"She's really a genius." Wang Chongyang showed a trace of tenderness in his eyes, but he soon thought of his current situation. If she knew it, he would have to laugh at it, and his brow suddenly wrinkled.

After listening to several people's stories, the floor sweeping monk was slightly relieved: "so it is, I thought..." he didn't say the following words. The crowd was still in shock, but no one noticed.

"It's time for me to leave, too." Before leaving, the sweeping monk saluted Huang Chang and others with his hands together to show his apology.

At this time, Zhao Gou suddenly said: "since you hate our surname Zhao, why don't you kill him?"

When they looked in the direction he pointed, they saw King Yi whose face had changed greatly. King Yi had just witnessed the floor sweeping monk and Wang Chongyang of ghost mountain villa. He was already muttering in his heart. He could only pray that he would forget himself. Who knows that he was mentioned by Zhao Gou.

Zhao Gou continued: "you should know that after my death, the Yi King usurped the throne and became the emperor. It's also the land of Zhao song. What's the significance of your behavior this time?" After all, he is a hero of a generation. Although he has lost in a mess, he immediately realizes that he has the opportunity to stir up the relationship between the floor sweeping monk and the king of Yi. Even if he dies, he will be buried with the king of Yi!

The sweeper shook his head slightly: "he is better alive."

"Why?" Zhao Gou was shocked and asked in a hurry.

"After all, there is a prince in the capital. If I kill King Yi, won't I help your chosen Prince ascend the throne?" The sweeping monk said, "if his life is left behind, he will fight with the prince. There will be a fierce fight then. The prince of Yi is no match for him because he is so scheming. However, after he ascends the throne, how can people in the world accept him? In the future, those ambitious clans of the Zhao family will certainly follow the example and attack him with their righteous reputation. In this way, your Zhao family will never have peace. "

Zhao Gou was shocked. He didn't expect that he could see it so thoroughly. After such an analysis, most of the follow-up development was as he said.

King Yi was about to cry at this time. Although he knew that the floor sweeper was calculating himself, he could not help thanking him for not killing him. He was only worried that he would stimulate the other party to change his mind, so he opened his mouth for half a day and finally did not dare to say anything.

The floor sweeper walked slowly down the mountain road. Everyone could see that he was pale. He knew that no matter how powerful he was, he was at the end of his rope. But no one in the field dared to stop him. No matter Zhao Gou or King Yi, he was eager to leave soon.

Looking at his back more and more far away, Yi Wang Zhi is proud to stand out. Now Zhao Gou's experts are all destroyed, and he still retains considerable strength. It can be said that he has a chance to win.

"Officer, I said before, if you don't give it, I will take it myself." The king of Yi approached Zhao Gou step by step. Some of the remaining guards tried to stop him, but they were quickly killed by his dead men. Huang shang and Doujiu monk had already run out of oil. Where could they stop him?

"It's a pity that song Qingshu broke his appointment. Otherwise, you won't succeed!" Looking at each other getting closer and closer, Zhao Gou's tone was full of resentment. Originally, his side had an absolute advantage, and he had hidden his secret card of peerless martial arts for so many years. Because song Qingshu didn't come, everything fell short. Now what he hates most is not the floor sweeping monk and King Yi, but the song Qingshu that never appeared.

"He was dragged by Jia Xiang's people. How could he come back so soon?" With a sneer, King Yi thought that Xia Quan and Liu Yu had nearly 100000 people under their command. Maybe they had already taken Yangzhou, which was under the name of song, "but the officials can rest assured that when I ascend the throne, I will certainly get rid of song, which is a relief for them."

Song Qingshu's martial arts and reputation are too high, and there are 100000 elite soldiers under his command. In case any clan won him over, his throne might not be stable, so he would be the first to get rid of him.

It's said that song's confidants are the best in the world, and they will accept it at that time.

"Come and see the officials off." King Yi waved his hand and asked one of his subordinates to come. He was not stupid. How could he do it himself to kill a monarch and leave a handle on the world for no reason. Now any one of his subordinates has killed Zhao Gou, and he can even be pushed out as a scapegoat at a certain time in the future.

The man was a martyr of Yi Wang Yang, but he didn't hesitate. He cut Zhao Gou's head with a knife. At this time, a cold light flashed by, and his waist knife was already held by a long sword.

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, Wang Yi was shocked: "Miss Yue, this is..."

Little Dragon Girl Xiumei micro Cu, lightly said: "you just said you want to get rid of song... Qingshu?"

King Yi wanted to give himself a big mouth. He was so overjoyed that he forgot that it was song Qingshu who protected Xiao Longnu when she failed to enter the palace. If they had no affair, how could they take such a big risk?

The women who just said that their surnames were all beautiful. Now any one of them is as beautiful as a fairy. Some of them greedily look at the little dragon girl. King Yi finds that the more powerful the power is, the more powerful the desire is.

"I don't like the way you look now." Little dragon girl turned to her side with a trace of disgust in her eyes.

King Yi's face sank and he thought that he would be the emperor soon. How dare you, a woman in the world, give me a look? I want to reprimand them, but I immediately think that Li Qingluo and Xiao Longnu are good at martial arts. Now if they tear their faces apart, it's just a matter of variables. I'd better wait until the overall situation is settled and then deal with them slowly.

When they were in a stalemate, a loud noise suddenly broke out in the distance, and people subconsciously turned back.

The floor sweeper walked slowly. He was about ten feet away from the bamboo forest. Suddenly, the ground burst open, and countless concealed weapons mixed with soil shot at him, blocking all his retreat in all directions. No matter how magical his lightness skill was, he could not avoid it.

The floor sweeping monk has just plotted against the three great masters. How can he not guard against other people's drawing gourds like this? The reason why he just walked so slowly was that he had to seize the time to digest the skill he had absorbed from Zhao Gou.

If on weekdays, Zhao Gou's internal power is strong, but the cultivation of the sweeping monk is more profound. After absorbing his lifelong skills, he can quickly transform them into his own. But this time, he designs to hit three great masters hard, and then he is attacked by Wang Chongyang. In addition, he has to deal with Zhao Gou's attack later, so his internal power is exhausted.

In this case, refining Zhao Gou's skill is much slower than usual, but he left so slowly that the distance of tens of feet had provided him enough time to refine Zhao Gou's internal power to 7788, enough to face the sudden crisis.

As soon as his clothes and robes were displayed, the unique skills of heaven and earth in his sleeves became more and more magical, and all the hidden weapons and soil in the sky were put into his sleeves.

However, the enemy obviously did not intend to use these secret weapons to kill a great master. Behind the secret weapons was an old man in green with a square scarf and a long beard.

The body method of the old man in green clothes is very unique, which is quite different from that of the Wulin in the Central Plains. He was originally in the front, but suddenly changed to the right side of the floor sweeping monk and stamped his ribs with his palm.

This palm can't make any moves, but the air in the palm seems to be distorted, reflecting a strange light.

"This martial arts looks a little familiar?" Wang Chongyang is thoughtful.

Huang Chang groaned feebly: "Kung Fu of Xiake island." Just now he has been fighting with Shi potian for so long, so naturally he can be sure.

"I don't know if this is the Dragon Island owner or the wooden Island owner of Xiake island." The wine fighting monk is very curious. Up to now, all the three great masters have been disabled. They have let go of everything. Cuncui is looking at everything with a theatrical attitude, hoping that the more chaotic the better.

Wang Chongyang replied: "the two envoys of Xiake Island often wear yellow clothes and green clothes. Since they wear green clothes, they should be the leader of the wooden island."

Zhao Gou said in a cold voice: "Jia pardons that old man!" Jia Xun is Jia Sidao's half brother. He almost succeeded to the title of Rong Guogong, so he went to the palace to see the emperor. Now that he is here, it means that Jia Sidao has finally started.

It's a pity that now he has lost all the games. He doesn't have any chessmen at all. He doesn't even have the qualification to enter the game. It's all intelligence mistakes. At the beginning, he thought that Jia Sidao was in charge of ghost mountain villa. Unexpectedly, King Yi was able to recruit so many experts.

"Another great master?" I don't know who asked.

Several great masters looked at each other, then shook their heads. Wang Chongyang said, "yes, but not."

Huang Chang added: "this palm has already reached the threshold of great master's realm. It's also half a step of great master." But the three of them all know that a word is wrong. It seems that the difference is not far, but many top experts can not break through to the real grand master realm in their lifetime.

"Although there is still a lack of heat, but now the state of nameless, the winner is still unknown." The wine fighting monk murmured to himself.

A few people have no time to chat any more, and they are all staring at the changes in the war situation.

In a twinkling, the floor sweeping monk had already played several moves with the leader of the wooden island. Obviously, the floor sweeping monk was extremely afraid of his palm power. Instead of hard joining, he used excellent body method to resolve it.

Seeing him in danger, many people felt sad. They thought that the great master would die in the hands of curfew in the end?

After all, huang shang and the other three were injured in the hands of the great master, which is also in line with everyone's expectations. Only the great master has the ability to be injured. If such a great master was killed by others, it's really a pity.

All of a sudden, the floor sweeping monk finally took a slap, which was as gentle as a lover's touch. Huang shang and Wang Chongyang looked back at the wine fighting monk, who had been badly hurt by the slap before.

"Amitabha." The wine fighting monk seemed to see the ending, and his tone was full of compassion.

The master of wooden Island saw him clap his hand, and his heart was full of warning. However, he thought that the other side was at the end of the storm now, and his palm power should attack him first, so he clenched his teeth, did not dodge, and continued to press his hand.

However, his pupils suddenly constricted, because the other side's light palm, I don't know how to do it, unexpectedly, the last one came first, and first one step pressed on him.

He suddenly felt sharp pain all over, the whole person can no longer stand on the ground.

The floor sweeper is not feeling well at this time. Normally, this shot is enough to kill the other person, but he is not hurt. But now, at the end of the storm, he still doesn't avoid the other person's hand. He suddenly realizes that his ribs are broken and half of his body is paralyzed.

At this time, the land behind him suddenly exploded again, a figure suddenly jumped out, while he was paralyzed for a short time, a blow on his heart.