Chapter 1 381

Wang Chong flashed a sigh of relief in his eyes, but he quickly set his sight and looked to Song Yuanyi. His expression is indifferent, free and easy, even in the face of the four sects of the world, like the Taishan Beidou-like evil giants, there is no fear:

"Song Mengzhu, I only have one last question. In this game, I have revealed flaws in the end. I asked myself, there is nothing special about the whole process. According to the truth, I won, I am the real Qingyang son, how? Instead, the lord shot me?"

When I heard Wang Chongyun’s light wind, I was surrounded by silence.

At this time, Wang Chong still has a leisurely chatter and asks himself where he has revealed flaws. Even the most arrogant tamer, at this time, could not help but admire him.

"This kid is a personal thing, don't say anything else, just this kind of temperament, I am afraid that few people can match him!"

Everyone is secretly in the heart.

But soon, everyone's attention was concentrated on Song Yuanyi.

"Yes! My ancestors are also somewhat curious now. Song Yuanyi, where is this kid showing flaws? Have you not been convinced of him before? How did he finally shoot him?"

A voice sounded, Xuan Yin ancestors also opened the way, a word asked the voices of everyone.

Not to mention those who are onlookers, even now he wants to know that just after Wang Chong Ming Ming won, why Song Yuanyi will start with him. The reason for this is simply like a hundred claws, trying to know the answer.

"I never explain to people, but when I look at you to save the leisurely, I will make you die!"

Song Yuanyi looked indifferent, his robes spurred, and went two steps forward, revealing a huge gas field:

"You are really smart, but it's a pity that it's too much! If a person is just a suspicious place, there is nothing, but two, three... that's not that simple."

"You appeared on the mountain on the first day, posing as a Qingyang son, but you can't see the guard around. This is already suspicious. On the night of the night, Ji'an sued you. When the night hits the night, it not only does nothing, but instead If he goes down the mountain, although he is behaving badly, there is no need to lie about this kind of thing. This is the second point; and there is another 'Qingyang Gongzi' on the side of Wuzu League. This is the third point. There are three points. Regardless of the truth, you are already doubtful."

The voice of Song Yuanyi echoed in everyone's ears, and everyone listened with full concentration. After Wang Chong listened to this explanation, he was even more impressed:

"These sects are really simple, but there is no simple one! Song Yuanyi has long been skeptical, but he has never said a word! Until this time, he suddenly slammed the killer!"

On the night of the night of the black man, Song Yuanyi had already tested himself. Wang Chong originally thought that with the ability of the stone of fate, he had successfully passed him and passed the test. But until this time, Wang Chong discovered that the suspicions of himself in the Song and Yuan Dynasties have never been cut.

It’s just that his city is too deep and does not show up at all.

If you don't have precautions, I am afraid that he has already taken his way.

"The Song League master is really powerful, it is the righteous leader!"

These thoughts passed by in my mind, and Wang Chong quickly returned. His mouth twitched, smiled slightly, and restored the image of a young and easy-going boy:

"But even if this is the case, it is only suspicious. I don't know where the Song League master finally determined my identity. Is it wrong to win, but is it wrong?"

When Wang Chong’s voice fell, everyone erected his ears and looked at the direction of Song Yuanyi.

That kid (Wang Chong) is dead, no one can escape from Song Yuanyi, and there are so many righteous demon sects. If this is the case, then it is to laugh at the world. What everyone cares about now is, where did Song and Song Yi determine that Wang Chong is not the real Qingyang son?

At this moment, even the counts were watched together. Although he has been counting Wang Chong, he can't wait for him to die, but even if he is, he doesn't know when Song Yuanyi was in the end, where he came from flaws.

"Win, of course, is not a flaw, the flaw is that you are too much. Sometimes, too late!"

Song Yuanyi's gaze flashed a little, and did not move.

"The last trick, when he uses the combination of demons and demons, when you control Zhou Hangyi's guide to the sword, it is also the time when you really reveal the flaws."

"what?"

Wang Chong was stunned for the first time. Not to mention Wang Chong, even other people are full of mistakes, even the distant Qingyang son has a hint of doubt. Wang Chong’s guide to the sword guide, even in his view, is only a common move in the battle, no one understands what Song Yuanyi said.

"The same is the Jingwei Wanwu, but also the difference between inside and outside, the difference between the top and bottom. The true Qingyang son is only the repair of the real Wujing, how do you know the specific circumstances of the imperial border?"

"But you are different. When the Emperor Wu’s disciple of Wuzu League is showing his body and the demon, you seem to know that his body load has reached the limit in the fierce battle. The third trick is the devil. When I am in one, it will inevitably exceed the load, and there will be a disorder of suffocation. Am I wrong?"

"It is impossible for a person to say this if he has not achieved his own imperial circumstances and has rich practical experience."

"Qingyang Gongzi is only a theory, but you are actually fighting. The so-called difference is a thousand miles. Who is it and who is still using it?"

Speaking of the last sentence, Song Yuanyi fainted Wang Chong.

A true and false Qingyang son's battle, seeing everyone dazzled, confusing, but in the Song and Yuan dynasty, but it is an understatement, a theory and a real battle, suddenly Wang Chong and Qingyang son of the true and false, easily judged.

When I heard the explanation of Song Yuanyi, the crowd was awkward, and Wang Chong was even full of mistakes. He never imagined that he eventually lost in the place he won. A theory, a real battle, makes Wang Chong dumb, even the Qingyang son in the distant crowd can not speak.

"Ginger is still old and hot!"

This subtle difference between him and Wang Chong, if not mentioned by Song Yuanyi, even he could not think of it:

"So this person is simply a strong martial art strongman. If so, why should he do this?"

Qingyang Gongzi subconsciously turned to look at Wang Chong, who was surrounded by four giants such as Xuan Yin's ancestors. Although he knew the final answer, his doubts in his heart were even more.

Although Qingyang Gongzi will not martial arts, but with the ability of Jingwei Wanwu, he has always been very self-sufficient, but in front of Wang Chong, he is no longer proud. Wang Chong is about the same age as him, but whether it is martial arts or talent, everything is above him. This is the first time in his life that he is truly defeated.

Although the other party faked himself, but for Wang Chong, Qingyang Gongzi could not talk about hatred, but a little bit... admire.

Do not say anything else, just relying on his martial arts, he really defeated himself, and dared to fool the sectarian sects of Song Yuanyi and Xuan Yin ancestors. This is not what ordinary people can compare.

"The Song League master, admire the next, can achieve the position of the Song League master, it really is not a general generation. Just, just because I fake the Qingyang son must be placed in the dead? Anyway, I have helped you?"

Wang Chong looked at Song Yuanyi, and he smiled. He had been worried that the identity leak would lead to the joint attack of these giants, but it was calm and calm.

"Hey, stinky boy, all of them are in this position. Can you still leave alive? Even if the Song League master does not take the shot, the ancestors will also ruin you."

Xuan Yin's ancestors murdered in the heart, and the eyes flashed extremely dangerous light.

"If you just fake the Qingyang son, see if you have saved your leisure time, even if you bully me, I can still spare you a life, but unfortunately, you are a disciple of the evil emperor Zhang Wenfu. !"

Song Yuan was cold and cold.

"Hey!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and when I heard Song Yuanyi, the whole audience was in a state of utter disappointment. The Xuan Yin ancestors and the eternal ancestors who had never been able to speak on the flagpoles were also shrinking their faces, and Huo Di changed his face.

"Song Yuanyi, you have not made a mistake? Zhang Wenfu's disciple is him?!"

Xuan Yin ancestors looked at the opposite Song Yuanyi, hurriedly.

"I was not sure before, but now, I have confirmed it."

Song Yuanyi said, while waving toward the rear.

"Chunnan, let me talk about the information you found!"

"Yes! The lord!"

The master of the Zhengzhou League, known as Chunan, stood up on one knee and walked quickly.

His wrists plunged into the sleeves, pulled out a piece of paper, and shook hands. On the drawing paper, a figure appeared.

It was an old man who seemed to be eighty or ninety years old. He was all white and his cane was very eye-catching.

"Hey!"

Seeing this scene, the king trembled fiercely:

"Old village chief!"

The painting on the shadow of the master of the martial arts master is the old village chief separated from Wang Chong. The painter of Zhengqi League is very powerful. He painted the scene where the old village chief is fighting, and his temperament is extremely in place. At least 90% similar to the old village chief.

"This is the same party that Zhang Weifu, another evil emperor we met yesterday. His strength is extremely high. If the lord did not arrive in time, we are afraid that he has been injured by many people. At that time, there were masters in the league. This person drew it down. Then we sent the pigeons to the localities, and used our strength to search for the news of the evil emperor.

"We originally thought that this person had never appeared in the sectarian world. It must be difficult to find, but I never thought that it was in the Western Region, which was close at hand. We quickly found the news. According to the news, this The man is the leader of the most elite iron horse in the court of the Tang Dynasty. Some people call him the village chief of the black-skinned village. The shocking iron-clad iron riding in the world is almost entirely from his village."

Chu Nan said, paused, and then said.