"Where's my carriage!" Turning around, Mingche shouted anxiously towards his men who rushed over to protect him.
"Over there!" This was the first time his subordinates saw him losing such a temper. They didn't dare to neglect and hurriedly pointed in the direction of the carriage.
Holding the hem of his robe, Ming Che strode towards the direction of the carriage, raised the curtain, looked at the empty carriage, angrily released his palm, raised his hand and summoned his mount Feihe, and rode on the crane's back.
Fly into the air.
Several subordinates looked at each other, no one understood what was going on.
At this time, the collapse of the high platform had also stopped, and with the protection of the Royal Forest Army, the Royal Elite Cavalry and the Blood Rose Gang, the panic under the stands had also been stopped.
Nangong Xiao pulled the chief challenger out of the firewood pile, "Why are you still standing there, announce the result!"
The main challenger raised his hand to wipe the dust from his face, looked at Mingyue and Mo Li on the high pillar, and realized something in his heart. He didn't care about the pain on his body from being hit, and hurriedly raised his voice and announced loudly, "National Master
After a big fight, Mr. Qingfeng finally won!"
On the high pillar, Ming Yue spoke loudly, "From today on, Mr. Qingfeng is the Imperial Preceptor. He does not need to take orders from anyone except me. The presence of the Imperial Preceptor is as if I am personally here!"
His voice spread from Zhenqi, with a shocking power, reaching everyone's ears clearly.
"See His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Grand Imperial Master!"
Among the crowd, Xu Zixiao and others took the lead in saluting.
With one call and a hundred responses, all the people of the Ming Dynasty bowed down.
Slowly looking around at everyone, Ming Yue's toes moved slightly, and the person hugged Mo Li and flew forward, rushing towards the direction of the palace.
People raised their faces and saw him walking gracefully in mid-air, like a god.
In the newly built Temple of Punishment, Gong Ao silently settled down on the stone steps, took Zhuo Ya all the way to the newly built stone prison in the backyard, threw her into a cell, and did not forget to respectfully chase her and lock her.
The disciples of the sect ordered.
"Look carefully, if I let her run away, you are the only one I will ask!"
"Don't worry, Your Highness the Holy Son, let alone a human being, not even a fly can escape from the prison of our Punishment Temple!" the believer said flatteringly.
Gong Aoyang pointed his finger to put away the wind chain on Zhuo Ya's body and turned around to leave.
"Asshole!" Zhuo Ya flew up, came to the stone door, and stared at his face through the small window on the door, "I remember you!"
"Ha..." Gong Ao laughed out loud, "I hope you don't have nightmares tonight!"
After saying this, he turned around and walked out of the stone prison.
At this time, a group of subordinates had just turned back and winked at the approaching subordinates. Gong Ao raised his hand lightly, and the rest of the group dispersed.
Seeing no one around, Gong Ao said softly, "Are you sure she is from the demon clan?!"
"There is absolutely no mistake!" the subordinate said solemnly, "When I went to the Holy Mountain with His Highness the Holy Son, I saw her in the prison before. This girl is considered to be a little talented, and the subordinate will never admit her mistake!"
Gong Ao frowned, "Her level is still below me, how could she escape from the stone prison in the sacred mountain?!"
His subordinates also looked puzzled, "This subordinate doesn't know either. Generally speaking, those imprisoned in the Holy Mountain are heretics of a very high level. I'm afraid this girl is not an ordinary character. Or wait for the high priest to come back in two days and let him see her."