203: Prime Minister's move, battle of feudal lords
"That's right."
The person next to him nodded: "Zuo Chongnian is only seventeen years old. He is young, promising and extremely capable. Once he leaves the Zhenfu Division, he will be almost useless."
"The Emperor Wu obviously wants to vigorously train him. The Zhenfu Division is the best channel for meritorious service and promotion. He will never listen to our advice..."
As soon as these words came out, the few people who had just been happy suddenly became sad.
The middle-aged man cupped his hands and said: "As for the second method, I forgive the students for being stupid and not fully understanding."
"It's very simple."
Wei Tao was disappointed in his heart, but he guided him: "I ask you, what rank is the champion?"
The man frowned: "The position of prince is equivalent to the third rank. The title of champion is of great significance. It is half a rank higher than the average prince. It should be around the second rank."
Wei Tao said with a smile: "Then I will ask you again, what rank is the envoy of the town?"
"Sixth grade...that's it."
The middle-aged man suddenly understood and said with admiration: "As expected of the teacher, this move is so essential."
When the others heard this, they gradually came to their senses.
The official ranks of Zhenfusi are: ninth-rank demon-killing envoy, eighth-rank demon-suppressing envoy, sixth-rank town government envoy, fourth-rank county guardian envoy, second-rank prefectural shepherd envoy, and first-rank command envoy.
And Zuo Chongming's meritorious service this time is not small, and the town government envoy is a sure thing.
But the town envoy is only of the sixth rank. Even if he has real power, he is still far behind the champion.
Then here comes the problem.
Once Zuo Chongming succeeded in becoming a marquis, he was sent to the garrison.
As a champion, he was on equal footing with the state minister.
Zuo Chongming's boss is only a fourth-grade commander, so how can he command him?
Someone followed his train of thought and said: "By then, Zuo Chongming's boss will definitely have a stranglehold on his throat. We can take the opportunity to create a quarrel and kill someone with a borrowed knife."
Zuo Chongming's various performances are enough to illustrate his danger.
If it really grows up smoothly and is used by Emperor Wu, it will be a disaster for the bureaucracy...
So they must prepare early and do everything possible to kill it.
"If the killing fails, there is one last resort."
Wei Tao closed his eyes and said softly: "Isn't he very capable? Let's see how strong he is. You should know that there is a saying called the master with high power."
Even if most people know the principle of "thinking about defeat before winning", they can at most keep it secret.
However, Wei Tao avoided accidents and retained three methods, and the three methods were interlocked.
This shows that his fear of Zuo Chongming has reached the point where he must be eliminated.
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At noon the next day, Haoyang hung high in the sky.
Located within the Third Ring Road of Beijing, the arena with a capacity of 30,000 people was filled with people and excitement, and the discussion even reached the sky.
This arena was built by a certain emperor of the previous dynasty because he loved watching beasts fighting, so it was the Colosseum at that time.
Later, Taizu of the Wu Dynasty improved and repaired it and turned it into an arena.
Large-scale competitions and the like are held here, but it is idle on weekdays.
After the current Emperor Wu came to the throne, he felt that it was too wasteful to keep this thing and it would cost a lot of money to maintain it on weekdays, so he rented it to Bafeng Tower.
After the Bafeng Pavilion took over, various competitive competitions will be held regularly, such as warriors fighting warriors, warriors fighting monsters, monsters fighting monsters...
Since there are not only exciting competitions but also expensive gambling pools, many interest chains have quickly emerged and many industries have emerged.
"Good guy, this is comparable to a stadium."
"It's no exaggeration to say that if you just throw a brick at it, you can at least knock out a baron or official..."
"It's so exciting, damn, my blood is boiling."
"Are you so excited? The protagonist is not you."
"By the way, are the banners ready?"
"rest assured."
"You also need a loudspeaker."
"learn."
Chen Tianlong and other players stared eagerly at the auditorium.
They were even planning to suggest that Zuo Chongming build one after returning, specifically for PVP players.
Even if they let the Tianlong Guild pay for it, they will definitely be able to make a lot of money by organizing competitions, concerts and other activities in the future.
After coming back to his senses, Chen Tianlong glanced at the players: "You guys, what are you doing standing around? Hurry up and get to your seats. The live broadcast room will be warmed up first."
"oh oh……"
After hearing this, several players rushed towards the designated position.
In order to make the live broadcast more perfect, they begged Zuo Chongming and asked for some tickets from different locations to adopt multiple perspectives and live broadcast in all directions.
Taking this opportunity, Chen Tianlong glanced at the live broadcast room and secretly cursed: "Zuo Chongming's popularity is simply outrageous!"
Before the live broadcast even started, the popularity of the live broadcast room exceeded 500 million.
…
Not long after.
With the arrival of Emperor Wu, the atmosphere in the venue skyrocketed.
Thousands of people stood up quickly and shouted to see the Holy One. The sound was deafening and overwhelming...
"Plain body."
Emperor Wu looked around, said a few words in a leisurely manner, and then turned around and entered the box.
The place where dignitaries sit is of course not in the open air, but in special boxes.
However, due to the huge impact of this incident, people with some status in the Beijing circle were trying to get in, and the private rooms could only be used by high-ranking officials.
"Master Zuo."
Liu Fu walked through the corridor and quietly came to the backcourt, looking at him with a smile: "How are you preparing?"
"good."
Zuo Chongming stood in the room, letting Bai Susu and the girls dress up.
Liu Fu took out a palm-sized jade box from the spiritual ring: "This is what the Holy One asked us to give to you, twenty dragon blood soul nourishing pills."
This is an elixir used to nourish the soul and recover from injuries. After taking it, you only need to adjust your breath for a moment to quickly return to your peak state.
The market price is...no, strictly speaking, it is not sold on the market.
After all, the main material of this thing comes from the blood marrow of the big demon, and the cost is too high.
"Twenty pills? Your Majesty really spent a lot of money."
Zuo Chongming sighed in surprise, and then said: "Eunuch Liu, please do one thing for me. Just help me place a bet and bet on me to win."
Liu Fu was stunned for a moment. At this moment, why don't you forget to gamble?
But this was just a small matter, so he nodded in agreement.
…
A moment later, loud cheers rang out.
A young man with a tall and straight figure, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and an impressive weapon strode into the field with a long sword in hand.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As if he was not used to being paid attention to, he frowned slightly, but he quickly adjusted himself, with fighting intent bursting out of his eyes.
"Qi Qingyun?"
"The young master of the Qi Bohou family? Isn't he over there in the South China Sea? Why is he here too?"
"Nonsense, of course it's for the sake of the champion."
"I heard that this man made a lot of achievements in the frontier, and that eight hundred demons died in his hands, if not one thousand."
"And he is also a direct descendant of the Hejian Sect. He returned to the late Yuan Dynasty at a young age."
"Hey... what a powerful enemy. I heard that Zuo Chongming is in his early stages?"
"Yes, it's difficult."
The appearance of this person immediately caused a commotion.
After all, the Qi family is also from the Beijing circle. Qi Qingyun later made many meritorious deeds, so he was naturally well known by people in the capital.
Crunch, crunch~!
In anticipation, the closed iron door creaked up.
Zuo Chongming, who was wearing a gold-rimmed black robe and looked no less than Qi Qingyun, walked out slowly with his sword in hand.
Although his actual age is seven or eight years younger than Qi Qingyun, the audience can clearly feel the sense of oppression coming from him.
This kind of pressure that comes from the surface and is as solid as the substance is definitely something Qi Qingyun has never had.
The audience at such a close distance even felt dazed for a moment. They could smell blood on the tips of their noses, and could hear whining and wailing in their ears.
Almost at the same time, the geniuses sitting in the box subconsciously straightened up and stared solemnly at Zuo Chongming who was standing there.
How many people did this guy kill?
This is their biggest question now.
Those who often kill living beings have evil spirits about them, so others will feel uncomfortable, but that's all.
But the evil spirit in Zuo Chongming's body was simply...
"Photography..."
A woman in white clothes in a certain box suddenly made a gesture and scolded her, and wiped her fingers in front of her eyes. Then her eyes were filled with a green light, so beautiful that people dared not look directly at her.
In an instant, the scene changed suddenly.
The clear sky was covered with dark blood clouds, and countless demons, ghosts, and resentful souls were wandering around, roaring and wailing...
The ground is covered with layers of white bones, broken limbs and arms are everywhere, ferocious heads are piled up into mountains, there are also rivers of blood and waterfalls of blood roaring...
"How... poof..."
The woman's pupils suddenly shrank, her face instantly turned as pale as paper, a cloud of blood mist suddenly spurted out from her mouth and nose, and she fainted on the spot.
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"Are you Zuo Chongming?"
"Um."
"It seems that I underestimated you."
"Um."
"You can't sit in this position of Champion."
"Um."
"Seeing that your cultivation level is still shallow, I'll let you make the first move."
"Uh-huh?"
Zuo Chongming blinked and looked at him in surprise, as if looking at a mentally retarded person: "Are you sure?"
Qi Qingyun felt quite uncomfortable when his eyes touched him. He secretly became more vigilant in his heart, but a smile appeared on his face: "Of course I'm sure..."
Rumble….
The ear-piercing Buddha's sound roared throughout the venue, and waves of sound rushed towards our faces.
The audience only saw Zuo Chongming slap a palm, thousands of Sanskrit words flashed and condensed, and a terrifying palm print grew in the wind and was pressed down with a crash.
Then, there is no more.
As Zuo Chongming lowered his hand, the restless sword energy around him gradually subsided, and the palm print on the ground disappeared in the wind like an afterimage.
Hula~!
Countless people stood up subconsciously, stretched their heads, and looked towards the palm prints.
But they saw Qi Qingyun, who was elegant and elegant, being slapped to the ground, with his hair disheveled and covered in blood. He died at the sight of it.
In the early stage of Guiyuan, he faced off against the late stage of Guiyuan, and then in the late stage of Guiyuan, he was defeated by one move, seconds?
The stadium suddenly fell into a deathly silence. In the huge arena, the only sound was the whistling cold wind, just like their mood at the moment.
"Master Zuo is awesome!!!"
"Lord Zuo is mighty."
"Master Zuo is domineering!!"
Chen Tianlong and other players were the first to react, holding up banners with red faces and shouting.
"Um?"
Zuo Chongming glanced at them, sighed silently, and turned to the referee who was also stunned: "Take them away, the next one..."
As he said that, he moved a few steps to the side in disgust, as if he was afraid of being splashed by Qi Qingyun's blood.