"stop!"

"Stop!"

The previous sound was Cheng Xiaofeng shouting, but Mukler ignored it at all. His big hand like a palm fan pinched Yuan Tong's throat, which was severely damaged, and was about to exert force. At this critical moment, Yalan stopped the sound of drinking and came in time.

Mukler had pinched the iron claws of the neck muscles and then slowly let go, and threw Yuan Tong down, regardless of the blood in his nose, and stepped forward to pick up the wine glass in front of Cheng Xiaofeng - this was the drink that Cheng Xiaofeng gave Yuan Tong to defeat his opponent.

Mukler raised his neck, drank all the blood and wine together, and ate the wine glass a few times, then buzzed and said Tula, then turned around and returned behind Yalan.

Cheng Xiaofeng, Lu Yingming, Lu Bo and others didn't understand Tule people, but at this moment, they surprisingly felt the meaning of the fierce Tule people's words: "I've drunk this glass of wine."

Cheng Xiaofeng's face turned pale. Looking at Yuan Tong, who was helped by the guards and was unsure of life and death, he was angry but could not get angry and turned his eyes to Lu Yingming.

Lu Yingming understood what Cheng Xiaofeng meant. He was asking him, could there be a Xuanwu warrior in Yishui Martial Arts Building be able to fight?

Lu Yingming smiled bitterly. Yuan Tong is already a rare master in the realm of Xuanwu. Even if the deacon in the martial arts hall is not much higher than that, he cannot win even if he forced himself to play. Instead, it will help boost others' ambitions and destroy his own prestige.

Seeing Lu Yingming shook his head slightly, Cheng Xiaofeng's cheeks bulged and finally breathed a long breath, his face suddenly calmed down and said lightly: "A warriors are indeed from the grassland. Unfortunately, Cheng did not go out of the frontier at the sixth level, and he met the courage of the crocodile warriors. What a pity."

Yalan seemed to have not heard the murderous intention in Cheng Xiaofeng's words, and laughed: "It's okay, it's not too late now. The tiger father has no dog son. I believe that the young master will not disappoint his father and our warriors."

The banquet ended in a hurry with the ill-intentioned laughter of the Turgler.

Late at night, Cheng Xiaofeng came out of Yuan Tong's bed, his chest was depressed, and he was both happy and sad. What was happy was that Yuan Tong was still alive, but what was sad was that this loyal retainer suffered a severe brain injury and fell into a coma. He didn't know when he would wake up. Moreover, his eyes were damaged, and even if he recovered, he would probably have to be half-waste.

Cheng Xiaofeng sighed and walked into the inner courtyard with his hands behind his back. He suddenly stopped, pondered for a while, and ordered the attendant who followed him: "Call Feifeng over."

After a while, Cheng Feifeng came with a big stride that was not inferior to the man. Her long black and bright eyebrows were depressed, which was obviously because of Yuan Tong's affairs. Among the many guards of the family, Yuan usually accompanied her to go out, and her relationship was quite good. Seeing that he was so injured, he felt particularly uncomfortable.

"Father……"

Cheng Xiaofeng raised his hand and said, "Follow me."

The father and daughter, one after another, turned around and one after another, came to a secret room in the underground.

After retreating from his entourage, Cheng Xiaofeng signaled his daughter to enter with him.

The interior of the secret room is simple, with only a sandalwood shelf, with a few things placed on it.

Cheng Feifeng had entered this secret room a few years ago. Knowing what was placed there, she couldn't help but widen her eyes: "Father, are you?"

Cheng Xiaofeng picked up a jade box from the shelf and stuffed it to Cheng Feifeng: "You know what this is, take it."

Cheng Feifeng held it stupidly, and was about to speak, but he saw his father untied the spiritual weapon "Yuan Sheng Knife" that had been following him for decades, and put it in Cheng Feifeng's hand, and said solemnly: "You don't have to go back to Yanshan Hall. Go to Beijing immediately, find your brother, and hand them to him."

After a while of being stunned, his thoughts turned around, Cheng Feifeng finally understood, bit his red lips and focused his head: "I understand. Don't worry, my daughter will definitely hand over these two treasures to her brother intact."

...

The next day, the Tule Envoy Group set off to leave Yishui and headed to Shengjing. The next stop was Yunzhou.

Afterwards, a scene that happened in Cheng's Mansion and the subsequent itinerary of the Tull Envoys Group were transmitted to Shengjing in an urgent manner for 400 miles and placed on the desk of Yao Miao, the Wuyang Jun.

At the same time, several court officials stood in the palace in a stern manner to prepare the king for inquiries.

"The same level and level are actually severely damaged to this point." Wuyang Jun Yao Miao shook his head while looking, not knowing whether it was Tule too fierce or the retainer of the Cheng family who was not strong enough. However, the more you look back, the ugly the face becomes. What happened later gave the answer he wanted.

On the fifth day of the lunar month, when the Tule Envoys were staying at the post station in Anping County, he met the ninth place in Heshuo County and the first stage of the sixth stage. This newly promoted teacher from Xiuyan Wushuo Hall was unable to walk with his colleagues in the Tianjiao War Group of our county due to family affairs. After dealing with the family affairs, he was on the road alone and chasing the battle group of our county. As a result, he encountered the Tule Envoys.

The contestants who participated in the Tianjiao Battle were provided with food and accommodation along the way. This was a kind of advantage of the imperial court for Tianjiao Seeds, but at the wrong time and in the wrong place, it would be a tragedy.

While eating in the lobby, Tule people heard the postmasters and postmasters surrounded the table with various flatteries, and they understood the identity of the table without asking.

So this Mukler jumped out and claimed to challenge the so-called "genius seed".

In fact, the winner of the county is not a seed of genius, but the seed of genius must have been produced among this group of people. Therefore, the officials and soldiers at the post station flattered them with "genius seeds", which is equivalent to a scholar entering Beijing to take the exam, and saying that his high school top scorer is just auspicious.

However, no matter what auspicious words the Tule people are, one of the secret missions of the messenger group is to demonstrate the Tule people's bravery and to combat the morale of Wuyang Kingdom by defeating the players in the Battle of the Celestials, and to gain the initiative for the next negotiations or wars.

Lu Bo wanted to stop it, but he couldn't stop it at all; Wang Kang didn't want to fight, but was forced to fight.

This time, Mukler did not use the giant axe and probably did not want to die. After all, the challenge has not broken through the bottom line. If the human messenger group dies, there will be trouble.

At the high level, the ending was not surprising. In less than three rounds, Wang Kang was hit by a heavy punch and vomited blood and fell into a coma. He rushed back to the Wang House for treatment that night. Even if he saved his life, the next battle of genius would be ruined.

On the ninth day of the lunar month, the Tule Envoys arrived at Pingcheng, Yunzhou County, and intercepted the Yunzhou Tianjiao Battle Group that had just been about to set off for Shengjing.

This time, Mukler and another senior crocodile warrior, Ha Tutu, selected six county fighters in a row, and all of them were severely damaged, almost destroying the Yunzhou Tianjiao Team.

Seeing this, Wuyang Jun Yao Miao's eyes were filled with anger and he suddenly attacked the case: "Turl people! Is this bullying me, Wuyang Country, no one!"

The jade table framed by the black gold has appeared shallow palm prints, which shows that the king has been in real fire.

At this time, the Weiwei Nangong Wenbao came out to salute and said, "Your Majesty is angry and suddenly acts violently. It is angering, but after thinking about it carefully, it is not that I am the Wuyang Kingdom, but that the warrior system suppresses the warrior system too strongly at a low level..."

Needless to say, Yao Miao, the Wuyang Jun, who is also a high-level warrior, also understood.

The ultimate goal of warriors is to "break the barriers and step into cultivation", and they pursue a higher level. Warriors pursue maximization of lethality, at the same level, and rely on their blood and energy to transform into one person, and basically have no opponents.

However, this strength of the warrior system was obtained by sacrificing the upward path. They only cultivated qi and blood, but did not cultivate spiritual veins. If they were strong, they would be strong, but they would never be able to enter the gate of cultivation.

"The warrior system, blood and energy are transformed, stop at the tenth level, and there is no hope of spiritual enlightenment."

This is the consensus of the entire Tianjing Domain.

Of course, then again, the Tull warrior may not be stronger than the Dongtu warrior at the high level, but at the low and middle level, especially at the sixth, seventh and eighth level, it is a real and complete abuse of the warriors of the same level.

This face is not only lost, but may also continue to lose, which makes the Wuyang Jun Yao Miao, who has calmed down slightly, even more unhappy.

At this time, the Great Honglu Shang Yunfeng, who presided over the battle of the genius, came out and said: "Your Majesty, from the perspective of a minister, this is just a lucky person. He has not yet met a seed of a large-scale elite family who can challenge him more than he can."

After all, Yao Miao, the king of Wuyang, is the king of a country, and has his own way of controlling anger. He suddenly looked down upon hearing this, thought for a while, and asked, "Do we have such elite seeds?"

Shang Yunfeng, the Great Honglu, replied without hesitation: "I am a well-known Chinese in Wuyang, and I have more talents, of course!"

Wuyang Jun Yao Miao nodded: "Okay, go and arrange it. The attack on the prefectures and counties along the way is just a loss of face. If the fierce flames cannot be suppressed after the Tula people enter Beijing, then we will be defeated before the battle of this genius. Shang Qing, do you understand?" At the end of the day, Wuyang Jun Yao Miao's face became solemn.

Shang Yunfeng, the Great Honglu, said repeatedly: "I understand!"

Wuyang Jun Yao Miao's eyes turned to Xing Wushang, commander of the Mizi Camp: "Xing Qing, how do you touch the eight soldiers of the Tule Envoys Group?"

Xing Wushang bowed and said, "What is certain is that Mukler and Ha Tutu, who challenged, are both high-level crocodile warriors, which are equivalent to our sixth-level high-level Xuanshu. According to their daily behavior, these two should be the two with the lowest strength among the eight warriors."

But the two with the lowest strengths are the county war elites of Wuyang Kingdom like this?

Although the strength of the players of Heshuo County and Yunzhou County is relatively low, except for the first place in the sixth-level middle stage of the battle in Yunzhou County, the rest are in the first stage, which does not represent the true strength of the genius seed of Wuyang Kingdom, but being swept by two Tula warriors with the lowest strength makes Wuyang Jun Yao Miao feel uncomfortable. What's more, Yuan Tong, a retainer of Cheng's family, was injured in such a real level of sixth-level high stage. These two Tula crocodile warriors are not simple, and they are very likely the strongest selected by the Tula people from this realm, and should not be underestimated.

"What about the other six people, by the way, how strong is that Xiao Yehu?"

When asked about this, Xing Wushang's expression was a little strange. After hesitating for a moment, he said: "It's very strange. The other six people, including the Xiaoye Guard, are only at level seven..."

"What? Seventh level? How is this possible?"

In the hall, the ministers such as Wuyang Jun Yao Miao, Weiwei Nangong Wenbao, Dahonglu Shang Yunfeng and other ministers were extremely surprised. They only sent sixth and seventh-level soldiers to come. Will the Tule people be so arrogant? Why do they think there are no eighth-level talents in the battle of the Tianjiao Dynasty?

With years of experience in the secret camp, Xing Wushang always felt that something was wrong, but he really couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"Continue to investigate, you must find out the true strength of the Turl Messenger Group."
Chapter completed!