"Yes, that's the Fudo King." Fan Yao became more and more depressed, and now Shiyi has become a figure on par with the Fudo King.
His battle with King Fudo attracted the attention of everyone attending the Shenhou Conference, and even more so the entire Imperial City. He has grown to where he is now.
But what about yourself
The Six Desires Demonic Dragon didn't seem to hear the weirdness in Fan Yao's words. She retracted her folding fan, her face returned to a serious expression, and she whispered: "I don't know who of the two of them will win. I'm afraid that before the battle begins, there will be no one." One can know who will win.
After all, the two of them had won with one punch before. No one knew what their real trump cards were, and no one knew where their limits were.
However, even if Zheng Shiyi loses, he can still survive. With his current strength, even if he loses, there is still a chance to admit defeat. "
Fan Yao wanted to say something more, but in his sight, a servant wearing Fan Mansion clothes came hurriedly and said respectfully: "Princess, the prince has made an appointment with Zheng Shiyi to enter the mansion."
"Father, do you want to see Shiyi?" A look of surprise appeared on Fan Yao's face, and then a look of joy flashed across his face: "Go back to the palace first."
On the outskirts of the imperial city, although this place is far away from the imperial city, it has beautiful mountains and clear waters, which is quite artistic.
A small stream flows slowly among the clear water and green mountains.
Su Yuqi put her hands into the stream and swayed gently. The speed of the stream began to slow down significantly. Looking at the two fish swimming in the water, she finally raised her head and looked at the Fudo King standing on one side: "Elder , you shouldn’t take the risk.”
"Are the Saints afraid that I will lose?" King Fudo's face showed no signs of nervousness about the upcoming battle, and there was even a faint smile on his face.
"I believe in the elders, but Zheng Shiyi is a bit hard to see through." Su Yuqi stood up, her slender figure looking extremely weak, and sighed softly: "Before the battle between the elders and Zhenyue Marquis, Lu The king asked us how many moves can defeat Zhen Yuehou. Then Zheng Shiyi said that one move is enough."
"One move? This is right." A strong fighting spirit suddenly burst out from King Fudo's body, and his pride soared to the sky. He looked at Su Yuqi and said: "Saint girl, do you know? I haven't felt this way for a long time. , this feeling of not caring about anything else, just fighting with all your strength.
Now, Zheng Shiyi makes me feel this way.
I'm very happy now. I'm glad that I participated in the Shenhou Conference by committing suicide, and then I had the opportunity to fight like this! "
Prince Fan's Mansion is still the same as before, no difference can be seen.
In the courtyard of Concubine Qing.
Shi Mo stared at Concubine Qing's stunningly beautiful face, with a sarcastic smile on her face: "King Fan took the initiative to make an appointment with Zheng Shiyi? Unexpectedly, he valued that boy so much.
Unfortunately, you are bound to be disappointed. Even if Zheng Shiyi can pass the level of the Immovable King, he will still fail in the end. The position of Divine Lord is mine. When I become a divine prince, it will be the time for the historical sect to reappear. "
"Really? Then we'll see." Concubine Qing stood up gracefully and walked out of the courtyard. As she walked, she said, "I remind you, don't underestimate Wang Shenji."
"Wang Shenji?" Shi Mo became more and more disdainful and said scornfully: "He? He's just a capricious villain."
After a pause, he continued: "Among the Shenhou Conference, Ling Yan and Mu Wudi are the only ones I can take a look at. It's just a look.
Today, among the younger generation, only Jiang Sheng can enter my Dharma eyes. "
Concubine Qing did not reply, as if she had not heard anything. She walked out of the courtyard with elegant steps. With her back to Shi Mo's beautiful face, her red lips were slightly raised in a disdainful sneer. Although Shi Mo was strong, he was Too conceited.
Turning around the corridor, she slowed down and walked on the road paved with soft stones. She seemed to be enjoying something and waiting for someone.
Not long after, a pretty figure appeared in her sight.
Fan Yao, wearing a long blue dress, walked from a distance.
This dress is obviously made by a master. The long skirt is slightly see-through, and under the sunlight, her vaguely crystal clear skin is full of dizzying temptation. The long skirt is close to the body, which will perfectly show off her alluring figure with bulging front and back.
The face that never seemed to be retouched was even more delicately painted with makeup.
Fan Yao today is even more stunning than before.
As if she had seen something rare, Concubine Qing looked at Fan Yao and said, "I never expected that our Princess Fan Yao, who never puts on makeup, would have such a day.
It's just a pity... Some things, if you miss them, you miss them. What, do you think you can seduce him with a honey trap
But yes, our Fan Yao is a princess, with a noble status, good looks, and enough talent, so she can indeed seduce many young men.
However, you are not the only outstanding woman in the world. After hearing that Ling Yan has expressed his stance, he admires Zheng Shiyi very much. "
Fan Yao's beautiful face that made the surrounding scenery lose its color suddenly turned ugly. Wrapped in a long skirt, the plump figure in front of her body undulated violently twice. After a period of time, her complexion finally changed. He gradually regained his composure and said in a strange tone: "Concubine Qing is really well informed. It seems that there is nothing in the entire imperial city that Concubine Qing doesn't know.
And as a friend of Shiyi, I am happy that Shiyi is appreciated by others. "
"You know whether you are happy or disappointed. You have no chance anymore." Concubine Qing kept smiling and seemed very happy.
After passing Fan Yao, she stepped into the courtyard where King Fan often rested.
In the courtyard, Zheng Shiyi and Fan Wang were sitting on both sides of the tea table. Tea was already placed on the wooden table. The tea master was making tea gracefully. The two of them looked like two leisurely ordinary people.
"This is a rare white tea picked from Nanling. The locals call it Piaoxue." King Fan pointed at the layer of white frost floating above the teacup and said, "Nanling only gets snowfall once a year, and it rarely snows all year round." Snow, and only picking within an hour after the snow passes can be called falling snow."
"Tea picked after snow? This is rare." Zheng Shiyi picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He didn't know much about tea, but after taking the tea into his mouth, he could still feel the refreshing feeling and lingering fragrance in his mouth. Taste it, but the aroma has disappeared.
Concubine Qing and Fan Yao arrived one after another, but King Fan just waved lightly and motioned them to sit down. He didn't say much and just chatted with Zheng Shiyi, just like the two of them had dinner together before, just chatting about various places. They talked about the local customs and interesting things, but as for the major events in the world, the conference of gods and princes, and martial arts, they didn't talk about it at all.
Before I knew it, the day had passed.
Zheng Shiyi looked at the sky, stood up and left.
King Fan nodded slightly, still sitting on his seat, sipping the fragrant tea. Coupled with his soaring evil aura, it somehow made people feel unusually harmonious.
"Father, I'm going to see Shi Yi off." Fan Yao stood up and followed Zheng Shi Yi outside. The setting sun had set and stained the distant sky.
Fan Yao looked at Zheng Shiyi's familiar face and opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say, but she didn't make a sound.
"We are still friends." Zheng Shiyi slowed down, looked at Fan Yao calmly and said: "The past few times, it was just that the environments we were in were different.
I understand you, so we are still friends. In the future, if the other party is in trouble, we will still help each other's friends. "
Fan Yao's delicate body trembled as she walked. Looking at Zheng Shiyi's face that seemed to be blurred under the sunset, a feeling of emotion rose in her heart. She was the one who was wrong in everything before.
But Shiyi still regards him as a friend.
If I hadn't done those things myself, I am afraid that I and Shiyi would still be the same as before, or even better than before. Why would I do those things
"Let's... sit down for a while." Fan Yao pointed to the pavilion beside her.
Zheng Shiyi nodded slightly and followed Fan Yao.
On the side, a leaf slowly fell from a not too high tree, and happened to fall on Zheng Shiyi's shoulder.
Fan Yao stretched out a hand and grabbed Zheng Shiyi's shoulder, wanting to help Zheng Shiyi take away the leaf. However, before his hand touched Zheng Shiyi's shoulder, Zheng Shiyi had already reached out and took away the leaf.
Fan Yao's slender fingers froze in mid-air, a look of disappointment flashed across her face. She paused for a moment, then she stopped and walked into the pavilion and sat on a stone bench.
Zheng Shiyi followed closely, but sat across the stone table opposite her.
The two sat down, and for a moment, they fell into a quiet awkwardness. The two just looked at each other, neither of them spoke, and it seemed that neither of them knew what to say.
Fan Yao originally exuded endless brilliance, and her face, which seemed to outshine all the beauty in the world, gradually dimmed. She had a feeling that there was no possibility for her and Zheng Shiyi.
Zheng Shiyi was silent for a while, and finally broke the silence and said: "I will remember that it was you who took me to see the Holy Lord. Because of this, I was able to understand part of the Holy Lord's fist intention and break through to the present level. With this kindness, I will Remember, you will definitely repay your kindness in the future.”
"This is not what I want." Fan Yao suddenly heard Zheng Shiyi's voice and sighed softly: "This is not what I want."
"But this is all I can afford." Zheng Shiyi's tone was still calm.
"Isn't there any possibility?" Fan Yao looked at Zheng Shiyi with a disappointed look.
Zheng Shiyi stared at Fan Yao's breathtakingly beautiful face, shook his head gently and said, "No."
Fan Yao's delicate body trembled violently, her eyes instantly became lifeless, and her whole person seemed to be in a weird state.
For a long time, she looked directly into Zheng Shiyi's firm eyes, her face finally returned to normal, and she whispered: "I understand."
"We are still friends." After Zheng Shiyi left a few words, he stood up and left. Staying would only make each other more embarrassed.
Fan Yao stood silently, watching Zheng Shiyi's retreating back, and did not look away until Zheng Shiyi's figure disappeared.
(End of chapter)