperial Master! Hail the Imperial Master!!"
Even Li Chengfeng, who was in the crowd, also bathed in this light rain. He truly felt that this light rain did contain a vigorous vitality, although it had no effect on him.
But for ordinary people, this is a rare grace.
Many of them had hidden diseases, and their health improved significantly after bathing in the light rain. Even the elderly people threw away their crutches and knelt down after bathing in the light rain, as if they were rejuvenated.
Li Chengfeng and Zhao Xiaobao and the others next to him looked at each other in shock!
There are monks everywhere who can quickly restore the body of a mortal, but... the one who can make millions of people in the entire Shenjing bathe in this magical light rain is probably the only one in front of me. The unpredictable national master!
What a terrifying magic power this is! !
Simply unheard of!
The national preceptor Chang Yuan then raised his hand again, and the shouts in the city disappeared again. Chang Yuan said slowly: "Heroes from all over the world gather in the sacred capital for this grand event. The whole world celebrates it. The winner of the world will enjoy this blessing!"
For a moment, Shenjing cheered again. How could the people know what the words of the National Preceptor Chang Yuan meant, but the monks who were going to participate in the fighting ceremony knew very well that the National Preceptor Chang Yuan said clearly: In the end The winner will get the scepter in his hand!
This made the reserved monks all excited. They naturally knew that the staff used by the national master Chang Yuan was not an ordinary thing.
Those monks who thought they had the strength to win the championship had flames named desire burning in their eyes.
Li Chengfeng saw this, shook his head secretly and sighed: If he didn't have the Sunset Spear, the Sky-Breaking Sword and the Wen Sheng Pen in his hands, I'm afraid he would be tempted by this!
This is really two peaches killing three people, and one stick capturing the hearts of the world!
Compared with Li Chengfeng's sigh, the one who resented the most was Prince Zhao Hanqing.
After Chang Yuan, the Imperial Preceptor, appeared on the scene, he discovered that there was basically nothing left to do with him. He was not the real emperor and could not let the Imperial Preceptor salute him. On the contrary, as the prince, even if he was the crown prince, as long as he If he does not ascend to the ninth position, he will pay homage to the imperial master.
Chang Yuan accurately hit the prince's weakness and slapped the prince in a very high-profile manner in front of the world: You are just a younger brother! !
Prince Zhao Hanqing grasped the armrests of the dragon chair tightly with both hands, veins popped out on the back of his hands. He suppressed the anger in his heart. After a while, he suddenly stood up and walked to the other side unhurriedly.
On one side of the high platform, there was a bronze bell hung high. Zhao Hanqing went straight to the huge bronze bell, pulled the bumper hard, and then pushed hard!
"Boom"! ! !
For a time, the huge copper bell resounded throughout Shenjing, suppressing all the cheers!
Imperial Master Chang Yuan was stunned for a moment and turned to look at the prince with complicated eyes for a moment.
The officials who were "watching the battle" under the high platform all had complicated eyes and sweat dripping from their backs.
Yes, this was a battle without gunpowder. It was the first time that the young prince and the old imperial advisor were in such a public place. The two started a short but fierce secret battle around power and majesty.
The prince took the lead and captured the attention with his magnificent appearance, but the appearance of the national master overshadowed everything.
Just as the Imperial Preceptor was trying to force the Crown Prince to end this grand event, the Crown Prince suddenly took matters into his own hands and rang the bell.
In the past, it was the emperor who spoke the words of the Imperial Preceptor, and it was the Imperial Preceptor who rang the bell to announce the start of the meeting.
But now, the national master has taken the lead, and the prince, not to be outdone, turns back against the general!
The fight between the two kings in the divine capital seems to have just come to an end, and the battle between the Daqi royal family headed by the prince and the Qiankun Divine Sect seems to have just begun.