Feng Xiyu waved his hand lightly, and the ancient battle platform flew into the air, rotated slightly, and shot down a circle of strange light, covering about a room. Within the strange light, a strange force field is laid. In this force field, the warrior's cultivation will be suppressed to the same level.
Ye Ming was the first to stand in the circle of light, and Gong Yangjue also walked in later. The falling light curtain shook slightly, as if analyzing the realm of the two people, and a powerful force field immediately acted on Gong Yang Jue's body. The latter felt that his cultivation level was constantly declining, from Martial God to Martial Saint, from Martial Saint to Martial Lord, and finally retreated to the level of Martial Sect.
When a person changes from a strong person to a weak person, he suddenly feels various discomforts. Gong Yangjue suddenly regrets accepting Ye Ming's challenge. He is a mighty martial arts god, so why should he fight with a small martial arts master and put himself in danger? But when he saw Ye Ming's casual expression, the anger in his chest surged up again, and he pulled out the sword from his waist with a "choking" sound.
Ye Ming also showed the Xuantian Sword and said lightly: "Please!"
Gong Yangjue suddenly moved. When he moved, it was like a phantom flickering, incredibly fast. In a tenth of an instant, they all attacked Ye Ming with hundreds of swords, and each sword hit the vital point.
Ye Ming didn't move his feet, and there was a dense layer of sword light in front of him. No matter how fast the opponent's sword skills were, he could easily block it. After all, Gong Yangjue has the physique of a martial god. In purely physical terms, his power at this time is not inferior to Ye Ming.
The swords of both sides made a sharp "ding-ding" sound, and each sword shock made both sides' arms numb and secretly frightened.
"I have the body of a warrior god. Although the ancient battle platform can suppress my realm, it cannot suppress my power. My strength exceeds 300 million kilograms, but I can't even take advantage of him. How did he do it?" Gong Yangjue couldn't figure it out, so he drew his sword faster, trying to suppress Ye Ming in terms of speed and kill him with the sword.
Facing the increasingly faster sword light, Ye Ming's movements slowed down. His moves were very strange and gave people the feeling of being traceless. It turned out that he used Wuxiang Wuyi. With the help of the Wuxiang Wuyi, every move he makes does not depend on the appearance, is not limited to the shape, is free and unpredictable, and mysterious.
Gong Yangjue is a genius in sword pool, and his superb swordsmanship is rare in the world, but at this moment, his rhythm was instantly disrupted by Ye Ming. For some reason, the more he drew his sword, the more upset he became. It seemed that he subconsciously knew that if he delayed, he would lose to the opponent.
Ye Ming's swordsmanship was elegant and agile, without any trace of fireworks. No one present could tell what kind of swordsmanship he used.
Emperor Qinglong raised his eyebrows slightly and said to Feng Xi: "Xiao Xi, Suzaku and I have suffered losses at the hands of this kid. Unexpectedly, a few years have passed and he has become stronger than before. His martial spirit is very strange. I've never seen that."
Feng Xi's eyes were bright and he said: "If Gong Yangjue doesn't use his killing move, Ye Ming can defeat him within a hundred moves."
"The origin of Gong Yang Jue is very mysterious. It is said that he has a powerful bloodline. I wonder if Ye Ming can force out his potential." Emperor Qinglong looked forward to it very much. He touched his chin and said, "If Ye Ming wins, then he will indeed I’m worthy of you, Xiaoxi.”
Feng Xi smiled slightly: "My vision has always been better than that of Brother Huang."
"It's just..." Emperor Qinglong smiled bitterly, "He's just a young boy."
"So what, when he becomes a god, we can enjoy bliss forever." Feng Xi said, she had great confidence in Ye Ming.
"I didn't expect you to be serious." Emperor Qinglong was very surprised. "I thought you just wanted to play Fengchen, but it seems that your obsession is really strong."
While the two brothers and sisters were talking, Ye Ming suddenly thrust out a sword, like a flying fairy from the sky. It was so wonderful that it hit Gong Yangjue's arm at an impossible angle. Gongyang Jue let out a long roar, and the lightning flew back. Ye Ming followed closely, chasing after him like a shadow.
At this moment, Gong Yangjue was under tremendous pressure. He knew that if he didn't break out, he would be defeated within fifty moves.
"Boy, let me show you the power of the 'Supreme Sword Body'!" After saying this, his whole body seemed to turn into a sky-piercing sword, extremely sharp and unparalleled, and countless sword energy appeared around him. They seemed to be alive, swimming around like lightning and able to form powerful sword formations on their own.
"Si Lingling!"
This sword energy was like Gong Yang Jue's hand. He commanded it as he wished and quickly stabbed Ye Ming, several times faster than when he drew his sword.
"Flying Sword!" Someone in the audience shouted, "Ye Ming is going to lose now!"
Ye Ming sighed softly. The opponent was too strong and he really didn't dare to fight with Zhen Gang, so he quietly called out the invisible sword and shouted softly: "Broken!"
A transparent, almost invisible shadow flashed for a moment, followed by a piercing scream, and the countless sword lights stabbing Ye Ming were wiped out. At the same time, Gong Yangjue felt a chill on his neck. His body immediately stiffened and he stood there motionless, giving up his attack.
At some point, a thin sword energy wrapped around his neck. With just a slight cut, he could be dismembered and die on the spot.
Gongyang Jue's face was ashen and he said sternly: "Where did your flying sword come from?"
Although he couldn't see the appearance of the invisible sword, he felt that this sword was not trivial, and it should only be born in Jianchi.
Ye Ming sneered: "Does it have anything to do with you? I want to ask you, do you want your life or money?"
The two parties had previously agreed that if Gong Yangjue lost this game, he would have to pay five trillion Martial God Coins or give up his life.
After hearing this question, Gong Yangjue's face turned darker, and he looked at Lin Yusheng. The face of Jianchi Holy Master Lin Yusheng was so gloomy that he could bleed. He said solemnly: "Jianchi is willing to pay five trillion! But five trillion is a large amount, and we need a month to raise it."
"Yes. But the interest for one month is 10%. After one month, Jianchi will hand over 550 billion." Ye Ming said lightly.
Even though Lin Yusheng was 10,000 times unhappy, he still gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement. Fifty-five hundred billion was just gone, which was nearly a year's income for Jianchi! However, Gongyang Absolute Sword Pool is too important and must be preserved no matter what. Five trillion is nothing in comparison.
The scene was completely silent. People never expected that Ye Ming actually won. Doesn’t this mean that his qualifications are still higher than Gong Yang Jue? Before this, Gong Yang Jue’s previous claim that Ye Ming was not worthy of the eldest princess was tantamount to Slap yourself in the face.
Ye Ming returned to Feng Xi and whispered: "One hundred billion, I have helped you raise five trillion."
Feng Xi smiled softly and said, "You have offended Jianchi, aren't you afraid of Jianchi's revenge?"
Ye Ming said: "I am also a consort, right? At least on the surface, they don't dare to do anything to me."
Feng Xi nodded: "If Jianchi dares to harm you, I will level Jianchi." Her tone was calm, but her domineering and self-confidence were real, which made Ye Ming secretly heartbroken.
Gong Yangjue returned to his original position angrily, glaring at Ye Ming from time to time. Five trillion was just gone, and his heart was bleeding. Others didn't know it, but he knew in his heart that Jianchi was almost his family's property, and the family's loss was almost his loss.
The birthday banquet continues, but no one dares to underestimate Ye Ming anymore. Who dares to underestimate Ye Ming, a man whose qualifications exceed Gong Yangjue and whose financial resources are not weaker than those of a great religion? In the near future, he will be a man of the hour, and his achievements will exceed those of most people present.
Ye Ming is already together with Feng Xi. As the consort, he is qualified to accept toasts from dignitaries. Ji Ruxue also came over. This was her request. Now she was standing behind Ye Ming honestly, responsible for pouring him wine and food.
At first, Feng Xi didn't pay much attention to Ji Ruxue. Even though she was extremely beautiful, she was still a girl serving others. But when Ji Ruxue approached her, she suddenly felt a chill running down her spine, and a strong sense of crisis made him look at Ji Ruxue.
"Be nice to my master." Ji Ruxue's voice sounded in Feng Xi's mind, cold and devoid of any human emotion.
Feng Xi was startled and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am the young master's girl." Ji Ruxue said.
"I feel that your strength is not inferior to mine, so a god is willing to be a mortal's maid? What is your plan for lurking next to the consort?" Feng Xi asked.
Ji Ruxue said coldly: "There is no need to tell you about my affairs. But since you are married to the master, you must obey him and be a considerate young lady. If you can't do that, or you are just taking advantage of Master, I don’t mind getting rid of you!”
"That's not a small tone." Feng Xi sneered, "Do you believe that I can make you disappear with just one word?"
"If I dare to show up, I'm not afraid of you, let alone your great emperor brother." Ji Ruxue said calmly.
Feng Xi was silent for a moment and said: "Since you are protecting Ye Ming, I don't need to embarrass you. And I really want to be with Ye Ming, not to take advantage of him. You can rest assured about this."
"There are tens of millions of men in the world, why did you fall in love with the young master?" Ji Ruxue still didn't believe it, "I won't believe any of your oaths."
"The oath is only part of it. Ye Ming defeated my statue, so I married him. The more important reason is that my marriage to Ye Ming is destined by God, and I can only go with the flow." Feng Xi said, "What you said 'Heaven', who is it?"
"Just as you have secrets, so do I." Feng Xi refused to say it. "With a strong man like you by Ye Ming's side, I feel more relieved."
"Unless it's a matter of life and death, I won't take action." Ji Ruxue said.
How did Ye Ming know about the conversation between Ji Ruxue and Feng Xi? He was welcoming rounds of fierce toasts, and drank several jars of wine in a short time. Every time he had a drink or every person he met, he never forgot to mention Tongli Bank and said that if the other person deposited money, he would definitely give them a discount.
While everyone was having a drink, Gong Yangjue left early. He was extremely angry and couldn't stay any longer. Dai Shusheng and Zi Yihou also left early. As Feng Xi's former suitors, they really couldn't stand Ye Ming anymore.
After the banquet, the guests dispersed, and the eight gods rented by Ye Ming also left. Even Ji Ruxue was arranged in a special room. At this moment, there were only Ye Ming and her in the boudoir of the eldest princess Feng Xi.
Ye Ming is a little reserved. In his opinion, the marriage between the two parties is just superficial, and it is inevitable to be a little embarrassed to be in the same room like this.
Feng Xi seemed to understand his state of mind and said: "You are not officially the Prince Consort. When I pacify Lingzhou, my brother will truly grant you the title of Prince Consort. In the Qinglong Dynasty, the Prince Consort is equal to the Marquis, and there will be a small piece of it." A fiefdom is not a simple title."
Ye Ming: "I am already doing the fundraising. The first step is to open a bank in Dongdu. It is better for the princess to do this."
Feng Xi nodded: "This is easy."
"I have asked three 'grandfathers' to join forces. It is not difficult to raise funds. However, I am a little worried." He frowned.
Feng Xi asked: "Oh? What do you have to worry about?"
Ye Ming: "If I were Emperor Qinglong, I would definitely turn Tongli Bank into the private property of the dynasty. After all, this is a big piece of fat that can't be eaten up. And it won't be long before similar banks will bloom everywhere."
Feng Xi: "Your worries are not unreasonable. Even I can't guarantee that Brother Huang won't make bank plans. But no matter what, I will always stand by your side."
Ye Ming waved his hand: "It doesn't matter. If that day comes, I will transfer 30% of the shares to you. You only need to give me a sum of money." In fact, he has his own ideas. Xuantian World is not as good as Tianyuan World. Small, he can also make money there, and the safety is more guaranteed.
Feng Xi smiled: "The future will be settled in the future. Now I hope you will join the Golden Guard as soon as possible."
Ye Ming: "Join the Golden Guard?"
Feng Xi: "The Golden Guard is a very powerful force. Don't you have a quota for the Golden Guard?"
Ye Ming took out the gold token and said, "I still have this token, and there are two of them."
Feng Xi's eyes lit up: "Can you give me a piece?"
Ye Ming asked strangely: "Emperor Qinglong gave me a token casually. This token shouldn't be considered precious? Why did the princess ask me for it instead?"
Feng Xi smiled bitterly: "I once begged the emperor for a gold token, but the emperor never agreed. Do you think it is precious or not?"
Ye Ming was surprised: "You said that, Emperor Qinglong was very interested in me! I was just a little person at that time, and he thought too highly of me."
"It's not a high opinion." Feng Xi combed his hair, "My imperial brother can sit on the throne and command trillions of people. His vision and wisdom are beyond the understanding of ordinary people."
Ye Ming thought thoughtfully and said: "I can give you one of these tokens, but how can I join the Golden Guard?"
Feng Xi took the token and used his divine power a little. Immediately, the token began to glow slightly.
"An envoy will arrive soon to take you to the Golden Guard." Feng Xi said, "When you get to the Golden Guard, show off all your skills. Don't be afraid of showing off there. The more you show off, the more you will be taken seriously."
At this moment, a column of divine light descended from the sky. In the divine light was a human face wearing a golden mask. It was cold and rigid. It made a sound without moving its lips and asked: "What is your name? What is your identity?"
Ye Ming said: "I am Ye Ming, the consort of the Qinglong Dynasty."
The golden mask said no more, and with a flash of divine light, Ye Ming was taken away and entered a hazy space, with the surrounding images constantly changing and unpredictable.