Today is the day when the duel is agreed upon. After packing up, they are ready to leave.
As for the candidates to go to the battle, Ghost King, Ghost Emperor, and Yunzhu needless to say, in addition, Shiqi and Adal and others were also brought along. Here, Fu Xueyan stayed behind in Fangcuiyuan.
Qiao Zheng was also in the accompanying ranks. After all, it is very necessary to have a powerful doctor.
Jingyun, Wangshu, Jindiao, and the three little ones stayed in Fangcui Garden.
Qiao Wei went to join in the fun.
As for the leader, it is very surprising that he stayed.
There are some things that Fu Xueyan can't talk about with others, but she can talk about everything to Qiao Wei. For example, Fu Xueyan told Qiao Wei about meeting Mu Qiuyang that night.
Qiao Wei scolded Mu Qiuyang that bastard half to death in her heart. Of course, Fu Xueyan told her that this was not for her to scold Mu Qiuyang, but to hope that the leader would not be left at home anymore. The feeling of being hurt by a small self-esteem.
So this time, Qiao Wei was the first to notify the leader and let him go to the Holy Church together.
The leader snorted, "I'm not going, I'm going to go on your own."
"Hey? Why didn't you go again? Didn't you always clamor to go out before? You sneaked here without taking you."
"It used to be before, but now... I am a married man now! I want to accompany Xiao Muyan!"
Little Muyan, little Muyan, you are so affectionate, can you change diapers? Can you wear clothes
Qiao Wei always felt that this guy had a ghost in his heart, don't want to secretly do something that he thinks is smart but is out of the chain.
A thought flashed by, and when everyone was preparing the carriage, Qiao Wei quietly followed the leader.
The leader first carried little Muyan to Queen Yeluo's side. Queen Yeluo liked the little girl Huohuo the most, so she hurriedly took out her jewelry box, and braided little Muyan's thick black lanugo hair.
But the leader himself returned to the house calmly.
Qiao Wei wanted to see what this guy was doing furtively, but she followed in and saw this guy sticking to Fu Xueyan's body...
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There was much more snow in Yeliang City than in Daliang, and it fell for half the night last night. Fortunately, the snow stopped in the second half of the night, and the weather cleared up again this morning. The north wind is not strong, and the sunshine is not bad. It is a good weather for a duel.
Qiao Wei was sitting in the carriage, looking at the scenery along the way, thinking that she would take back the Holy Cult soon, she was in a good mood!
But beside her, Qiao Zheng's complexion was not very good.
Qiao Wei asked: "Father, what's wrong with you? Are you worried that we won't win? Don't worry, Yun Su is the most powerful in the Holy Cult, but we have a ghost emperor. Last time grandma told me that Yun Su didn't win." The Ghost Emperor is difficult to deal with, and the Ghost Emperor will definitely promise him."
Qiao Zheng didn't speak.
Qiao Wei froze for a moment, then gently tugged on his sleeve: "Father."
Qiao Zheng said sadly, "I miss your mother."
Qiao Wei sighed slightly, I also thought, it has been so long, even King Yin has been found, why is there no news of her mother...
This time it was still by water, because they had to go, and it was only noon when they arrived at Shengjiao. Shengjiao prepared lunch and said it was a good treat for them, but how dare they eat the things made by those people? Already ate in the carriage.
The altar of Shengjiao is not in Shengjiao, but on a flat land to the east of Shengjiao. The altar rises from the ground, about one foot high, surrounded by layers of white marble steps, and the round altar at the top is also made of white marble. Made, more than three feet in diameter.
Around the altar, there are several high stands. The south stand has been occupied by the Holy Church, and the remaining three sides can be freely chosen by Qiao Wei and his party.
It was the most pleasant thing to be able to see the faces of the opponents every time they lost a duel, and several of them chose the North Stand unanimously.
Qiao Wei was the last one to step up to the stands. Before going up, King Yin walked over with his hands behind his back, and he stopped Qiao Wei proudly and said, "You really dare to come, think about how to beg for mercy if you lose later." Is it gone?"
Qiao Wei glanced at him amusedly: "I should tell you this, don't think that the Shengjiao has a large number of people, so they can easily defeat us. The duel is not about quantity, but quality. You Ah, let’s obediently wait to admit defeat.”
If in the past, King Yin would have been pissed off, but now, instead of being annoyed, King Yin smiled very generously, took two steps forward, approached Qiao Wei, and whispered in Qiao Wei's ear: "Mr. Qiao, Mr. Qiao, you really don't want to die until the Yellow River. For the sake of getting acquainted, don't blame me for not reminding you. Come to me now. I might lose to you!" Afterwards, I mercifully let you go."
Qiao Wei was amused by him, she gently pushed his head away, and said unhurriedly: "I appreciate the kindness of the lord, the lord should be worried about yourself. In fact, there is one thing I have not quite understood. , your grandma is the legitimate leader of the Holy Cult, wouldn’t it be good for you to help her take back the Holy Cult? Do you have to help the tyrant for that father who hasn’t raised you for a day?”
Prince Yin snorted coldly: "My grandma? With Ji Mingxiu around, what good thing can happen to me? Not to mention..."
He paused.
"What's more, you don't have a son yet." Qiao Wei smiled. These words finally hit King Yin's sore foot. King Yin's face became cloudy and uncertain. Qiao Wei said in a good mood, "It turns out that the prince I thought I would never have a son in my life.”
King Yin was furious: "Mr. Qiao!"
Qiao Wei smiled, and was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and stepped up the steps.
King Yin looked at her back, clenched his fists and rattled: "Mr. Qiao! This king's patience is not available anytime and anywhere! You'd better come to this king now! Otherwise..."
Qiao Wei waved her hands without looking back.
King Yin was so angry that he walked away!
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The stands are quite wide, with high railings, except for the ghost emperors and ghost kings who are taller than ordinary people, when ordinary people sit down, their sightlines are almost obstructed.
The ghost emperor sat leisurely on the chair, his breath was all over his body, and he was no longer his original appearance. Except for Gongsun Changli and King Yin, no one in the holy religion could have guessed that he was the ghost emperor.
The ghost king's aura is fully activated, which surprised the people in the Holy Cult slightly, because just a few days ago, he was only a sixth-level ghost king, but now, he has broken through to the peak of the seventh level, and faintly broke through the eighth level. The momentum of the barrier.
This speed is ridiculously fast.
The members of the holy religion began to whisper, suspecting that the ghost king used the poison pill of the pure yin body.
Qiao Wei touched the railing in front of her, and asked Yun Zhu, "Grandma, did this altar exist in the past?"
Yunzhu said: "It used to be there, but it's not like this, it's been renovated."
Qiao Wei nodded and looked towards the north stand. She wanted to know who were the people who came to the duel or watched the battle today.
Needless to say, King Yin and Gongsun Changli, the mother-in-law of Yinhu Island also came. The mother-in-law saw Yunzhu, and behind Yunzhu, the ghost emperor who was leisurely eating jelly beans.
Of course she knew that it was the Ghost Emperor. That day, she saw him lead a child out with her own eyes.
The mother-in-law looked a little excited.
On the other side of her mother-in-law, Qiao Wei saw a person who was expected but somewhat surprising. The expected person guessed that he would appear, but the unexpected person did not expect him to appear in such an image.
This person was none other than Yuehua, the Lord of Qianluan Peak who had been missing for seven whole days and was only found last night by disciples of the Holy Cult.
Yuehua's arms and legs were broken, and his whole body was wrapped in bandages into a half-mummy. He was sitting in a gorgeous and flamboyant ruby wheelchair, looking viciously at the direction of Qiao Wei and the group.
Qiao Wei smiled and waved at him.
Yuehua was so angry that smoke came out of her nostrils.
The first round of duels began soon.
The rules of the duel are very simple. If you are beaten until you can no longer stand up, or if you are kicked off the ring, you will lose. The sword has no eyes, and life and death are self-determined.
The first scene on the first day is often used to throw stones to ask for directions. The Holy Cult has dispatched a powerful long-sword dead man, so that the dead man has reached the peak of the long-sword, and he can break through the ghost king in one step.
Judging from the black air between his brows, he was already taking the poisonous pill, and he was the candidate for the next ghost king.
This person's strength is above seventeen, and under the ghost king. If the first day, the Holy Cult dispatched all the dead soldiers under the ghost king, then it would be uneconomical for them to waste a ghost king.
The ghost king's opponent is Gui Ji, and the ghost king must not show his face until Gui Ji comes out.
"Seventeen." Yunzhu said.
Yan Feijue was stunned: "That person's strength is higher than Shiqi!"
Seventeen is also the pinnacle of long-sword slayers, but it's a pity that he didn't take the poison pill, and he was still a few steps away from the ghost king's road, but the guy on the field could almost be regarded as half a ghost king.
Qiao Wei secretly exclaimed, no wonder Yin Wang is so confident, the holy religion is really a place where dragons and tigers are hidden, and there are so many masters, but looking at them, there are too few masters to consume, and each of them has to be used closely, so Yunzhu's choice is right. This round must be Seventeen, and Seventeen must win!