Chapter 127 The king does not need to explain to anyone!
Chapter 127 King, you don’t need to explain your actions to anyone!
Sima Yang stood up with his sword in hand and hummed: "For the sake of you being a great master, I don't want to kill you, but you dare to sign a life-or-death war with me!"
Sima Zhantian was full of fighting spirit, but he did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned to look at Ye Feng.
"My lord, allow your subordinates to go into battle and chop off this bastard's head!"
"That's right!" Ye Feng slapped his chopsticks on the table.
"very good!"
Sima Yang smiled, then turned to look at Mo Xilin and said loudly: "Go and send a message to the other commanders in the southern border to gather at the school ground. I want to treat them to a good show!"
In fact, this was Sima Yang's purpose. When he came in, he directly ignored Ye Feng's identity as the King of the North and pretended that he didn't know it at all. In this way, the King of the North naturally could not accuse him of being disrespectful. At most, he could only
It's just ignorance.
Once the two sides sign a letter of war, the battle will be justified!
Next, as long as he defeats or even directly kills his opponent, the situation will be restored.
"I'm going to send a message right away!" Mo Xilin immediately handed over his hand and then withdrew.
"In that case, my instructor will be waiting for you at the school grounds. I hope you won't be such a coward. Of course, if you don't want to come, my instructor is always tolerant and will never argue with you again!"
Sima Yang waved his hand, then quickly turned around and left.
Ye Feng looked at him with no expression on his face. He didn't take this little genius swordsman seriously. What made him care a little was the Nanyue Hengshan Sword Sect behind him.
The Nanyue Hengshan Sword Sect has a long history. Although it declined in the last century, in recent years, under the leadership of the Hengling Territory Lord, the Hengshan Sword Sect has grown stronger, and many disciples of the sect have entered the army.
His reputation in the south is not low.
Ye Feng knew very well that once Sima Yang was destroyed, neither the Hengshan Sword Sect nor the Hengling Territory Lord behind him would ever give up.
Of course, Ye Feng, the King of the North, still doesn't really pay attention to these.
If he wanted to attack a famous ancient martial arts sect before he achieved the breakthrough of King Wu, he might still have some scruples, but now, if the opponent dares to jump out in a big way, he will be shot to death!
"Let's go to the school field!" Ye Feng waved his hand, and then, with Hong Qingyan pushing his wheelchair, he headed to the school field to the south.
Mo Xilin's swordsmanship may not be very good, but his ability to convey messages is indeed very good. In the blink of an eye, the entire southern base camp already knew about this matter.
Then pairs of soldiers from the southern border headed towards the school grounds, and soon the school grounds, which could accommodate thousands of people at the same time, were already filled with people.
When Ye Feng arrived at the school ground paved with soft sand, it was already overcrowded. Several other commanders from the southern region were also present, all on the high platform.
Of course, the King of the South did not appear. In fact, the King of the South has rarely appeared outside since he went into seclusion five years ago. Especially in the past two years, he has hardly left home, so everyone has habitually ignored him.
As for the Lord of the Nine Domains, he rarely comes to the southern base camp. He only comes here when there are special or urgent matters. The rest of the time, he stays in his own domain to dominate and dominate.
Ye Feng and his party followed the rear and climbed onto the high platform.
Although at this time, the entire southern base camp already knew that the former King of the North had arrived in the southern territory, no one had the intention to salute, and many people even had arrogant and disdainful looks on their faces.
"Really, he can't even keep his throne in the north, but he still wants to come to our south. What does he want to do? Is he looking for trouble?" Soon someone started talking below.
"That is, he is already a cripple with a broken leg, but he still wants to come to our southern border to show off his power. Not to mention that he is a cripple now, even in his heyday, we may not look at their numbers!"
"Shhh... you have to keep your voice down. I heard that our third commander was killed on the spot by the so-called King of the North for being disrespectful in the afternoon!"
"Hmph...what are you afraid of? Could it be that this wheelchair-bound King of the North still dares to kill all our soldiers in the South? He is not so bold yet. Now our number one swordsman in the South has come forward. Just wait.
When his subordinates are defeated, he will be forced to leave our southern border in disgrace!"
"Yes, a king whose leg has been broken and is about to be crippled is not worthy of our respect at all. We must let him get out of the southern territory later!"
Ye Feng naturally listened to the ongoing discussions in the school grounds below, but he was too lazy to care. He, the King of the North, always acted without looking at anyone's color, and would never explain it to anyone.
Sima Yang was very proud and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth. As long as he wins today's battle, he will not only be able to regain the position for his junior brother, but also be able to show his face for a while. By then, his reputation in the southern border will naturally increase again.
will be greatly improved.
"Look, everyone is almost here. Let's start over there!"
Sima Yang immediately took three steps forward and then slightly gestured to an old man next to him.
The old man understood, picked up an agreement on the desk, and said loudly: "Although both parties agree to compete, the sword has no eyes. This is a life and death contract. Once signed, you will be responsible for your life and death!"
Sima Yang immediately waved his hand to Sima Zhantian and said: "Please!"
Without saying a word, Sima Zhantian walked over quickly dragging his tall body, and then quickly signed his name and pressed his fingerprint on it, and then Sima Yang followed suit.
"Now, the fight begins, let's get on the ring!" After the old man finished speaking, he quickly stepped aside.
"I heard that you are from the north, right? I hope you won't disappoint me too much in the future. Otherwise, if this matter spreads back to the south, I'm afraid those flag masters in the south will be embarrassed!"
Sima Yang laughed loudly, tapped his foot slightly, and flew up. In the blink of an eye, he reached the arena in front of him.
Sima Zhantian rushed over without saying a word.
Ye Feng's expression was always calm. With his eyes open, he could clearly see that Sima Yang had just entered the realm of Huajin Grandmaster, and even the Qi Jin in his body had not yet reached the level of perfection.
The more important point is that the other party is a general instructor who has only been teaching all year round and has never been on the battlefield. A person like this cannot be compared with a general who has experienced hundreds of battles on the battlefield like Sima Zhantian.
What's more, Sima Zhantian himself is a profound master of energy transformation, and his energy energy has already reached perfection!
"Three moves, I only need three moves to chop off your dog's head!" Sima Zhantian held a big sword in his hand, full of evil aura.
"Ignorant madman, you dare to be so arrogant in front of me, you simply don't know how to live or die!" Sima Yang flicked his wrist, and sword flowers immediately appeared in the green sword in his hand.
"Suffer death!" Sima Zhantian raised his sword and pounced out like a fierce tiger.
