Chapter 715: Crossing the Holy Son (Part 1) (Happy New Year to everyone!)
As soon as Yue Mingxi's words came out, there was an uproar at the scene.
For most Northern Qi courtiers, the reason they heard the name Zhuo Mufeng was because of his scandal with the Three Beauties in the World. They knew that the young man was a playboy and quite capable.
But Ling Wuxie is different. The Moko Sect has the supreme status in the Northern Qi Dynasty. It is regarded as a holy religion. If he can become a holy son of the holy religion, there is no doubt about his qualifications and talents. He is definitely an outstanding person in the world.
This morning, the other party single-handedly saved the little princess from Qilin's mouth, which undoubtedly proved this point. However, many people did not see it with their own eyes.
Now that Yue Mingxi was talking about it, and in such a relaxed atmosphere, the wine was flowing in the mouth, and the mood was high, everyone couldn't help but feel strong curiosity, wanting to see how capable Ling Wuxie was.
Officials belonging to the Mokojiu clan reacted the fastest and immediately stood up to support Yue Mingxi.
"What the Third Protector said is true. The martial arts masters possess unique skills. We are just waiting to see them."
"The Northern Qi and the Eastern Zhou allied themselves with each other, and the competition between the first geniuses of the two dynasties must be a legend in the world!"
The courtiers affiliated with the royal family and those who were neutral looked towards the Emperor of Northern Qi.
Everyone present was not a fool. They saw that Yue Mingxi clearly wanted to use Zhuo Mufeng to promote the power of the Holy Cult, and they agreed in their hearts. However, they didn't know His Majesty's wishes, so they couldn't speak rashly.
Ling Wuxie was not surprised, because Yue Mingxi had already been angry with him beforehand, and he wanted this battle more than anyone else.
Su Zhilan's beautiful eyes flashed and she looked at Zhuo Mufeng worriedly. Her identity was very complicated and she received more information than ordinary people. She knew how terrifying Ling Wuxie was.
This boy is only twenty-three years old, but he has already practiced the Moko Sect's supreme secret skill, the six-star "Purple Nine Heavens", to the seventh heaven, surpassing the level of Xiaocheng. His swordsmanship qualifications can be said to be a hundred years old.
Once they met, it was said that in terms of swordsmanship, they were no less than the top ten protectors of the Moko Sect.
It was such a terrifying talent that he defeated many outstanding competitors at the age of eleven and became the disciple of Master Moko. After all these years of training, Su Zhilan clearly remembered that even the master behind her
It is said that, looking at the world's peers, there are only three people who can rival Ling Wuxie, and they will definitely be super figures who will stir up troubles in the future!
The master's vision is unparalleled in the world, and even he commented on the other party in this way. Su Zhilan's heart sank suddenly, fearing that Zhuo Mufeng would be defeated and something unexpected would happen.
Wu Yuanyuan stretched out her hand, quietly held the big palm of the case, and cast a caring and gentle look at Zhuo Mufeng. Seeing that her lover was no longer as free and easy as before, for some reason, Fang had a very bad premonition in her heart.
Le Qian frowned. The Holy Son of Moko must be very cautious in his first battle and cannot allow failure. He didn't understand where Yue Mingxi had such confidence. He seemed to be sure that Ling Wuxie could defeat Zhuo Mufeng.
The important ministers of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty looked at me. At this time, it seemed that nothing they said was appropriate, so they looked at the Eighth Prince.
The eighth prince looked calm, but only Huai Xiang beside him knew that the prince was clenching his fists and was very angry at the intimate gesture between Wu Yuanyuan and Zhuo Mufeng.
Facing so many eyes at the scene, the Northern Qi Emperor pondered for a moment.
The relationship between the Northern Qi royal family and the Moko Sect is equivalent to the relationship between the Eastern Zhou Dynasty royal family and the Eastern aristocratic families. The two parties have already passed the honeymoon period, and now they are wrestling with each other. The Emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty can't wait to eradicate the Moko Sect immediately.
But the time is not ripe yet, and the royal family is not that powerful, so both sides still maintain restraint on the surface.
Of course, the Emperor of Northern Qi could see Yue Mingxi's purpose. He glanced at Ling Wuxie and thought that he was just a holy son. There was no need to make things look bad for him, so he chuckled and said: "The Third Protector is very interested, of course I am."
I would also like to see the two geniuses competing, but I still have to ask them what they mean."
Ling Wuxie stood up, as if a sword was unsheathed. With just one movement, his momentum was unmistakable. As a protector, Yue Mingxi was suppressed by him.
He cupped his fists towards the Emperor of Northern Qi and said, "Your Majesty, it is Wu Xie's wish to compete with his peers in the world." His tone was sonorous and powerful, and even his brows revealed a breathtaking confidence.
The little princess next to the Emperor of Northern Qi tightened her sleeves, her cheeks turned red, and she looked at him in a daze.
Moving his eyes, the Emperor of Northern Qi looked at the Eighth Prince, smiling and saying nothing.
The Eighth Prince was not friendly to Zhuo Mufeng. He even wanted Zhuo Mufeng to lose the battle and be embarrassed in public. He hesitated when he saw this. He immediately stood up and said: "Since the Holy Son has invited me, I, Dong Zhou, naturally have no reason to refuse."
He looked at Zhuo Mufeng, with a hint of encouragement in his tone: "Mufeng, you have to bring glory to me, Dongzhou."
Brush brush brush.
Zhuo Mufeng suddenly became the focus of the audience. Under this situation, everyone knew that he could not refuse to play. Zhuo Mufeng was feeling congested and was making an extremely difficult decision in his heart.
He was unwilling to be succeeded by Yue Mingxi. No matter how strong Ling Wuxie was, he should at least fight with all his strength. But should he not care about Qin Keqing's life or death?
Qin Ke's Qingyi angry and happy face flashed in his mind, Zhuo Mufeng's jaw tightened, and all kinds of struggles flashed in his eyes.
Seeing that he didn't stand up for a long time, the Eighth Prince said in a deep voice: "Mufeng, are you feeling unwell? With your skill, you shouldn't be."
Others also had different views. Most people in the Northern Qi Dynasty were extremely superstitious about the Moko religion and believed that Zhuo Mufeng was afraid of the power of the Holy Son and therefore did not dare to fight. Their expressions became a bit contemptuous.
The little princess looked more and more obsessed as she looked at Ling Wuxie, who made her opponents afraid to challenge just by her momentum.
Zhuo Mufeng remained silent and did not express his position. Now both Wu Yuanyuan and Le Qian saw that something was wrong. Wu Yuanyuan hurriedly sent a message: "Bad guy, what's wrong with you?"
Leqian sent a message: "Mufeng, what happened?"
Yue Mingxi, who was in the distance, narrowed his eyes and laughed loudly: "Young Master Zhuo, you are the genius leader of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and you represent the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. If you are timid, you may hurt others."
Others couldn't understand the deeper meaning of these words, but Zhuo Mufeng knew it clearly. His heart twitched, he raised his head, and his eyes met Yue Mingxi's.
Seeing that the other party was full of ridicule and threats, Zhuo Mufeng was filled with anger and suddenly stood up, but the words he was about to say were stuck in his throat.
After all, he was very benevolent in some aspects and could not just stand by and hurt his friends because of his own selfishness. Especially Qin Keqing was implicated by him.
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Barong and Fang Xiaodie tried their best, almost draining the strength from their blood, and spent more than half an hour finally arriving at the outskirts of the hunting ceremony.
Looking at the guards and soldiers all over the mountain, the two of them did not dare to adjust their breaths. They immediately took out the disguise masks from their arms and put them on, then they both used their skills and rushed away.
With the help of the surrounding terrain and the fact that the combined Qinggong of the two was far superior to Zhuo Mufeng, it was almost like a gust of wind blowing into the venue. Several nearby guards looked around and found nothing unusual.
However, the security at the venue was too tight, and even Le Qian could not force their way in. The two of them sneaked for nearly a hundred meters, but were still discovered by a group of patrolling guards.
Balong made a prompt decision and sent a message: "Junior sister, I will lure them away, and you go find the young master." Without waiting for Fang Xiaodie to reply, he waved his palm to unleash a heavy dose of poison, and took the initiative to kill the guards, then retreated while fighting.
Under the cover of the poisonous power, Fang Xiaodie gritted her teeth. Seeing her senior brother retreating further and further away, she couldn't bear to let him take the risk in vain, and finally rushed in resolutely.
Since the surrounding guards were all lured away by Barong, Fang Xiaodie went smoothly for the next section of the journey, but soon, she encountered an iron barrel-like defense and had no way of breaking through.
The woman's mind was spinning very fast, and she suddenly yelled: "He Ping of Tianhaimen, come out, you thief!" The distorted voice sounded like thunder, and rumbled all the way to the main venue.
He Ping, who was about to watch the show, was suddenly startled, thinking he heard it wrong. But then the voice kept repeating, and he was insulted in various ways. He Ping's face turned red, and he smashed the wine glass with a bang.
The masters of Tianhai Sect were also greatly surprised. They secretly thought that they were the enemies of the young sect master, but they were too fierce. They came here to seek revenge.
But no one knew that Zhuo Mufeng's heart was shaking at this moment, because he heard that the owner of the voice was Fang Xiaodie. There must be a major reason for the other party to forcefully break into the hunting ceremony!
At this time, several captains of guards led a group of guards and had already rushed out in anger.
Fang Xiaodie's voice came again: "He Ping, dog thief, you kidnapped young Dong Zhou's wife! I didn't expect that some people may look well-dressed, but they are despicable and shameless thief, you are simply a shame to the South China Sea Wulin.
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These words were like a bolt from the blue, making He Ping turn pale. Even Yue Mingxi was shocked. Fortunately, everyone else looked at He Ping and did not notice this scene.
Yue Mingxi quietly moved and chased after the sound.
He Ping was so anxious that he shouted: "Where did you come from, how dare you frame me with this rat!"
Seeing that something was wrong, Fang Xiaodie ran away and shouted at the top of her voice: "You have the guts to do such an obscene thing, but you don't have the guts to admit it? Hahaha, I have a crush on Qin Keqing from Songya Yue Mansion, so I went directly to
People say that's all, but you imprison people to satisfy your perverted desires. He Ping is a dog thief, have all the female disciples of Tianhai Sect been persecuted by you?"
Hearing what the other party said became more and more unseemly. Not to mention the masters of various sects in the South China Sea, even the others around him looked at him strangely. He Ping almost vomited blood in anger and shouted: "How dare you frame me for this!" before his voice fell.
, people have rushed out.
Hearing that it was Qin Keqing, Le Qian and Wu Yuanyuan reacted more than others. Le Qian flew out, and Zhuo Mufeng's voice suddenly came to his ears: "Senior Le, you must protect the people who are causing trouble."
Leqian's heart was shaken, but nothing could be seen on the surface, and it disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Barong and Fang Xiaodie did not go deep into the venue. Their martial arts really gave the Northern Qi guards a headache. However, they were eventually surrounded and fell into danger.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, Le Qian secretly took action and created a good opportunity for the two of them to escape. The two of them worked together and fled in embarrassment without looking back, escaping from the main venue in a narrow way.
Soon after, Le Qian, Yue Mingxi, He Ping and several captains of guards returned one after another. When they learned that the troublemaker had escaped, the Emperor of Northern Qi slapped the case angrily and scolded him loudly for a while.
But the deal was already done, and he had no choice but to instruct the captains of the bodyguards to conduct a strict investigation and make sure to find out the identities of the two troublemakers and punish them severely.
Several captains of guards quickly took orders and retreated.
At this time, Zhuo Mufeng came out and came to the center of the venue. His whole temperament and demeanor had undergone a huge change. He looked at Ling Wuxie and said with a faint smile: "Holy Son of Moko, Zhuo Mufeng is willing to work with you."