Concubine Qing and Fan Yao sat beside King Fan, one on the left and one on the right.
Fan Yao looked at Zheng Shiyi who was sitting on the chair. A flash of joy flashed in her beautiful eyes, but then her heart sank. When Shiyi came to Fan Mansion, why was he looking for his father instead of himself
While he was thinking in his mind, King Fan's voice rang out.
"It's been so long since you've been in the Imperial City. Do you miss home?"
"It's natural to think about it." Zheng Shiyi said with a normal expression: "When you are busy, you don't have time to think about it. When you are free, you will inevitably think about it."
"I remember that you are from Luan Di. What do you prefer, Luan Di or this imperial city?" King Fan said casually, even with a slight smile on his lips as he spoke.
"When I was in Chaos Di, I fantasized about what the Imperial City would look like. I looked forward to coming to the Imperial City all day long, but after I came to the Imperial City, I missed Luan Di again." Zheng Shiyi said, shaking his head: " I can't say which one I like better. The imperial city has strict rules, is more prosperous, and has more rules. Everyone must abide by the rules, so it is more orderly.
And the chaotic land, called the chaotic land there, is naturally chaotic. But there is no depression there. "
"Luan Di is much better than before. I went to Luan Di when I was young. At that time, apart from Luan City, it was very desolate. I remember a place called Wo Nu Mountain..."
King Fan and Zheng Shiyi started chatting. During the meal, the two of them chatted casually like two ordinary people, chatting about random places, the customs of various places, and interesting things they had heard, from beginning to end. When Zheng Shiyi left, he didn't even mention the Shenhou Conference, let alone martial arts.
King Fan watched Zheng Shiyi leave without any change of expression on his face. He said as if nothing had happened: "Less than half of today's official documents have been processed, but we need to speed up the processing of official documents."
With that said, he stood up and left.
Fan Yao was sitting on the seat, with a look of confusion on her beautiful face. Why did she feel that her father and Shi Yi were so weird? It was the time when the Shen Hou Conference was being held, and Shi Yi also participated in the Shen Hou Conference. , I also participated in the Shenhou Conference, and both myself and Shiyi were promoted. Why didn't Shiyi and his father talk about the Shenhou Conference
There is also Shiyi. His opponent in the next round is Sanjue. What on earth is he going to do
Ten days is not a short time, but it is not long either.
Ten days later, the Shenhou Conference began again.
The venue of the Shenhou Conference is still so big, but the arena is much smaller than before. The conference has not yet started, and there are already people gathered around it.
Masters from the major Eternal Religions, the royal family, and major families, including the Shui Tribe, all appeared, and everyone's eyes fell on the ring in the middle.
"Today's first match is the showdown between San Jue and Zheng Shiyi." Among the crowd, a slovenly man who looked just a little better than a wandering beggar took a big gulp of the wine gourd and handed the gourd to him. Watching chess on the side is in front of Tianjian.
Guanqi Tianjian held the rusty iron sword with both hands, showing no intention of picking it up.
Xiaoyao Sanren was not angry, he took back the wine gourd and continued: "In ten days, it seems that everyone has noticed the three skills. I'm afraid they all came to see the three skills and wanted to find out the strength of the three skills. .
You said it's a conference of gods and princes, isn't it tiring to end up like this? If you have that time, it’s better to be free and happy with wine. "
Guanqi Tianjian still held the sword with both hands and remained silent.
"Zheng Shiyi is here!"
"Blood Demon Zheng Shiyi!"
Suddenly, a cry of surprise rang out from the crowd, and then the crowd separated. Zheng Shiyi walked out of the crowd with a calm face and stepped onto the ring.
There was no one on the ring, and Sanjue hadn't arrived yet, so he simply sat down on the ring.
At the closest distance to the ring, the three people in Huanshi looked worriedly in the direction of the ring.
For a moment, everyone's eyes in the entire Shenhou Conference fell on Zheng Shiyi who was sitting on the ring.
"Zheng Shiyi is really here." Among the people in the Piaomiao Religion, Xiaoying looked at Zheng Shiyi in amazement and said: "This Zheng Shiyi can't even punch. Those three skills are so terrifying, I thought he would give up. , I didn’t expect that he would actually get on the stage.”
"It's good that he's here." On the side, a man wearing the costume of the Four Saints said: "These days, everyone has noticed the image crystal of Sanjue, and everyone knows how powerful Sanjue is.
It's just that the image crystal is an image after all, and it is impossible to feel the strength of Master Sanjue more intuitively and accurately, so everyone came to watch this battle. When Zheng Shiyi came, everyone could see Master Sanjue take action.
However, I think many people will be disappointed. If Zheng Shiyi is at his peak, he may be able to withstand one and a half moves of Master Sanjue.
But for him now, the Three Jue Young Masters can win without showing their true strength, which is actually of little value. "
"Is that so?" Xiaoying looked back at Ling Yan beside her with confusion. She was about to ask, but she remembered what her senior sister had taught her before and held back her words.
Not long after Zheng Shiyi sat down on the ring, below the ring, a young man walked up to him and shouted in a low voice: "Master Zheng..."
"It's you." Zheng Shiyi turned around after hearing the sound and saw a familiar man in front of him. He quickly recalled that this was a close guard of Fan Yao. He had seen him several times before in Prince Fan's Mansion.
"Mr. Zheng, the princess asked her subordinates to come and give a message. The princess said that she hopes that you, Mr. Zheng, will abstain from this fight. If you really fight against those three masters, you may be in danger."
"Oh, I understand." Zheng Shiyi replied lightly, then turned around and no longer looked at Fan Yao's trusted guards.
"But Young Master..." The guard wanted to say more, but exclamations came from the crowd not far away.
"Master Sanjue, Master Sanjue is here!"
"Master Sanjue!"
The originally densely packed crowd dispersed to both sides like waves of wheat blown by the wind, leaving an open space.
In the open space, Young Master Sanjue was dressed in rich clothes, with a smile that was a bit evil but also full of chicness. He was holding a paper fan and walked slowly. Next to him were two beautiful girls with exactly the same appearance. , he looked like a noble prince who was going on a trip, and he didn't look like he was going to attend a conference of divine princes at all.
The people around him even moved a few feet away from San Jue.
When Sanjue walked to the ring, he stopped slightly and handed the paper fan in his hand to the girl behind him. The girl on the other side gently adjusted his clothes before he stepped onto the ring.
Looking at Zheng Shiyi who had been waiting at the other end of the ring, a look of admiration appeared on his face, and he said with a feeling of sympathy for a hero: "I am very happy that you can come. If I were you, I would also board the Arena, I really saw you right."
"Really?" Zheng Shiyi put his hands on the ground, stood up from the ring, looked at San Jue and said: "Unfortunately, I don't like you very much. You follow the crowd too much, and you will kill people who have no background, and you will hit them every time. He wanted to kill the people of the Everlasting Great Sect, but he was afraid of the other party's revenge, so he just knocked their people off the ring."
"What's wrong with this? This is just a mentality that upper-class people like us should have. It's a pity that you don't understand. So even though you are a hero, you are just a low-class hero without a brain."
Sanjue looked at Zheng Shiyi with regret, shook his head slightly and said, "I thought highly of you, but now listening to your words, I really think highly of you."
"Really? However, I still want to thank you." Zheng Shiyi stood up completely, his body seemed to be a little sore from sitting for too long, and he swayed slightly.
Below the ring, everyone looked at Zheng Shiyi who looked relaxed, with strange expressions on their faces.
"It's quite interesting for Zheng Shiyi to be so free and easy in the face of the Three Jue." Xiaoyaosan took off the lid of the wine gourd and chuckled: "If he survives, he should have a drink with him."
Where everyone from the Changcun Great Sect gathered, many disciples had sarcastic expressions on their faces: "That Zheng Shiyi still pretends to be calm. This is because he knows he will lose and breaks the pot."
"Or maybe he still doesn't know how powerful the three skills are?"
"It's really funny."
Among the members of the Four Saints, Chu Ziyun's lips turned up slightly, revealing a charming smile. He chuckled and said, "It's interesting. It seems that he has something to rely on. It's a bit of a real skill to force out the three skills in this way." good."
Listening to Zheng Shiyi's sudden words of thanks, Sanjue had a look of curiosity on his face, watching Zheng Shiyi waiting for Zheng Shiyi's next words.
Zheng Shiyi recalled what he had done in the past few days and sighed softly: "In the past, I have been thinking about the line between humans and demons, looking for ways to perfectly become a demon while remaining rational. I also believe that the only way to understand humans and demons is to Only on the front line can we have a chance to deal with the Fudo King.
But after seeing your battle videos, I realized how ridiculous my original idea was. "
Sanjue looked at Zheng Shiyi like a senior looking at a junior, but with a feeling of superiority, he chuckled and said: "It's good to see the situation clearly."
"So, I gave up on the line between humans and demons, and gave up on my own timidity." Zheng Shiyi's voice was still calm, and no emotion could be heard.
Below the ring, everyone became more and more strange when they heard the sound. Give up the line between humans and demons? Then why is Zheng Shiyi so calm? What method does he have to deal with Young Master Sanjue
Sanjue was slightly surprised, and said curiously: "The idea of a line between humans and demons is a good one. If it fails, it is more likely to be completely possessed and unable to turn back. You can study such dangerous things, how can you say you are timid?"
Zheng Shiyi smiled softly: "You will know in a while."
"I can't wait for you, sir." Sanjue looked at the referee below the ring with a smile on his face as he had everything under control.
With everyone watching, the referee shouted loudly: "The competition begins!"
The words fell.
Zheng Shiyi's eyes showed an awe-inspiring look, and the spiritual energy in his body stirred up crazily, flowing faster than ever before.
Lift your legs, step into a lunge, raise your right fist and hide it at your waist, use your left palm to support your body, lower your elbows and raise your arms.
Streams of spiritual energy surged out, hesitating on the fist, as vast as a galaxy.
(End of chapter)