The last competition of the Flood Dragon Club has begun, but Zong Ziheng has not been able to escape from the shock and fear.
The vague fragrance on Yan Shu's body was exactly the same as the one he smelled in Bailu Pavilion last night. He had carefully identified the incense, so he would never remember it wrong.
But his first thought was disbelief. Regardless of her background and status, Yan Shu was more than thirty years older than Chu Yingruo, why did Chu Yingruo betray the young and handsome Emperor Zong who loved her so much? How and when did these two seemingly irreconcilable people meet
But if that person is really Yan Shu, some doubts seem to be explained. For example, maybe they had known each other before Chu Yingruo entered the palace, and when the people behind the scenes ordered the Lions League to attack them in Gutuo Town, they defended Zongzixiao...
Zong Ziheng took a deep breath, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to Tianling, and the blood on his face faded almost visibly with the naked eye.
Ridiculous, so ridiculous.
But in case...
Zong Ziheng looked at Yaodi, who was as nimble as flying, who was dancing with swords and swimming dragons on the ring, and then mustered up the courage to turn his face sideways and look in Yan Shu's direction.
I saw Yan Shu staring intently at the two teenagers who were competing, with a hint of pride and joy flashing faintly on his usually indifferent and prudent face.
shudder.
Zong Ziheng swayed and lowered his head heavily.
And the battle in the arena was in full swing, no one noticed his strangeness.
Ye Yunchen became famous at a young age, and he had the momentum of Xu Zhinan back then. He passed all the way, almost without any effort, and he practiced Yuanyang Kungfu admirably at a young age. It is difficult for ordinary weapon skills to hurt him. This kind of ability, even when encountering high-level monks, has the power to fight, which is really formidable for young people.
If Zong Zixiao didn't exist, he would have been the most eye-catching person in the world of cultivating immortals today.
In this decisive battle, Zong Zixiao showed the cultivation level of the critical seventh heaven of Zong Xuanjian, causing the audience to be in an uproar.
In the next ten years, decades, or a hundred years, the name of Zong Zixiao's genius will be spread throughout this continent, as well as the indelible fear he brought to the world of cultivating immortals before and after his death.
The eldest son Xiao won and became the youngest leader of the Jiaolong Society within five hundred years, shaking the entire Kyushu.
Zong Minghe stood up excitedly and shouted: "My son is Jiaolong, my son is Jiaolong!"
The elders of the Zong clan celebrated with their foreheads and hands, overjoyed. The emergence of a generation of Tianjiao indicates that the daimyo Zongshi will regain its glory.
The guests of all the immortal families, no matter what they feel in their hearts, they congratulate them vigorously on the surface.
On the other hand, the concubines have their own splendor on their faces.
Zong Zixiao was a young man with high spirits, and his face seemed to be shining. He knelt down and thanked his parents first, then turned around and looked at his elder brother impatiently.
Zong Ziheng's heart was overwhelmed, but he could only force his face to smile.
Zong Zixiao jumped off the ring, jumped into Zong Ziheng's arms, and laughed loudly: "Brother, I won, I won, I won!"
"Xiao Jiu is awesome, big brother is proud of you." Zong Ziheng said the truth, but he couldn't be really happy, he was gripped by those terrible conjectures with every nerve.
"Big brother taught well." Zong Zixiao was so excited that he didn't notice the strangeness of big brother at all. Now he tiptoed slightly, he could lean into big brother's ear and said firmly, "My glory and my reward belong to Brother." Even he himself didn't realize how much such a tone was like a man's promise to his beloved woman.
Zong Ziheng patted him on the back, feeling mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, extremely tormented.
Everyone came to congratulate him one after another, and Yan Shu also came over, smiling and congratulating "His Highness the Ninth Prince", and generously complimenting him, Zong Ziheng watched from the side, his scalp numb. He wanted to see the resemblance to Zong Zixiao from Yan Shu's face, or he couldn't see it, but Zong Zixiao looked too much like Chu Yingruo, it was really hard to recognize.
With Zong Minghe's order, the Ministry of Rites has already prepared for a long time, and will hold a large banquet on the racetrack to celebrate Zong Zixiao's victory.
At this moment, a blue-gray figure suddenly jumped onto the ring, everyone took a closer look, it was Qi Mengsheng.
Qi Mengsheng's move was very abrupt, but seeing her solemn expression, which was about to rain, the scene also became quiet.
"Qi Mengsheng of the Cangyu Gate, see the emperor and empress." Qi Mengsheng bowed.
"What does Fei Ling mean by this?" Zong Minghe asked displeased.
"I have something to report."
"explain."
Qi Mengsheng looked around the audience: "Yesterday, in this arena, Huaying faction Hua Yuxin was caught by the evil spirit. I believe that most of you were present and witnessed it with your own eyes. That evil spirit was the Huaying faction Gao who was stolen by Chen Xingyong and died. Brother Jie, he told Miss Hua that his pill is here."
Xu Zhinan continued: "When we were interrogating Chen Xingyong, we could judge from the clues he revealed that the behind-the-scenes buyers of those human pills came from famous families, and it is very likely that they were also invited to participate in the Jiaolong Club this time."
A monk said: "Chen Xingyong doesn't even know who the buyer behind the scenes is. Is there a way for envoy Fei Ling to find him out?"
"Yes, Chen Xingyong is also dead. Even if that person is present, there is no proof of his death."
"Chen Xingyong is not dead." Qi Mengsheng glanced at Yan Shu while speaking.
There was commotion in the crowd.
Hua Yuxin walked to Zong Ziheng's side under the arena, and said loudly: "Little uncle tried his best to tell me that his pill is here, on someone present, I believe him!"
"What's going on!" Zong Minghe snapped.
Xu Zhinan's Zong Minghe cupped his hands: "Hui Dijun, last winter, I, His Royal Highness, His Ninth Highness, and Fei Ling envoy teamed up to capture Chen Xingyong alive. Let me exchange it with Chen Xingyong. I will never hand over Chen Xingyong, so I asked a student from Chunyang Sect to perform bone shrinking skills and pretend to be Chen Xingyong. I didn't expect that the person behind the scene was despicable and vicious, and secretly planted a thunderbolt. Huo Shi, wants to blow us up with Chen Xingyong, and kill us." At this point, his face twisted slightly with hatred, "My two junior brothers, unfortunately died..."
The monks of the Pure Yang Cult were filled with righteous indignation.
"So, Chen Xingyong is still alive, so where is he?"
"He made atonement at the Cangyu Gate." Qi Mengsheng said darkly, "He will live a long, long life, but he will be tortured all the time."
"Since Chen Xingyong doesn't know who is behind the scenes, then what's the use of him being alive for what happened today?"
"Although he doesn't know who is behind the scenes, he can recognize that person as long as he is in front of him." Qi Mengsheng raised his chin arrogantly and looked around the crowd, "Don't forget, Gong Shumo can measure everything in the world, down to the smallest detail In order to save himself a way out, he secretly measured some of the characteristics of that person with the public transport moment, there will be no two people who are exactly the same in this world, as long as that person is here, there will be nowhere to hide!"
There was a lot of discussion.
Yan Shu said in a deep voice, "Then what exactly are you measuring?"
"What is the measurement, of course we have to keep it a secret, otherwise, if someone listens to it, all previous efforts will be for naught." Qi Mengsheng sneered, "I brought Chen Xingyong back with the imperial weapon yesterday, just to reveal the true colors of that beast in public , to eliminate harm for the world of cultivating immortals!"
"Chen Xingyong is here?!"
"There's no evidence to say it, who knows if Chen Xingyong was pretended by Chunyang again?"
Two Cangyu Sect female cultivators carried a large bamboo basket onto the ring stage, and poured out a mass of blood and flesh in the bamboo basket.
There was a sudden silence on the field.
The tentatively called "human" has no limbs, shaved hair, hardly a piece of good flesh, ears, nose and tongue have been cut off, leaving only a pair of eyes, empty and desperate, as if to let He saw with his own eyes what happened to him.
The world of cultivating immortals has heard about the evil spirits of the Cangyu Sect for a long time, but seeing them today is really horrifying. Now no one dared to question Chen Xingyong's authenticity.
Qi Mengsheng glanced at the things on the ground contemptuously: "This kind of traitor who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors will end up like this in my Cangyu Sect. Today, in order to find out the buyer behind the scenes, I will spare the net. After the matter is completed, I will give him death." .”
"Then what are you waiting for?" Hua Juncheng gritted his teeth, "I want to know today, which sanctimonious beast ate my little uncle's pill!"
"Yes, quick test, we also want to know who did the thing that is not as good as a beast."
In the excitement of the crowd, Zong Minghe couldn't hold Qi Mengsheng accountable for ruining his youngest son's celebration banquet, so he could only watch Xu Zhinan show his public opinion and ask everyone to take a test in the ring to prove their innocence.
Zong Ziheng has been secretly observing Yan Shu, this is just another play they put on, except that Chen Xingyong and Gong Shuji are real, everything else is fake, the purpose is just to lure Yan Shu into the urn, but now it seems that , Yan Shu has already taken the bait.
From yesterday when Hua Yu's heart was "uppered", to the discovery that Chen Xingyong was not dead, and to the current incident, Yan Shu was caught off guard by this series of tricks, and he didn't panic if he didn't believe it.
If he gets the chance, Zong Ziheng will personally ask Yan Shu whether Chu Yingruo and Zong Zixiao are related to each other, but no matter what the answer is, he hopes that Yan Shu will take this secret to the grave.
His young brother with a bright future must not be ruined by this incident, even if it is just a rumor. He looked at Yan Shu with murderous intent boiling in his chest. He had never wanted to get rid of someone so strongly for a moment.
In this test, the sun was set, but no one complained, and no one dared to leave, otherwise they would be speechless.
When it was Wuyun Sect's turn, Yan Shu's expression was unstoppable and ugly. When they saw him stepping into the ring, their hearts sank, and each of them clenched their swords tightly, ready to attack at any time.
At this time, Chen Xingyong, who wanted to die, responded cooperatively. He trembled and opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at Yan Shu.
"Eee... ee..." Chen Xingyong had lost his tongue, so he could only make strange noises.
Qi Mengsheng stared at Yan Shu sharply, and asked: "Chen Xingyong, is this the person?"
Chen Xingyong nodded vigorously.
There were gasps all around.
Xu Zhinan said solemnly: "This person is the head of the Wuyun Sect, the Immortal Venerable who just took over the sect. You have never seen his true face, so you can't talk nonsense."
Chen Xingyong shook his head in pain.
Yan Shu snorted coldly: "It's nonsense, you actually allow this lowly thing to slander me!"