Yuan Ziyan chuckled, shook her head and said, "It's vulnerable, I don't know how to live or die!"

The city guard officer "Wow" spit out a mouthful of blood.

"General!" The other six city guards rushed forward to help him.

The city guard officer pushed everyone's hands hard, wiped the corners of his mouth, and glared at Yuan Ziyan hatefully.

Yuan Ziyan smiled and said, "Why, do you want to do it?"

The city guard looked at the sarcasm of her beautiful face. He was always gloomy and could no longer help but be angry. He took out an iron tube from his arms and pulled it into the sky.

"Cry--!" A scream rose into the sky.

"Bang!" The sky exploded.

Yuan Ziyan could completely stop him, but she let him send a signal without caring, and looked at him with a smile.

Her smile was as bright as a flower, and her eyes were still filled with obsession even though several city guards were alert and suppressed by their momentum.

Yuan Ziyan was used to this kind of gaze and did not think it was strange. She just looked at the sky with interest, and then looked at the dozen martial arts masters who were shooting over.

The eighteen masters of the Great Light Realm are considered masters, although they are vulnerable to her.

She shook her head and looked disappointed.

Two great masters came in the air and landed next to the city guards, looking at Yuan Ziyan.

Yuan Ziyan also looked at them.

He is about sixty years old, and he is as tall as a bear, with a square face and a round face. He is both solemn and powerful, and he is powerful without anger.

The old man with square face said in a deep voice: "Miss, you are..."

Yuan Ziyan slapped the city guards with red lips: "Let him say, I'm too lazy to talk!"

The city guards saw the two old men coming over and said hurriedly: "Old Fang, she claims to be the leader of the Qinglian Holy Sect of Xiyang Island."

"Qinglian Holy Sect?" The old man with square face frowned and looked at the old man with round face.

"When did the Qinglian Holy Sect become the first sect on Xiyang Island?" The old man with round face said lightly: "As far as I know, the first sect is Shenlin Peak, right?"

"Now it's the Qinglian Holy Sect." Yuan Ziyan chuckled: "You are not blind, you should have seen that this is the disciple of the Holy Sect's Holy Sect, and the leader personally passes it on and governs it!"

She pointed her jade hand back.

More than a hundred disciples of the Holy Temple looked at them indifferently.

The two old men nodded slowly.

It is indeed no exaggeration to call more than one hundred great masters the first sect. Even in Dasu, it can be called the first sect!

All of these more than a hundred great masters are not inferior to him. The original Dasu was not afraid of these great masters, but the current Dasu could not stop them.

What are they going to do?

Is the letter delivered fake? Could it be that I have to attack Mingdu, Dasu, and eliminate Dasu's court?

Thinking of this, he was anxious.

If you quickly find a way to crack it, you must never fight it, otherwise it will be bad and the consequences will be unimaginable.

Yuan Ziyan frowned and said impatiently: "The leader has a letter to Emperor Dasu. Can you make the decision? It's so long-winded!"

"... Everyone, please follow me and let us report to the emperor, and the Ministry of Rites must be the leader of the specific arrangements."

"Okay, okay." Yuan Ziyan waved her jade hand impatiently.

The two old men took them into Mingdu.

The disciples of the Holy Temple looked around and looked at it with relish and were full of interest.

The buildings on the street, the stone slabs under their feet, the things sold in shops, the clothes people wear, and the expressions on their faces all make them curious.

Seeing them like this, the two old men looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that they have no murderous aura and don’t want to do it, so try not to do it.

——

Mingxin Palace

As the main hall where Emperor Dasu usually handles state affairs, Mingxin Hall is heavily guarded, with three layers inside and three layers outside.

There are dozens of palace maids and eunuchs, each performing their own duties, which seem to be chaotic but are busy and orderly.

Emperor Dasu Lu Yuanhua was reviewing the memorial when suddenly a small eunuch came to the hall lightly, poked his head and then retracted.

The middle-aged eunuch who was serving under the Danban left silently and came outside the hall, and came back a moment later.

"What's the matter?" Lu Yuanhua put down the memorial and looked up.

He has a long face, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and looks a little weak, but his eyes are fierce and powerful without anger.

"Your Majesty, there are guests from afar."

"who?"

"The leader of the Qinglian Holy Sect of Xiyang Island sent a letter." The middle-aged eunuch took out a letter from his sleeve and presented it with both hands.

"Xiyang Island... Qinglian Holy Sect..." Lu Yuanhua frowned.

The middle-aged eunuch's honest and honest face showed a solemn face: "Your Majesty, Xiyang Island is the extreme west, and the disciples of the Qinglian Holy Sect can be resurrected and immortal."

"Well, I seem to have heard of it."

"I heard that the one who came to deliver the letter was the sacred temple of the relatives of the Qinglian Holy Sect Master, and more than one hundred great masters."

"More than a hundred great masters?" Lu Yuanhua's face darkened: "All of them have been sent?"

"yes."

"What does this mean?" Lu Yuanhua sneered: "Isn't I worried that the journey is long, so I sent so many great master guards?"

"Your Majesty," said the middle-aged eunuch: "It may be because of hearing that we, Dasu, are so powerful."

"Well, it's reasonable." Lu Yuanhua's face slowed down.

He tore open the letter and glanced quickly, but his face suddenly became gloomy and he slapped the dragon's desk suddenly.

"Bang!" A stack of memorials on the dragon's desk flew in various ways.

The middle-aged eunuch looked calm and looked at Lu Yuanhua.

Lu Yuanhua threw away the letter.

The middle-aged eunuch took it and looked at it, his face became solemn: "Your Majesty, I didn't expect Xiao Jingshan to surrender to him!"

"What a Netherworld Sword Sect!" Lu Yuanhua sneered.

He stood up and walked with his hands behind his back, his eyes as fierce as flames.

"Your Majesty calms down, the dragon body is important, but a mere swordsman is not worth hurting the dragon body." The middle-aged eunuch put the letter back on the dragon's desk and persuaded softly.

"Xiao Jingshan! Your will definitely kill him!" Lu Yuanhua stopped walking and slowly spoke out this sentence.

"Yes." said the middle-aged eunuch: "Xiao Jingshan violated the oath of the Nether Sword Sect forever. He is a traitor to the Nether Sword Sect. The oath of the Nether Sword Sect is extremely accurate. He will be killed by heavenly thunder!"

"I want to send someone to kill him personally!" Lu Yuanhua said in a deep voice.

The middle-aged eunuch nodded slightly: "Yes."

Lu Yuanhua fell silent.

He kicked hard.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!" Long Chou flew out and knocked down several Grand Master chairs.

The snacks and tea cups on the dragon table flew out together, making the ground of the hall, which was clean enough to be reflected in bronze mirrors, into a mess.

The middle-aged eunuch's expression remained unchanged and calm and composed.

Lu Yuanhua's face returned to normal and said lightly: "Work in the pen and ink, I want to write a reply."

"Yes." The middle-aged eunuch waved.

A few young eunuchs and palace maids came in quickly and they cleaned up their hands and feet. The middle-aged eunuch personally grind the ink in front of a Zhangxuan case.

"Your Majesty." The middle-aged eunuch put down the mokan and held the red pen with both hands.

Lu Yuanhua took the pen and dipped it ink, and stopped writing a few words. After thinking about it, he wrote it again, and stopped after a few words.

After writing a letter for half an hour, he threw the pen, regardless of the ink splashing around, and said hatefully: "Send it back."

"Yes." The middle-aged eunuch raised these two pages of plain paper, blew gently, sealed it, and bowed out.

When he returned to Mingxin Palace, he saw Emperor Lu Yuanhua still sitting in the dragon throne motionless, his eyes dazed.

"Sent here?"

"yes."

"Are they leaving?"

"yes."

"Hey, I, Dasu, are today!" Lu Yuanhua sneered: "I am a coward!"

The middle-aged eunuch bowed his head: "Your Majesty, the late emperor pretended to be crazy for three years in order to unify the world and paralyze the rest of the country."

ps: Updated.
Chapter completed!