Song Qingshu rejoiced in his heart, it seemed that Dongfang Bubai was not fully sure about the battle on the night of the full moon, otherwise it would not be so easy for him to deceive him into revealing his true gender.
Gathering his mind, Song Qingshu said: "Feng Qingyang's famous stunt in the past was Dugu Nine Swords, but now he doesn't have a single move that is Dugu Nine Swords... Dongfang girl, this is all Song said, so I will leave."
Watching Song Qingshu leave, Dongfang Bubai's face was cloudy and uncertain, he looked up at the sky, thoughtful: "If there is no trick to win, there is a trick?"
Song Qingshu didn't feel that what he did was harmful to Feng Qingyang. Experts of this level should have a fair duel. He just brought them back to the same starting point.
After a few days of eating and sleeping in the trees, Song Qingshu finally waited for the night of the full moon. Seeing the two girls who had already disguised themselves as imperial guards, Song Qingshu could not help but exhort: "You are too handsome and conspicuous. Follow me , Try not to speak, otherwise people will be very suspicious when they hear your voice."
Xia Qingqing was full of thoughts and nodded casually. Li Yuanzhi suppressed the excitement in his heart and nodded vigorously.
Noticing the joy in Li Yuanzhi's eyes, compared with Xia Qingqing's preoccupied look, Song Qingshu couldn't help sighing in his heart: What a carefree girl...
Duolong and Song Qingshu have been very busy these few days. Today is the day of the decisive battle. The two of them deployed heavy troops at each gate of the palace, increasing the number of patrolling guards several times that of usual times.
"Brother Song!" Seeing Song Qingshu's eyes brighten in the distance, Duolong hurriedly pulled him aside, glanced furtively around, and asked in a low voice, "Who do you think will win the battle tonight?"
Song Qingshu looked at him in astonishment: "Both of them are peerless masters, and no one can guess before they fight."
Duolong laughed and said, "Brother Song, we are all on our own, and I will show you a way to get rich."
Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked, "I hope Brother Da will give me some guidance."
Duolong looked around again to make sure no one was eavesdropping, and then said: "Although Dongfang Hierarch is recognized as the number one master in the Qing Dynasty, after all, our martial arts in the Qing Dynasty is relatively withered, and people in other countries' martial arts will think that Dongfang The leader is not worthy of his name."
"Feng Qingyang is different, he became famous earlier, decades ago in the Central Plains area where martial arts flourished, it was a myth, so many people in the martial arts are optimistic that Feng Qingyang will win."
"The bankers in the capital have long seen the business opportunity and set up a market for the two of them. If the bet is clear and the wind wins, you will pay two, and if you bet on the Eastern Hierarch, you will pay three. If you buy a tie, you will pay three for one."
"Oh?" Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect the ancient gaming industry to be so developed. He asked quickly, "Which side is the big brother?"
"Hey," Duolong smiled strangely, "Brother Song, this is what I said about the tricky tricks of the game in Chapter 111."
chance of getting rich. "
"How to say?" Song Qingshu looked at him suspiciously.
"People from other countries are naturally more optimistic about Feng Qingyang. Even if they have doubts, many people will only guard against a tie between the two. The Eastern Hierarch is generally not favored. If we pay a lot of money to buy the Eastern Hierarch to win, wouldn't we be able to make a lot of money? Pen?" Duolong became more and more excited as he spoke, and his breathing became short of breath.
Song Qingshu frowned when he heard this: "Are you so sure that the Eastern leader can win?"
"This is the key point!" Duolong said excitedly, "Today the emperor specially sent me to inform you, asking you to help the Eastern leader in secret."
Song Qingshu was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that Dongfang Bubai is now the number one expert under Kangxi's command. Kangxi naturally does not want him to be hurt, so it is normal to use any means to help Dongfang Bubai win...
But Song Qingshu didn't want to wade into this muddy water. Looking at Xia Qingqing in the distance, Song Qingshu smiled wryly at Duolong and said, "Brother, with Feng Qingyang and Dongfang's martial arts, how can I get in? Let's talk , even if I make a move, but so many martial arts people outside the palace are occupying high places to watch, so how can the game count?"
Duolong hesitated for a moment, looked at Song Qingshu and said: "Brother Song, I think you are the one who said it yourself. The emperor's oral order has already been issued. If you resist the order and don't respect it, and the final result of the martial arts competition is not what the emperor wants to see, When Long Yan gets angry, even Lord Wei cannot save you."
Seeing that Song Qingshu's face was not good-looking, Duolong continued: "Besides, many princes and ministers have heard the news, and they have bet a lot of money to come in. If the Eastern Hierarch loses in the end, they will lose everything... Even if the emperor is magnanimous , Don’t blame Brother Song, you can’t continue to gain a foothold in the court... As for the problem of deception, Brother Song’s high martial arts skills must not be a problem for you.”
"Okay, Song will do his best." Song Qingshu turned and left with a serious face.
"Brother Song, don't worry, as long as the Dongfang leader wins, everyone will leave you a thank you gift." Hearing the voice behind him, Song Qingshu smiled wryly, and waved his hand casually to show that he knew.
"What did Duolong tell you?" Seeing him coming back, Xia Qingqing asked suspiciously.
"It's nothing, some safety issues about the Forbidden City tonight." Song Qingshu didn't dare to tell her the truth, he grinned, showing a smile that was uglier than crying, "Let's go to the rest of the places to inspect first."
"I didn't expect to be able to watch the duel between the two top experts at that time at a close distance today. I will go back and talk to my master. I can't kill him after seeing the beauty." Among the three people in the party, Li Yunzhi is probably the only one who has a detached audience attitude towards tonight's duel .
"Brother Song, you have fought against both of them, do you think Grand Master Feng can win tonight?" Xia Qingqing asked Song Qingshu with a worried face.
"Senior Feng has a higher realm of martial arts, and Dongfang Bubai moves faster. The two have their own advantages and disadvantages, and their overall strengths are very close.
In a fair duel, the outcome of the two should be 50-50. However, before our Huashan party, Senior Feng has already familiarized himself with some characteristics of Dongfang Bubai from me, so his chances of winning should be greater... "
Song Qingshu had no choice but to lie to her, but he thought in his heart that it was nothing more than secretly reporting to Dongfang Bubai before, but tonight, no matter what, he could not help Dongfang Bubai again, otherwise how could Qingqing forgive himself
But he couldn't directly resist and disobey the order, which was a real headache, Song Qingshu shook his head irritably.
The group of three unknowingly came to the training place at the sticky pole. When the hostage disciples of those sects saw Song Qingshu approaching, they all stopped practicing martial arts and came forward to see him.
Song Qingshu waved his hand and said, "I think you all know about tonight's duel. In order to ensure the safety of the palace, the guards in the palace will be extremely strict tonight. You are not official guards, so you can't go out of this courtyard tonight... you can't just watch a duel , why do you all look like you have eaten arsenic?"
Seeing the appearance of one person in the field, Li Yuanzhi, who was standing behind Song Qingshu, couldn't help turning pale. Chapter 112 The Battle of the World
A few people in the field just saw Li Yunzhi behind Song Qingshu clearly, so they looked extremely unnatural. It's just that Song Qingshu's mind is mostly focused on tonight's countermeasures at the moment, and he didn't notice the abnormality in the field.
"Let's do this first, I came here to remind you, lest you lose your life in a daze. I have to go to other places, so I'll go first." Song Qingshu waved his hand casually, turned and walked out.
"Congratulations, my lord!" A group of people saluted one after another.
Li Yuanzhi followed Song Qingshu, several times he couldn't help but turned his head to look at a young man in the field, his eyes were full of pleading, seeing the other person shook his head firmly, he had no choice but to leave, but his spirit had turned into a distraught man .
"Girl Li, why did you suddenly stop chattering?" Song Qingshu suddenly felt a little quiet in his ears, looked up at Li Yuanzhi and asked casually.
"Ah, is there?" Li Yunzhi looked a little flustered, and said unnaturally, "There is no chatter."
Song Qingshu glanced at her suspiciously, but he knew that girls' minds were known to be unpredictable, so he didn't bother to guess what Li Yunzhi was thinking... Lowering his head, Song Qingshu began to think about tonight's countermeasure again.
It's a pity that Song Qingshu didn't come up with a perfect plan until the evening. Seeing Dongfang Bubai in a loose red robe standing on the yellow glazed tiles on the top of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Song Qingshu smiled wryly and said, "Take one step at a time, and play by ear."
Before they knew it, a bright moon had already risen in the sky, and the soft moonlight shone on Dongfang Bubai, making many people see clearly for the first time the leader of the Demon Cult who terrified decent people all over the world. Seeing that Dongfang Bubai is actually a young and handsome man who looks like a woman, the martial arts people outside the palace were all surprised.
Dongfang Bubai's face was sinking like water, and he stood facing the wind with his hands behind his back, staring closely at the center of the moon.
Song Qingshu looked thoughtfully, and followed Dongfang Bubai's line of sight, only to see a small black dot appearing in the bright moon, slowly getting bigger and bigger, after seeing it clearly, Song Qingshu couldn't help being horrified.
It turned out that Feng Qingyang was dressed in Tsing Yi, standing on a sword with both feet, riding the wind and riding the moon. Under the shining moonlight, his white hair further accentuated his immortal demeanor.
"Flying Sword? How is it possible!" Song Qingshu's head seemed to freeze, and his thoughts raced quickly: Is this really the world of martial arts? How could there be Flying Sword in the world of martial arts? It's unscientific. I must have gone to the wrong set.
Sure enough, there was a gasp from outside the palace, as if a pot had exploded.
A look of surprise flashed across Dongfang Bubai's face, but his reaction was not as exaggerated as Song Qingshu and others. Seeing Feng Qingyang falling a few feet away, he said with a faint smile: "Mr. Feng's swordsmanship is superb. Dongfang has admired us for being the leader and ten elders of the Sun Moon God Sect."
Being reminded by the other party of some old things in his heart, a faint sadness appeared on Feng Qingyang's face. Chapter 112 The Battle of the World
A few people in the field just saw Li Yunzhi behind Song Qingshu clearly, so they looked extremely unnatural. It's just that Song Qingshu's mind is mostly focused on tonight's countermeasures at the moment, and he didn't notice the abnormality in the field.
"Let's do this first, I came here to remind you, lest you lose your life in a daze. I have to go to other places, so I'll go first." Song Qingshu waved his hand casually, turned and walked out.
"Congratulations, my lord!" A group of people saluted one after another.
Li Yuanzhi followed Song Qingshu, several times he couldn't help but turned his head to look at a young man in the field, his eyes were full of pleading, seeing the other person shook his head firmly, he had no choice but to leave, but his spirit had turned into a distraught man .
"Girl Li, why did you suddenly stop chattering?" Song Qingshu suddenly felt a little quiet in his ears, looked up at Li Yuanzhi and asked casually.
"Ah, is there?" Li Yunzhi looked a little flustered, and said unnaturally, "There is no chatter."
Song Qingshu glanced at her suspiciously, but he knew that girls' minds were known to be unpredictable, so he didn't bother to guess what Li Yunzhi was thinking... Lowering his head, Song Qingshu began to think about tonight's countermeasure again.
It's a pity that Song Qingshu didn't come up with a perfect plan until the evening. Seeing Dongfang Bubai in a loose red robe standing on the yellow glazed tiles on the top of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Song Qingshu smiled wryly and said, "Take one step at a time, and play by ear."
Before they knew it, a bright moon had already risen in the sky, and the soft moonlight shone on Dongfang Bubai, making many people see clearly for the first time the leader of the Demon Cult who terrified decent people all over the world. Seeing that Dongfang Bubai is actually a young and handsome man who looks like a woman, the martial arts people outside the palace were all surprised.
Dongfang Bubai's face was sinking like water, and he stood facing the wind with his hands behind his back, staring closely at the center of the moon.
Song Qingshu looked thoughtfully, and followed Dongfang Bubai's line of sight, only to see a small black dot appearing in the bright moon, slowly getting bigger and bigger, after seeing it clearly, Song Qingshu couldn't help being horrified.
It turned out that Feng Qingyang was dressed in Tsing Yi, standing on a sword with both feet, riding the wind and riding the moon. Under the shining moonlight, his white hair further accentuated his immortal demeanor.
"Flying Sword? How is it possible!" Song Qingshu's head seemed to freeze, and his thoughts raced quickly: Is this really the world of martial arts? How could there be Flying Sword in the world of martial arts? It's unscientific. I must have gone to the wrong set.
Sure enough, there was a gasp from outside the palace, as if a pot had exploded.
A look of surprise flashed across Dongfang Bubai's face, but his reaction was not as exaggerated as Song Qingshu and others. Seeing Feng Qingyang falling a few feet away, he said with a faint smile: "Mr. Feng's swordsmanship is superb. Dongfang has admired us for being the leader and ten elders of the Sun Moon God Sect."
Being reminded by the other party of some old things in his heart, a faint sadness appeared on Feng Qingyang's face. Chapter 112 The Battle of the World
A few people in the field just saw Li Yunzhi behind Song Qingshu clearly, so they looked extremely unnatural. It's just that Song Qingshu's mind is mostly focused on tonight's countermeasures at the moment, and he didn't notice the abnormality in the field.
"Let's do this first, I came here to remind you, lest you lose your life in a daze. I have to go to other places, so I'll go first." Song Qingshu waved his hand casually, turned and walked out.
"Congratulations, my lord!" A group of people saluted one after another.
Li Yuanzhi followed Song Qingshu, several times he couldn't help but turned his head to look at a young man in the field, his eyes were full of pleading, seeing the other person shook his head firmly, he had no choice but to leave, but his spirit had turned into a distraught man .
"Girl Li, why did you suddenly stop chattering?" Song Qingshu suddenly felt a little quiet in his ears, looked up at Li Yuanzhi and asked casually.
"Ah, is there?" Li Yunzhi looked a little flustered, and said unnaturally, "There is no chatter."
Song Qingshu glanced at her suspiciously, but he knew that girls' minds were known to be unpredictable, so he didn't bother to guess what Li Yunzhi was thinking... Lowering his head, Song Qingshu began to think about tonight's countermeasure again.
It's a pity that Song Qingshu didn't come up with a perfect plan until the evening. Seeing Dongfang Bubai in a loose red robe standing on the yellow glazed tiles on the top of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Song Qingshu smiled wryly and said, "Take one step at a time, and play by ear."
Before they knew it, a bright moon had already risen in the sky, and the soft moonlight shone on Dongfang Bubai, making many people see clearly for the first time the leader of the Demon Cult who terrified decent people all over the world. Seeing that Dongfang Bubai is actually a young and handsome man who looks like a woman, the martial arts people outside the palace were all surprised.
Dongfang Bubai's face was sinking like water, and he stood facing the wind with his hands behind his back, staring closely at the center of the moon.
Song Qingshu looked thoughtfully, and followed Dongfang Bubai's line of sight, only to see a small black dot appearing in the bright moon, slowly getting bigger and bigger, after seeing it clearly, Song Qingshu couldn't help being horrified.
It turned out that Feng Qingyang was dressed in Tsing Yi, standing on a sword with both feet, riding the wind and riding the moon. Under the shining moonlight, his white hair further accentuated his immortal demeanor.
"Flying Sword? How is it possible!" Song Qingshu's head seemed to freeze, and his thoughts raced quickly: Is this really the world of martial arts? How could there be Flying Sword in the world of martial arts? It's unscientific. I must have gone to the wrong set.
Sure enough, there was a gasp from outside the palace, as if a pot had exploded.
A look of surprise flashed across Dongfang Bubai's face, but his reaction was not as exaggerated as Song Qingshu and others. Seeing Feng Qingyang falling a few feet away, he said with a faint smile: "Mr. Feng's swordsmanship is superb. Dongfang has admired us for being the leader and ten elders of the Sun Moon God Sect."
Being reminded by the other party of some old things in his heart, a faint sadness appeared on Feng Qingyang's face. Chapter 112 The Battle of the World
A few people in the field just saw Li Yunzhi behind Song Qingshu clearly, so they looked extremely unnatural. It's just that Song Qingshu's mind is mostly focused on tonight's countermeasures at the moment, and he didn't notice the abnormality in the field.
"Let's do this first, I came here to remind you, lest you lose your life in a daze. I have to go to other places, so I'll go first." Song Qingshu waved his hand casually, turned and walked out.
"Congratulations, my lord!" A group of people saluted one after another.
Li Yuanzhi followed Song Qingshu, several times he couldn't help but turned his head to look at a young man in the field, his eyes were full of pleading, seeing the other person shook his head firmly, he had no choice but to leave, but his spirit had turned into a distraught man .
"Girl Li, why did you suddenly stop chattering?" Song Qingshu suddenly felt a little quiet in his ears, looked up at Li Yuanzhi and asked casually.
"Ah, is there?" Li Yunzhi looked a little flustered, and said unnaturally, "There is no chatter."
Song Qingshu glanced at her suspiciously, but he knew that girls' minds were known to be unpredictable, so he didn't bother to guess what Li Yunzhi was thinking... Lowering his head, Song Qingshu began to think about tonight's countermeasure again.
It's a pity that Song Qingshu didn't come up with a perfect plan until the evening. Seeing Dongfang Bubai in a loose red robe standing on the yellow glazed tiles on the top of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Song Qingshu smiled wryly and said, "Take one step at a time, and play by ear."
Before they knew it, a bright moon had already risen in the sky, and the soft moonlight shone on Dongfang Bubai, making many people see clearly for the first time the leader of the Demon Cult who terrified decent people all over the world. Seeing that Dongfang Bubai is actually a young and handsome man who looks like a woman, the martial arts people outside the palace were all surprised.
Dongfang Bubai's face was sinking like water, and he stood facing the wind with his hands behind his back, staring closely at the center of the moon.
Song Qingshu looked thoughtfully, and followed Dongfang Bubai's line of sight, only to see a small black dot appearing in the bright moon, slowly getting bigger and bigger, after seeing it clearly, Song Qingshu couldn't help being horrified.
It turned out that Feng Qingyang was dressed in Tsing Yi, standing on a sword with both feet, riding the wind and riding the moon. Under the shining moonlight, his white hair further accentuated his immortal demeanor.
"Flying Sword? How is it possible!" Song Qingshu's head seemed to freeze, and his thoughts raced quickly: Is this really the world of martial arts? How could there be Flying Sword in the world of martial arts? It's unscientific. I must have gone to the wrong set.
Sure enough, there was a gasp from outside the palace, as if a pot had exploded.
A look of surprise flashed across Dongfang Bubai's face, but his reaction was not as exaggerated as Song Qingshu and others. Seeing Feng Qingyang falling a few feet away, he said with a faint smile: "Mr. Feng's swordsmanship is superb. Dongfang has admired us for being the leader and ten elders of the Sun Moon God Sect."
Being reminded by the other party of some old things in his heart, a faint sadness appeared on Feng Qingyang's face. Chapter 112 The Battle of the World
A few people in the field just saw Li Yunzhi behind Song Qingshu clearly, so they looked extremely unnatural. It's just that Song Qingshu's mind is mostly focused on tonight's countermeasures at the moment, and he didn't notice the abnormality in the field.
"Let's do this first, I came here to remind you, lest you lose your life in a daze. I have to go to other places, so I'll go first." Song Qingshu waved his hand casually, turned and walked out.
"Congratulations, my lord!" A group of people saluted one after another.
Li Yuanzhi followed Song Qingshu, several times he couldn't help but turned his head to look at a young man in the field, his eyes were full of pleading, seeing the other person shook his head firmly, he had no choice but to leave, but his spirit had turned into a distraught man .
"Girl Li, why did you suddenly stop chattering?" Song Qingshu suddenly felt a little quiet in his ears, looked up at Li Yuanzhi and asked casually.
"Ah, is there?" Li Yunzhi looked a little flustered, and said unnaturally, "There is no chatter."
Song Qingshu glanced at her suspiciously, but he knew that girls' minds were known to be unpredictable, so he didn't bother to guess what Li Yunzhi was thinking... Lowering his head, Song Qingshu began to think about tonight's countermeasure again.
It's a pity that Song Qingshu didn't come up with a perfect plan until the evening. Seeing Dongfang Bubai in a loose red robe standing on the yellow glazed tiles on the top of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Song Qingshu smiled wryly and said, "Take one step at a time, and play by ear."
Before they knew it, a bright moon had already risen in the sky, and the soft moonlight shone on Dongfang Bubai, making many people see clearly for the first time the leader of the Demon Cult who terrified decent people all over the world. Seeing that Dongfang Bubai is actually a young and handsome man who looks like a woman, the martial arts people outside the palace were all surprised.
Dongfang Bubai's face was sinking like water, and he stood facing the wind with his hands behind his back, staring closely at the center of the moon.
Song Qingshu looked thoughtfully, and followed Dongfang Bubai's line of sight, only to see a small black dot appearing in the bright moon, slowly getting bigger and bigger, after seeing it clearly, Song Qingshu couldn't help being horrified.
It turned out that Feng Qingyang was dressed in Tsing Yi, standing on a sword with both feet, riding the wind and riding the moon. Under the shining moonlight, his white hair further accentuated his immortal demeanor.
"Flying Sword? How is it possible!" Song Qingshu's head seemed to freeze, and his thoughts raced quickly: Is this really the world of martial arts? How could there be Flying Sword in the world of martial arts? It's unscientific. I must have gone to the wrong set.
Sure enough, there was a gasp from outside the palace, as if a pot had exploded.
A look of surprise flashed across Dongfang Bubai's face, but his reaction was not as exaggerated as Song Qingshu and others. Seeing Feng Qingyang falling a few feet away, he said with a faint smile: "Mr. Feng's swordsmanship is superb. Dongfang has admired us for being the leader and ten elders of the Sun Moon God Sect."
Being reminded by the other party of some old things in his heart, a faint sadness appeared on Feng Qingyang's face. Chapter 112 The Battle of the World
A few people in the field just saw Li Yunzhi behind Song Qingshu clearly, so they looked extremely unnatural. It's just that Song Qingshu's mind is mostly focused on tonight's countermeasures at the moment, and he didn't notice the abnormality in the field.
"Let's do this first, I came here to remind you, lest you lose your life in a daze. I have to go to other places, so I'll go first." Song Qingshu waved his hand casually, turned and walked out.
"Congratulations, my lord!" A group of people saluted one after another.
Li Yuanzhi followed Song Qingshu, several times he couldn't help but turned his head to look at a young man in the field, his eyes were full of pleading, seeing the other person shook his head firmly, he had no choice but to leave, but his spirit had turned into a distraught man .
"Girl Li, why did you suddenly stop chattering?" Song Qingshu suddenly felt a little quiet in his ears, looked up at Li Yuanzhi and asked casually.
"Ah, is there?" Li Yunzhi looked a little flustered, and said unnaturally, "There is no chatter."
Song Qingshu glanced at her suspiciously, but he knew that girls' minds were known to be unpredictable, so he didn't bother to guess what Li Yunzhi was thinking... Lowering his head, Song Qingshu began to think about tonight's countermeasure again.
It's a pity that Song Qingshu didn't come up with a perfect plan until the evening. Seeing Dongfang Bubai in a loose red robe standing on the yellow glazed tiles on the top of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Song Qingshu smiled wryly and said, "Take one step at a time, and play by ear."
Before they knew it, a bright moon had already risen in the sky, and the soft moonlight shone on Dongfang Bubai, making many people see clearly for the first time the leader of the Demon Cult who terrified decent people all over the world. Seeing that Dongfang Bubai is actually a young and handsome man who looks like a woman, the martial arts people outside the palace were all surprised.
Dongfang Bubai's face was sinking like water, and he stood facing the wind with his hands behind his back, staring closely at the center of the moon.
Song Qingshu looked thoughtfully, and followed Dongfang Bubai's line of sight, only to see a small black dot appearing in the bright moon, slowly getting bigger and bigger, after seeing it clearly, Song Qingshu couldn't help being horrified.
It turned out that Feng Qingyang was dressed in Tsing Yi, standing on a sword with both feet, riding the wind and riding the moon. Under the shining moonlight, his white hair further accentuated his immortal demeanor.
"Flying Sword? How is it possible!" Song Qingshu's head seemed to freeze, and his thoughts raced quickly: Is this really the world of martial arts? How could there be Flying Sword in the world of martial arts? It's unscientific. I must have gone to the wrong set.
Sure enough, there was a gasp from outside the palace, as if a pot had exploded.
A look of surprise flashed across Dongfang Bubai's face, but his reaction was not as exaggerated as Song Qingshu and others. Seeing Feng Qingyang falling a few feet away, he said with a faint smile: "Mr. Feng's swordsmanship is superb. Dongfang has admired us for being the leader and ten elders of the Sun Moon God Sect."
Being reminded of some old things in his heart by the other party, a faint sadness appeared on Feng Qingyang's face