Emperor Shiming of the Town of Martial Arts / Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty

Pang Ban shook his head: "In this world, the unparalleled masters are the absolute pillars of a country. And the importance of the Great Living Buddha Pasiba to Mongolia, even King Ruyang is not comparable."

"It turns out that in the heart of the great Khan, I, Minmin Temur, are so humble," Zhao Min laughed at himself, "Magic Master, this county master knows."

Looking at Zhao Min, Pang Ban's tone was always indifferent: "That's why this seat persuades the county master to practice martial arts..."

"Okay, magician," Zhao Min's tone became much stiffer, "This county master is tired today and wants to rest as soon as possible. Since the relic has not been lost, the magician should go back to retreat and prepare for the duel in three days! Min! Min will not send it."

Pang Biao nodded and turned to leave without any hesitation.

Pang Ban, who was drifting away on the ruthless road, has given up many emotions. Although Zhao Min is the county owner, for him, he is no different from ordinary living beings.

When Pang Ban left, Zhao Min took a deep breath, his eyes dimmed a lot: "So..."

At this moment, a red fruit fell from Zhao Min's belt and landed on her bed, shining with magnificent brilliance.

Zhao Min stared at the fruit, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Could this be... Blood Bodhi!"

"Could it be him?" Zhao Min picked up the fruit with a trace of resentment in his eyes. With Zhao Min's wisdom, he almost understood the calculation of "that masked man" at this time, "Hmph, bastard, although I don't know yours. Identity, but I guess, now this should be your opinion!"

"From now on, I will no longer advise Mongolia," Zhao Min squeezed Xue Bodhi tightly, "However, I will try my best to practice martial arts. One day, I will find you bastard and humiliate me today. Doubling it back!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Min felt another numbness on her buttocks, and a blush rose on her face.

The words were divided into two parts. At the same time, on Zhu Houzhao's side, Tai Chi also evolved to the last moment.

At this time, Yu Yue's crimson fire Lin Qi had undergone great changes, and there was no trace of tyrannical Qi, but full of endless peaceful meaning.

At this time, the Tai Chi cycle finally stopped.

Chapter [-]: Robbing the People's Women (fourth more)

Yu Yue's body fell out of the Tai Chi hood, his body staggered and fell to the ground, the fiery breath on his left arm gradually subsided and turned into the unicorn pattern printed on his arm.

This unicorn pattern is the condensation of the blood of the unicorn, and it also means that Yu Yue has not completely refined the blood of the unicorn.If the Qilin bloodline is completely refined like Zhu Houzhao, then the Qilin blood essence will flow all over the body, restrained in the heart, and will not form the Qilin pattern at all.

"Father, how are you?" Yu Chuchu quickly helped Yu Yue.

Yu Yue looked at Yu Chuchu and waved his hand: "Dad is fine. This time, thanks to the benefactor, Chu Chu, thank the benefactor for me. We really can't repay the kindness of the benefactor to our family this time."

"Could it be..." Yu Chuchu looked at Yu Yue thoughtfully, with excitement in his eyes.

Yu Yue nodded in relief, and Yu Chuchu turned around quickly, bowing his head to bow to Zhu Houzhao.

"You're welcome, Miss Chu Chu," Zhu Houzhao shook his head calmly, then turned his eyes to the Second Sword Emperor and the Second Dream, "Second Sword Emperor, what else do you want to say?"

The Second Sword Emperor snorted coldly: "I am willing to admit defeat, I want to kill or cut, I will listen and respect, if I kneel down and beg for mercy, I will not be a hero!"

"A good man?" Zhu Houzhao sneered, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place.

boom!

In the next second, the second sword emperor in the arms of the second dream flew out ten feet away, and a footprint on his chest was particularly obvious.

Zhu Houzhao looked down at the Second Sword Emperor: "Just because you are worthy of calling yourself a hero?"

"Do you want to compare with the first evil emperor?" Zhu Houzhao looked down on the second sword emperor, and did not hide his contempt in his words, "After the evil emperor realized the magic sword, because he couldn't control the power in it, he would rather cut his arms by himself. , and do not want to sink for the sake of strength. And you, after going crazy and killing your own wife, did not repent at all, but intensified and forced your daughter to go down this road."

"About me, you..."

Before the Second Sword Emperor could finish speaking, Zhu Houzhao's figure had disappeared again. Although Second Dream wanted to stop him, it was too late.

boom!

This foot was heavier than the previous one, and the second sword emperor suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person's breath was sluggish, obviously he was seriously injured.

"Don't show your wild and unruly in front of me," Zhu Houzhao stared at the second sword emperor, "weak, must have the consciousness of the weak, do you think ruthless swordsmanship is the strongest swordsmanship? It's a pity, In front of this young master, your swordsmanship is really no different from a three-year-old child Q?"

The second knife emperor vomited a mouthful of blood, but he was unable to refute any more, because in front of Zhu Houzhao, he was indeed very weak and had no ability to resist at all.

"I beg your son to spare my father's life," Ermeng knelt down to Zhu Houzhao, but she couldn't kneel down. Zhu Houzhao's mighty innate qi formed an extremely powerful repulsion, and Ermeng was not allowed to kneel.

Looking at the second dream, Zhu Houzhao's eyes were full of pity: "He has brought you endless pain, yet you protect him like this!"

The second dream of pear blossoms with rain, shook his head: "He is always my father."

"Did you hear that?" Zhu Houzhao looked at the Second Sword Emperor with indifference, "Wangqing Qijue can't make people forget their feelings at all. It's your heartless bastard who is ruthless, not the martial arts itself."

"You! Scholars can't be humiliated," said the Second Sword Emperor with a pale face, "Old...I have nothing to do with my daughter, you have no right to care!"

Zhu Houzhao looked at the Second Sword Emperor, then at the Second Dream, and shook his head: "Not anymore."

"Second Dream, do you really want this son to let your father go?" Zhu Houzhao's mouth twitched slightly, looking at Second Dream.

The second dream nodded quickly: "Please be kind to your son."

"What price can you pay?" Zhu Houzhao asked indifferently.

The second dream gritted his teeth: "Any price, Meng is willing to pay."

Zhu Houzhao nodded and looked at the Second Sword Emperor: "Very good, then, Second Sword Emperor, from now on, the Second Dream will no longer have anything to do with you."

"She belongs to me now," Zhu Houzhao's tone was full of domineering and unquestionable.

Second Dream's face changed greatly: "Young Master..."

Zhu Houzhao said calmly: "You said that you are willing to pay any price. My price is that you cut off relations with the Second Sword Emperor, otherwise, I will cut off the Second Sword Emperor in the next move."

"Break or keep, it's all up to you," Zhu Houzhao was calm and indifferent, "You have three breaths to consider."