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Chapter 30
Defeating the palace with one palm!

Kill Yan Xiaoyi with two arrows!
This terrifying scene caused the surrounding guards to show hesitation, and did not dare to move forward for a while.

Zhao Jie ignored them, but stepped forward step by step, and watched Fan Xian enter the hall. It must have been a scene where Fan Xian was arguing among the Confucian scholars in the hall, and the second prince, the prince, and the eldest princess gathered together to fight each other. It is wonderful.

pity……

he can't see...

Zhao Jie folded his hands on his chest, and stood in front of the main hall, letting the guards surround him layer by layer. He was waiting for someone!

Everything he planned was for this person!
Hearing the sound of fluttering sleeves, a person fell from the sky and landed directly in front of Zhao Jie. His whole body was filled with true energy, but the person didn't move, but the crowd felt that there was a heavy mountain on their shoulders, and they were heavily pressed on their shoulders. Not angry.

The great master hidden in the palace.

Hong four itches!
The corners of Zhao Jie's mouth rose slightly. The reason why he encouraged Fan Xian to make a big fuss in the imperial city today was just to lure this big fish.

In this world, there are only three people with domineering true energy, Emperor Qing, Fan Xian and himself.

But there are four people who temporarily possess domineering zhenqi, and the one who comes out is the great eunuch in front of him, the confidant of Emperor Qing, a master of the ninth rank, Hong Siitch.

Everyone in the world, including other great masters, thinks that Hong Sitching is the real great master, but he is not, the real great master is Emperor Qing!

"Little guy, he has cultivated so much at such a young age, he is simply a monster in the world."

There was admiration in Hong Sitch's eyes, "Let's end today's business. The hall ahead is not a place you can go. The emperor already knew about Mr. Fan's assassination, and he was very angry. The emperor will preside over Mr. Fan justice!"

As a person close to the emperor, his words naturally carried the meaning of Emperor Qing. Some things can be done behind the scenes, but once they are made public, it would be extremely embarrassing. How can such a person be an emperor?

Zhao Jie didn't say a word either. He sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed as if he was recuperating.

Approval flashed across Hong Sitch's eyes, and he waved his hand directly. The guards around him dispersed layer by layer, and he also stood aside, looking at the main hall.

There, a wonderful debate contest was going on, and the whole hall was bustling with noise from the officials.

From time to time, there were still people rushing in from outside the palace, none other than the prince and the eldest princess.

The noise in the palace grew louder...

Hong Siyou didn't bother to pay attention, he knew very well that the so-called prince, second prince and eldest princess were just clowns, and the real powerful one was Emperor Qing, a great master, one person can rule a country and live a long life.

The so-called prince...

Humph……

His eyes swept over Zhao Jie who was sitting cross-legged on the ground. He never expected that there would be such a monstrosity in the world who could kill a ninth-rank master like a butcher dog. He could be said to be the real No.1 under the great master!
If Fan Xian had his help, others would never even think about being emperor.

This is the deterrent power of the great master!
This is the blessing of my country~
There are three great masters in a row~

God bless me Daqing!
At this time, Zhao Jie didn't think so much, because he was doing a very crucial thing.

"Simulate Hong Siitch's life!"

【Hong Shiitch's life simulation...】

The purple light flowed out, the world stagnated, and the sky turned gray and dark.

Zhao Jie was sitting on the ground, Hong Sitch was standing there quietly, when the breeze blew by, a silver light rushed over, and the sharp light flickered, Hong Sitch was so startled that he flew back.

He looked at Zhao Jie in disbelief at this moment, why did he suddenly get violent?

Where did the sword in his hand come from?

虚空变物？

One question after another flashed in Hong Sitch's mind. His figure was erratic, his palms turned into claws, and he descended from the heights like a goshawk pounced. His true energy wrapped around his fingers, whistling with the sound of the wind, towards Zhao Jie. The shoulder hit.

He worked very hard to keep [-]%, but Emperor Qing told him that adults like them should not get involved in the fights between little dolls.

It's interesting to say this~
A fight between the little dolls, who is the little doll?
Of course it was Fan Xian, the second prince, and the crown prince!
Who is qualified to be called a little doll by the emperor?

Hong Sitch was in the deep palace, so it goes without saying that he knew the secrets. He whizzed away with his claws, but caught a glimpse of a white light in Zhao Jie's eyes.

what is that?
it hurts!

Hong Sitch felt a long mark on his neck, and a smear of blood sprayed on the ground. He subconsciously pumped up his true energy, and he took a few steps back.

The powerful zhenqi maintained his life. He touched his neck with his hand, and the blood instantly covered his palm. Hong Siyou looked at Zhao Jie in disbelief.

I saw that the long sword in Zhao Jie's hand was dripping blood, drop by drop on the ground, it was obvious that he was the one who caused the wound on his neck.

How did he do that……

Hong Sitch was terrified in his heart, the true energy in his body swam away, his clothes were blown up, the wound on his neck was enveloped by the genuine energy, and the blood was suppressed, this time he didn't hold back any more, and threw himself at Zhao Jie viciously .

Zhao Jie didn't appear to be in a hurry, his figure kept erratic, and he seemed to have missed every kill by Hong Sitch, every punch and every kick hit the empty space, which made Hong Sitch want to vomit blood in depression .

"flutter!"

After all, he couldn't bear it, a mouthful of blood spewed out, followed by a heavy slap on the chest, and even more domineering true energy swept over, Hong Siitch took a few steps back, facing the confusion and confusion on his face. Unwillingly fell to the ground slowly.

Hong Siitch, die!
[This simulation is successful, congratulations on obtaining Hong Sitching's domineering true energy ([-]%). 】

"Huh?"

Hong Siyou, who was waiting there, opened his eyes in an instant. He keenly noticed Zhao Jie who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his breath was rolling, but he concealed it very well, and it was fleeting.

Isn't he the ninth rank?
How could it still be changing?

Hong Sitching was a little suspicious, but practicing the secret technique was a secret of others, and the relationship between the two parties was not very close, so he closed his mouth wisely and continued to stand there.

But soon, he felt Zhao Jie's breath rolling again.

rolling again...

rolling again...

rolling again...

The sun in the sky is constantly moving, Hong Sitching is already expressionless, he is too lazy to pay attention to Zhao Jie, just roll, can he still become a great master?

He suddenly looked startled, raised his head, his figure disappeared instantly, and flew towards the distance. A figure dressed in black rose from the outside, and the two met immediately, their hands and palms interlaced quickly, and there was a sound of collision. constantly.

But soon Hong Siti stepped back, his arms were trembling, he looked at the figure in black in surprise, "Who is your Excellency? You are a majestic master, why do you want to trespass in the palace?"

Yes, Grand Master!

It wasn't Ye Liuyun, it wasn't Sigu Jian, and it wasn't Ku He. He was dressed in black and his eyes were covered with a black satin, but even so, Hong Sitching still couldn't beat him.

The only one who can compete with him is the real grand master!

The man in black looked calm, "Get out of the way, I'm just taking the young lady's son back, don't stop me."

"The imperial palace is not something you can come and leave whenever you want."

"Then add me!"

Zhao Jie's figure quietly appeared behind Hong Sitch, causing Hong Sitch's complexion to change drastically, and he didn't even hear a sound.

how is this possible……

"Uncle Wu Zhu, I am Fan Xian's friend, we are our own people, and Fan Xian is in the hall!"

Zhao Jie looked at Wuzhu with fiery eyes, and his heart was full of anticipation. Compared with the joy of becoming a great master, Wuzhu's appearance was the real surprise.

Wuzhu means the temple, and the temple means the administrator of the chat group.

I don't know what will fall from Wuzhu's body, but this is a legendary existence that can rival the great master just by physical fitness.

Strong physical fitness?
Or laser dots that emit laser light?
If he can fly, maybe he can pretend to be Superman, no, he should be from the motherland!
(End of this chapter)