The emperor's arrival caused a sensation.
Everyone looked at him, wondering what the purpose of his coming was.
Was he here to enjoy the martial arts contest or to prevent it?
The smile on Zhao Yufan's face was thick.
At this time, the emperor's eyes seemed to meet his, and the emperor also laughed.
The faces of the strong men from the six major sects were extremely ugly, as if they had eaten a cold and sour steamed bun and it was stuck in the middle of their throats, making it difficult to swallow.
As a result, their faces turned red, and they looked like they were about to die.
Long Chu slowly came to the middle position among the strong men, and several strong men gave up their positions.
Long Chu was like a mountain peak, standing among the strong men, dominating everything and obeying all things.
"Everyone is here" Emperor Tang Yang asked lightly, his tone was very relaxed, as if he was deliberately trying to relieve the oppressive atmosphere.
Mu Tianzuo looked at the Emperor with a dead smile, his eyebrows trembling slightly, and asked tentatively: "Emperor, are you here?"
Emperor Tang Yang put his hands on the armrests of the Dragon Boat Festival and did not look at Mu Tianzuo.
"I heard that a peerless genius came out of the empire.
Let me come and take a look."
After speaking, he raised his head slightly and looked at King Yun who was more than ten meters away. , smiled and said: "Senior Yun, you are in good health."
"Thank you for your concern, Emperor.
I'm in good health."
King Yun replied calmly, his tone even calmer than that of the Emperor, as if two common people were chatting about home affairs, lightly and casually.
"Go on."
Emperor Tang Yang waved his hand and said with a hint of meaning: "Don't cause trouble.
You are all the elites of the empire and you cannot afford to lose."
Wan Chuan looked a little nervous.
If he tried to kill Zhao Yufan, would the emperor stop him?
If he did, he would be doomed.
He looked at the head of the six sects with hesitant eyes.
He didn't know what to do.
After the strong men of the six major sects exchanged glances for a while, the master of Xingju Pavilion nodded silently, signaling Wan Chuan to act according to the plan.
Suddenly, the atmosphere became tense.
Wan Chuan's sword was held tightly, and his eyes were filled with cold light, just like the sword in his hand, filled with infinite killing intent.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the dark clouds were like ferocious beasts, seeming to devour the world.
At this time, the wind was howling, and Zhao Yufan stood facing the wind, holding an iron sword, and the sword exuded a faint cold light.
This was the only time he took out his sword in the thirty-sixth competition today.
The moment he took out his sword, everyone was 200% alert, their eyes eager to stick to him and watch his fight.
In everyone's mind, this battle is destined to be lost.
They just want to see Zhao Yufan use his sword.
Just like how King Yun once commented on Zhao Yufan's sword, his sword is the king of swords.
The sword of the king is invincible.
This is a battle without any suspense.
When Wu Jun fights against Wu King, he will definitely lose.
However, everyone only focused on Zhao Yufan's sword.
In their eyes, winning or losing had no meaning.
Mu Tianyou looked a little anxious.
Wan Chuan only needed one sword to kill Zhao Yufan.
Even if the emperor took action, he could stop him.
Now he could only wait for Wan Chuan to take action.
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No one doubted that Wan Chuan would lose, because there had never been an example in history of King Wu losing to King Wu.
The emperor leaned on the dragon and stared at Zhao Yufan intently.
Suddenly, he reached out and picked up a chestnut in the fruit plate in front of him.
This chestnut was the only chestnut in the fruit plate.
He held it in his hand, but he did not eat it.
But play with it.
Many strong men knew that the chestnuts in the emperor's hands were not for eating, but for saving people.
As for who to save, it was of course Zhao Yufan.
With the emperor's strength, a chestnut is enough to save Zhao Yufan.
However, if a chestnut cannot save Zhao Yufan, then even if the emperor uses all his strength, he cannot save him, because if these strong men dare to stop the emperor's chestnuts, then they dare to stop the emperor. myself.
Perhaps, a chestnut is enough to judge Zhao Yufan's life or death, and this is the gap between the strong and the weak.
Zhao Yufan doesn't need this chestnut, but everyone except him thinks that Zhao Yufan will definitely lose, so he needs this chestnut.
As soon as the aura of Zhao Yufan and Wan Chuan dissipated, a terrifying aura spread around them.
At this moment, under the dark clouds in the sky, a black dot suddenly floated up.
The black dot slowly spread and formed a figure.
Then, the figure quickly landed in front of Qinglan Sect Mu Tianyou.
As soon as this man fell to the ground, purple-manged cavalry suddenly rushed over from all around him, and the shining spears made the hair stand on end.
Emperor Tang Yang looked at the person who came, and immediately waved his hand and shouted: "Disperse."
The purple-manged cavalry obeyed the order and immediately dispersed.
At this time, Emperor Tang Yang stopped what he was doing and looked at the person who came suddenly, "Senior Cimei, you are here too."
The person who came was none other than Elder Cimei of Qinglan Sect.
The young man may not know his name, but the powerful people here have all heard the nickname Qinglan Cimei.
What Qinglan Cimei refers to is Elder Cimei.
Now The nine mountains and eighteen villages in the country will follow his lead.
The Nine Mountains and Eighteen Villages are twenty-seven forces.
They were once bandits.
After receiving the help of Elder Cimei, they gradually became a legitimate organization, but they still hide in the mountains all year round.
"Elder Cimei, why are you here?"
Mu Tianzuo stood up quickly, his expression on his face was like a stone, his mouth was wide open, he wanted to smile but couldn't.
Elder Cimei glanced at Zhao Yufan and hummed: "From now on, Zhao Yufan is an elite disciple.
You have no right to interfere in all his affairs from now on."
When Mu Tianzuo heard this, his face became even more ugly.
In front of so many people, Elder Cimei didn't give him any face, which made him furious, "Elder, I am the sect leader."
Hearing the word sect master, Elder Cimei frowned slightly, glanced at him indifferently, sat down in his previous position, and waved, "Go on."
Wan Chuan helplessly looked at the head of the six major sects.
Now for Zhao Yufan, the emperor and a reclusive old monster had appeared.
He no longer knew what to do.
The people from the six major sects finally decided to let Wan Chuan take action.
Things have still reached this point and Zhao Yufan must be eliminated.
Although the emperor is here, it is impossible for the emperor to fall out with the six major sects, and it is impossible for the elder Cimei of Qinglan Sect to cover up the sky with one hand.
Since Mu Tianzuo can become the sect leader, he naturally has a backer behind him.
Zhao Yufan looked at Wan Chuan intently, the iron sword in his hand feeling cool.
At this moment, he suddenly heard Elder Cimei say: "As long as I am here, you can refuse to compete.
You are no match for King Wu."
Slightly startled, Zhao Yufan looked around and saw that none of the onlookers seemed to have heard what Elder Cimei said.
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He couldn't help but look at the powerful people present with doubts.
They seemed to have heard what Elder Cimei said, and their faces showed strange expressions.
"I'm using the sound transmission technique.
No one else can hear except for them, the heads of the sect."
Elder Cimei's voice sounded again.
Zhao Yufan suddenly realized that the sound transmission technique is a martial art that can isolate other people's hearing.
However, the sound transmission technique can isolate ordinary warriors, even the powerful martial kings, but it cannot isolate the heads of various sects
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