If by this time, Tianhai Zhanyi still can't guess the identity of that person, then what qualifications does he have to compete with Tianhai Shengxue for the position of Patriarch
Back then in Ten Thousand Willow Garden, he had even mentioned this possibility, and once said that if it was really that person, he would very much like to meet him once.
Who would have thought that if he really met that person tonight, what would he do next
Only then did he know that any advance assumptions were meaningless, because before the real situation arises, people tend to have more courage than the real self—he can’t do anything now, not even the courage to look at the other person at the same level. No.
Now few people compare that person with other young generation strongmen, not because that person's realm strength has far surpassed his peers, but because that person has already surpassed the category of so-called young geniuses. A common man, but a true saint.
Looking at the figure on the broken bridge, Tianhai Zhanyi's body was extremely stiff, and he wished that he hadn't appeared tonight.
Zhu Ye was still coughing non-stop.
The Patriarch of the Zhu family seemed to be injured more seriously than people had guessed, coughing in pain, bowing his head, bending his waist, unable to straighten his body at all, as if his lungs were about to explode from coughing. Then he raised his right hand with some difficulty and waved it. The masters of Peerless Sect understood, stepped forward to support him, and retreated into the night like this.
After seeing the face of the man on the bridge, Ning Shiwei's expression became very ugly. Seeing Zhu Ye retreating at this time, his expression became even more gloomy.
Because he understands it.
Zhu Ye was coughing painfully all the time, just to keep his head up. As long as he didn't raise his head, he wouldn't see the man on the bridge, or rather, wouldn't let the man on the bridge see him. In this way, he can pretend that he didn't see anything before, and he doesn't see anything now, and he didn't recognize the other party's identity.
Ning Shiwei's reaction was not as fast as Zhu Ye's, and he couldn't pretend, so what should he do
At this time, Tianhai Zhanyi also woke up, looking at Zhu Ye and others who retreated into the night at an unimaginable speed, he cursed the old fox in his heart.
The masters of the Peerless Sect supported Zhu Ye and retreated, and there were still many people around the snow lake.
There was no sound of the divine crossbow being wound up, the sound of blades being drawn out of their sheaths, the sound of metal rubbing against each other, or the sound of heavy breathing, and there was complete silence.
The soldiers of the Crossbow Camp and the masters of the Tianhai family had vaguely guessed something at this time, and they were extremely nervous.
Breathing seemed to stop, and the originally short counting time became very long in people's perception.
The stern figure covered in armor finally bowed down to the center of the lake.
Looking at this scene, everyone felt a sense of survival after a catastrophe.
If he insisted on not kneeling, no matter how the night ended, how many of the hundreds of people present would survive
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"Ning Shiwei, Songshan Military Mansion, pay homage to His Majesty the Pope."
Ning Shiwei knelt on one knee in the slush on the bank.
Tianhai Zhanyi knelt not far away, lowered his head, unable to see clearly the emotion on his face.
The sound of metal rubbing broke the silence of Xuehu Lake again, and the dense sound was not the sword being unsheathed, but the deformation of the armor.
Hundreds of people knelt down in the snowy forest by the lake, facing the figure on the bridge in the lake, they said in unison: "Greetings, His Majesty the Pope!"
People's voices were neat and trembling slightly, whether it was nervousness, excitement, or timidity.
The young man was obviously not used to it, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Get up."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
The armor's friction sounded again intensively.
The young man said, "Let's go."
Countless pairs of eyes fell on Ning Shiwei and Tianhai Zhanyi.
Tianhai Zhanyi's face was pale, he pressed his thin lips tightly, he didn't say a word, he looked a bit stern, but finally he had the stubborn taste of a young man.
Ning Shiwei said expressionlessly, "I would like to obey His Majesty's order."
There was a rustling of armor and hurried footsteps.
The slush was trampled to pieces, which seemed to be the state of mind of many people at this time.
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let's go.
In a word, everyone is gone.
The torches disappeared, the stars returned, and the night grew thicker and quieter.
In an instant, Snow Lake returned to its previous appearance when no one disturbed it, only the young man and woman on the broken bridge, and the people in the pavilion who couldn't leave.
The young man was naturally Chen Changsheng who had disappeared for two years, and the girl in black was the little black dragon, who already had a name, Zhu Sha.
The snowy lake was beautiful and silent. Chen Changsheng looked at the lotus leaves in the lake, thinking about things in silence.
It's normal for someone to find clues to find his whereabouts through Zhu Shadan.
Those people found that the owner of the cinnabar pill was themselves, so they retreated without fighting, which is also normal.
—Probably only that lunatic Xiao Zhang dared to attack the contemporary Pope under the watchful eyes of so many people.
But when these two things happen normally together, it becomes abnormal.
Obviously, both those in the pavilion and those who just left are characters being used.
It seems that what happened tonight is not over yet.
Snow Lake was very quiet, as if nothing had happened before, no rocks falling from the sky, no strong men besieging the lake, no murder in the fog, no blood-stained lake and the almost rain of crossbows. But the wooden bridge is broken after all, the lake is still red, and those people have still been here after all, so it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.
He glanced at Zhu Sha.
Cinnabar gave him a blank look—it was the Mysterious Frost Dragon after all, and even the little girl's rolling eyes had a different effect, expressed with bewitching vertical pupils, which looked extraordinarily white, expressing her emotions extraordinarily clearly—but still What he meant was to lift the restriction of Xueting.
The general led the people out of the pavilion, knelt down to worship, and dared not speak.
Anhua's mind was extremely agitated, his movements were still meticulous, and he seemed extremely pious. After thinking about his previous rudeness to His Majesty the Pope, he couldn't help becoming nervous again.
As for the Mr. Yang who lost his hand, his face was even more pale, and he was terrified, thinking that he was going to die.
"Get out of here as soon as possible, something will happen later, and I may not be able to protect you by then."
Chen Changsheng didn't turn around, but quietly looked at somewhere in the snowy ridge.
There is endless night there, and there seems to be endless danger hidden.
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Somewhere in Xueling, Master Tang Shiqi was looking at the same night.
The former Yinghua Palace Bishop and his subordinates from Wenshui looked at him with awe. At this time, everyone naturally knew that Master Tang Shiqi had already known the identity of the owner of Cinnamon Pill. At this moment, thinking about it, the suppression by Zhu Ye, Tianhai Zhanyi and others was naturally an appearance.
As expected of the master of the Tang family, his methods are indeed calm and sophisticated. If this is a knife borrowing game, then what he borrowed tonight is undoubtedly the fastest knife in the world. Even if Zhu Ye and others were quick to see the opportunity, even if Chen Changsheng's temperament is still as peaceful as before, but if Li Gong finds out about this matter, how can the state religion let it go
But why can't Master Tang Shiqi see any complacent look on his face, but is so dignified
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