The faces of Wang Chongyang and the others did not change, but their eyes were slightly condensed.
After two breaths, the laughter stopped, and Sihanfei said with a magnanimous smile: "Master Wang, you should expose your shortcomings when you meet them. Isn't this Taoist style?"
"Haha, this is how Taoism behaves when faced with a money wolf." Wang Chongyang said with a calm smile.
"I have long heard that Mr. Wang has a strong personality and a sharp edge. He is indeed worthy of his name. Well, he is most in line with the character of our prairie men." Si Hanfei praised with appreciation in his tone.
Without waiting for Wang Chongyang to say anything, he continued: "If Master Wang is angry with me for what happened to King Qi Ling Duxu back then, I won't say anything.
If you want to avenge Ling Duxu, I will follow suit.
It’s just right to learn about Master Wang’s innate skills. How much stronger is it than Ling Duxu?”
"You will have a chance to learn." Wang Chongyang's eyes showed an undisguised murderous intention.
"Okay, I will be waiting for you at any time." Sihanfei showed no signs of weakness and was full of confidence.
"Holy monk, our old friends meet again." At this time, a figure next to Sihanfei wearing a silver coat, with silver hair and a pale face said quietly.
"Yes, King Xiaoyao, we meet again. Counting it together, it has been more than eighty years since you escaped from the Song Dynasty." The holy monk shook his feather fan and said with a somewhat different look.
"Heh." The figure known as Xiaoyao King smiled coldly, and said calmly and confidently: "I left the Song Dynasty back then, but I believe that one day, I will come back.
Now, I'm back again.
The land that once belonged to the Song Dynasty now belongs to me, the Yuan Dynasty.
It won’t be long before the entire Song Kingdom will belong to me, the Yuan Dynasty.”
"Haha, what an idiot is joking." The holy monk smiled and shook his head.
"The facts are before our eyes, but I don't know who is joking? Isn't the land in the north that once belonged to the Song Kingdom now belong to me, the Yuan Dynasty?
Chuanying, have you succeeded in stopping so many people from Ling Duxu?" King Xiaoyao glanced at Wang Chongyang and said with a hint.
"Oh, if Chuanying were standing here, how dare you say that?" the holy monk said without changing his expression.
"Haha, well, Chuanying was just a loser back then. Even if he has reached the realm of heaven and man, he still can't stop me, Dayuan." King Xiaoyao laughed loudly.
"That's right. When it comes to martial arts, Chuanying is indeed a genius. He defeated me, and I admit it.
But in front of me, Dayuan, he is also a loser.
How many of the strong men who blocked my Great Yuan movement to the south are still there now?
Chuan Ying can only hide in the world." Sihan Fei spoke forcefully.
"Yelang is arrogant." Wang Chongyang's words were sharp, "If you are really so strong, will you, Meng Yuan, keep the Qing, Jin, Liao, Xixia, Oara, and Goguryeo?
These countries have been left to contend with us, the Song Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty.
Let them bleed blood little by little to consume our Song Dynasty and Ming Dynasty.
You take this opportunity to march westward and accumulate more strength.
Ha, do you really think that the heroes of the Central Plains can’t destroy you, Meng Yuan?”
When Si Hanfei heard this, he laughed and said, "Master Wang, please stop trying to sow discord between Wu Zun and us.
The general trend of the world lies in my great Yuan.
Sooner or later, I, the Yuan Dynasty, will rule the world."
"It's ridiculous." Wang Chongyang spat out the word with disdain.
"Your Excellency Bi Xuan, do you mean to start a war with me, the Song Dynasty, by coming here this time?"
At this time, the old man who had been quiet spoke up and looked at the other person beside Sihanfei.
The man was extremely tall, exuding a strange and inexplicable aura that was intimidating, as if he possessed infinite and terrifying power.
Although he stood there quietly, he still looked like a demon.
It is the Jin Guoding Sea Divine Needle-like existence, Jin Guo Wu Zun Bi Xuan.
Hearing this, Bi Xuan, who had been quiet all the time, looked at the old man with a somewhat arrogant look, and said calmly: "I am here just at the invitation of the prince to enjoy a so-called hero meeting.
The Lord Shen is overly worried."
There was a certain magnanimity in his words, as if he had nothing to do with him.
When Si Hanfei heard this, his smile did not change.
Wang Chongyang and the others were half convinced, but at this time, it was not the time to delve deeper.
His eyes moved slightly and he looked somewhere.
"Zhenren Wang, Lord Zhuge, and the Holy Monk, these are the men whom I, the Yuan Dynasty, want to compete with the heroes of the Song Dynasty.
Why don't we take a look first?" Si Hanfei said with a generous smile.
"Okay, let's see how they die." Wang Chongyang sneered.
"It's not certain who died." Sihanfei raised the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly, he shook his head and sighed: "Speaking of which, I also feel sorry for these heroes.
Just like Chuanying, Ling Duxu and others back then.
What can they do no matter how hard they try?
The imperial court of the Song Dynasty has long been rotten. The mud cannot hold up the wall, so what's the use of putting in more efforts?
Just like now, except for you, Lord Zhuge, where are the powerful people in the Song Dynasty court?
It seems that they are all fighting for power. With such a court, I really don’t know what Mr. Wang, you, and these martial arts friends are insisting on?
I suddenly felt that many people did the right thing back then, seeing that the Song Kingdom was hopeless and ran directly to the Ming Kingdom."
Wang Chongyang and the old man narrowed their eyes slightly.
The old man remained extremely righteous and determined, and said calmly and calmly: "My lord, I have always heard that you admire our Central Plains culture and gave yourself the name Sihanfei.
But you can learn the surface of my Central Plains culture, but you will never learn the true essence of my Central Plains culture.
No matter how much you learn, you are still a wolf who values the law of the jungle."
Sihanfei sneered a few times and said disdainfully: "Shenhou, no matter how much you say, you can't refute it. My Yuan Dynasty is rising like the sun, and your Song Kingdom is getting weaker and weaker day by day."
"Then just watch." The old man Zhuge looked at me and said firmly.
"Okay, just watch." Sihanfei said confidently, as if he had made an agreement.
After saying that, the six of them did not speak again and all looked towards the ring.
There, to a certain extent, is the key to today.
In the woods.
There was a hint of curiosity and solemnity in Li Daoqiang's eyes.
Curiously, he couldn't hear those people talking.
There is no need to say more about dignity.
Six peerless strong men gather together, and once a war breaks out, it will be a shocking battle.
No one can despise it.
If a war really breaks out, what should he do?
This thought came up, but I couldn't find an answer.
After all, it is something that has not happened yet. If you really want to make a decision, you must base it on the specific situation at that time.
After looking at it for a while, he looked away.
It looked like those six people wouldn't be able to fight for a while.
What's more important now is probably that group of people.
(Chapter 3, the number of words is shorter. Sorry, this section is really difficult to write. There are so many powerful people who have to check information and build relationships. I will write another book later.)