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read2();　　 Shenjing City is very big, it is the largest city in Shenzhou, it is not one of them, but Shenjing City is also very small. Under the rapid transmission of various news, almost all monks , They all knew the latest development of the Metropolitan City.

　　 His Majesty the Great Emperor Fuyao accepted Murong He’s battle post and dispatched the Fourth Army to block the entire Wanjian Mountain.

　　 Seven days later, a shocking battle is about to break out. This is the most violent confrontation between the sectarian arena and the imperial court since the opening of the Great Xia Dynasty!

　　 Invincible young man, Emperor Fuyao who is in charge of the entire Daxia, and Muronghe, the most advanced sword repairer under the saint.

　　 This duel is Murong He’s battle for sanctification, and it is also the final counterattack of Shenzhou’s vast rivers and lakes.

Zhao Yu did not allow Sitian to monitor the news. Therefore, the entire Shenjing City, not only the Sitianjian branch of Dongcheng District, including the major restaurants, Taiping Market, and even the entire major cities of Daxia, can be reached in one day. , Have thoroughly learned this terrifying news, even ordinary people have different opinions.

For ordinary citizens, Murong and this move are a proper treason, and they should be punishable by the Quanzong. For Gwangju and some other political forces, the mood is particularly complicated. They can understand Murong and this move, but they don't. , This is an extremely contradictory state of mind.

　　 The sun above the sky gradually sank to the horizon amidst the noise, faintly chilled, and then thousands of lights came on, illuminating the entire sky.

　　 In the eastern suburbs of the city of God, near the residence of Dao Palace, Chu Yanyan frowned and walked slowly towards his yard, his feet heavy and his face solemn.

　　 Today, she was in the East City branch of the Sitian Supervisor and listened to many practitioners for a full day of discussion. In addition to the buzzing of her head at this time, she also understood the back of the battle more clearly.

Murong He is very strong, and his killing power is almost comparable to that of a saint. Although your majesty is invincible today, and even once killed the saints, there are very few people who really saw them. Therefore, the outcome of this battle is unpredictable. , This is also the reason why the girl is worried at this time.

Chu Yanyan had a bitter face, his thoughts were flying, and unknowingly, his own small courtyard with lights was already in front of him, and then the girl subconsciously turned to look at the small courtyard beside it that was still not illuminated, and sighed quietly. , Turned and pushed open the door of his yard.

As soon as she entered the small courtyard, a scent that belonged to the taste of food came directly into her nose. According to the past, Chu Yanyan would inevitably smile and hop into the kitchen, but at this time, she still frowned and slowly Step into the kitchen.

　　 "Yan Yan, you're back, can you work hard today?"

　　 Next to the stove, the middle-aged beautiful woman wearing an apron smiled and asked when she saw her daughter's return, but she frowned when she saw the latter's gloomy and worried look, and continued to speak:

　　 "Why, have you encountered something difficult at work today?"

　　 "Mother, it's not me."

　　 Chu Yanyan turned his head away, and then turned his gaze to the man in purple sitting in the kitchen with a calm face and flipping through a book. He walked to the latter's side in three or two steps and continued to ask:

　　 "Father, you are a gentleman in the Dao Palace, you should know that Murong He, the lord of the Wanjian Pavilion, is not good?"

"Muronghe is of course very powerful. The old palace lord of our Taoist palace once said that when it comes to killing, no monk in the vast land of Shenzhou can be compared to Muronghe, including his old man, Yanyan, you say He is not great."

　　 The gentle voice of the middle-aged man in purple robe just fell, and the brows on Chu Yanyan's eyes became deeper, and then he muttered and asked:

　　 "That, that!"

　　 Then the purple-robed man, the principal of the Dao Gong Zong Zong Yuan, looked at his daughter's desire to speak but stopped, smiled lightly, and then spoke:

　　 "Yanyan, do you want to ask if this Murong He is great, or our Majesty is great?"

　　 Then Chu Yanyan nodded heavily, his eyes filled with seriousness, and then the purple-robed man continued to smile slightly, patted the seat next to him, and let the latter sit down. The gentle voice of vicissitudes continued to be heard:

　　 "Daughter, this matter is not that simple. Dad can roughly understand Murong He's actions, but the content involved is too esoteric, so Dad will not mention it for the time being, just talk about what you want to know.

　　 "Murong and his majesty who challenged us, to put it bluntly, is the final counterattack of the rivers and lakes against the temple, but this counterattack, in my opinion, has no hope of success!"

　　 As soon as he said this, Chu Yanyan's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he blurted out:

　　 "According to what you mean, Dad, this time Murong He has no chance of winning?"

　　 "Exactly!"

　　Chu Zhengyang nodded, gently placed the book in his hand on the dining table in front of him, opened his mouth and continued to speak:

"Aside from age, cultivation base and other factors, your Majesty is the lord of Great Xia and has the entire vast land of China behind him. Not only are there major practitioners from the Fourth Army, the Radiant Army and the Night Dire Division, but also There is also the blessing of Shenzhou Haotu's first sacred tool, the mountain and sea map. The profound background is not what Murong and can reach. What does Murong have?

　　 "The only thing he has is the so-called inheritance of kendo and loyalty."

　　 The voice of the middle-aged in purple robes fell faintly, and the middle-aged beautiful woman by the stove put all the food on the table, then looked at the father and daughter who were communicating with each other below, and asked suspiciously:

　　 "Husband, Yan Yan, what are you talking about, but where did something big happen?"

　　 "It's a big thing."

　　Chu Zhengyang raised his head, looked at the middle-aged beautiful woman who was still charming, and then spoke:

　　 "About temples and rivers and lakes, Juaner, are you sure you want to listen?"

　　 "That still doesn't work. As soon as I hear these so-called major events, my head hurts. It just depends on the discussion between you father and daughter."

After 　　 finished speaking, the middle-aged beautiful woman filled everyone with a bowl of soup, sat on the side, and sipped it.

　　 Then Chu Zhengyang turned his body, looked at his daughter's brighter eyes, and continued to speak lightly:

"Yes, for us, there is no such thing as a river or lake. No matter how strong a monk is, when he is exhausted, quantitative changes will cause qualitative changes. Above the vast land of China, no one can resist the edge of your majesty and the army. And the arena that the monks in Gwangju are talking about at this time, in my opinion, is just a mediocre disturbance!"

At the same time, the Bingzong in the Qiuyue Fortress of Everlasting Mountain, the Daxia Academy in Shenjing City, the Sunyuezong in the depths of Hexu Mountain in Guizhou, the Linglongzong in Canglan City, and the names of the people in Daxia. Big sect.

　　 Among all the above-mentioned sects, there is a cultivator in charge. After learning the news, he fell into a long silence and thought, and then all these people sighed in unison and murmured softly:

　　 "Murong and this sword are trying to cut a way out for the Jianghu sect, but the world is like this, mediocre people disturb themselves, mediocre people disturb themselves!"