Starting from crossing the Fengshen

Chapter 150
Not only Hong Xuanji, but Concubine Yuan was also confused.

Shocked even.

Because Huangji Sword Intent is not something that ordinary people can comprehend. Only those who have been emperors or ambitious heroes who aim at the world can achieve it.

When did Bai Ziyue meet such people?

Although confused, seeing Bai Ziyue leaving safely, Concubine Yuan also quietly retreated.

Not long after Concubine Yuan retreated, Hong Xuanji turned to look at the place where she left, and said softly and coldly: "Monster! If you dare to cause trouble in the harem, I will kill you."

.........

"Yin Qi, it's you!"

Bai Ziyue was shocked and felt that his brain was not enough.

He remembered that years ago, when Yin Qicai was at his peak, no matter how talented he was, he could only be a master of training.

But now, he is already a Martial Saint.

And he is not an ordinary martial saint, but a martial saint who has understood the meaning of the Huangji Sword, and can actually face Hong Xuanji head-on.

Previously, he was still wondering which emperor was coming.

Yin Qidao: "Brother Bai, let's leave the capital first."

Bai Ziyue nodded, and the two of them ran towards the northwest wind and left the city before the Royal Forest Army blocked the capital.

I wanted to go straight to Xishan, but I stopped ten miles west of the city.

Because someone blocked their way.

The person blocking the road had his back to them. He was wearing a brocade robe and a golden crown, standing with his hands behind his back, and his back was broad and majestic.

Just standing there, it seemed like the center of heaven and earth.

"Who?"

Bai Ziyue said coldly, with a cold glint in his eyes.

After being beaten by Hong Xuanji and running away in embarrassment, he was full of anger and had no place to vent his anger.

Don't look at the fact that he is usually charming and outstanding.

But he is still a demon in nature, and his wild nature is rooted in his soul.

"Yang An!"

The champion announced his name with a mellow and magnetic voice.

He turned around and smiled what he thought was a very charming smile.

But when he saw Yin Qi, his smile became a little stiff.

In his mind, the person accompanying Bai Ziyue should be Concubine Yuan, and he looked depressed for a long time.

But who knew it was actually a person dressed as a eunuch.

And also wearing a face covering.

However, his smile only stiffened for a moment and soon returned to normal.

"Champion Hou!"

Bai Ziyue's eyes narrowed and he said with great interest: "You are not guarding Qingxiakou, but you are returning to the capital privately. If Emperor Qian knows about it, I'm afraid you will be left with nothing to eat."

"This is the champion, he is indeed a replica of Long Aotian"

Yin Qi looked at the champion with great interest.

In the original work, if he hadn't met Hong Yi, he would have been a perfect template for the protagonist.

Shaped by the hands of the Immortal God-King, the soul traveled from the central world where civilization was highly developed. When I was playing in the yard when I was a child, the Panhuang Sword came to recognize its master. Wherever I went, I encountered adventures.

Cultivation, power, beauty, fame, etc. are all at his fingertips, especially when it comes to women. As long as they are good-looking, he wants them, and the main one is a vegetarian.

The champion smiled gently and said, "Will you tell Emperor Qian?"

Bai Ziyue shook his head and said, "I don't have the time. Champion, please tell me your purpose."

The champion did not answer hastily, but looked at Yin Qi, raised his hands and asked: "I wonder what I call this dear friend?"

Yin Qi said in a hoarse voice: "You don't need to know who I am."

The champion was not angry, and said in a common manner: "My dear brother, I seem to have some prejudice against me. I don't even want to reveal my name. Brother Bai, this dear friend, I am waiting for you here because I hope you can serve me." "

Bai Ziyue's face was full of astonishment: "Champion, are you sure you haven't woken up? In terms of cultivation, you are just a Martial Saint, I am a ghost immortal, and I am also a Martial Saint in my physical body. You may not be able to defeat me; in terms of title, you are just a champion. Hou, and I am Xiaoyao Gong."

The champion smiled cordially, stood with his hands behind his back and said: "Although I am only the champion, I have commanded hundreds of thousands of elite troops, and my Tianji Trading Company's industry is spread all over the world, but you only have the title of duke for nothing. In terms of cultivation, I Although he is only a high-level martial saint, it is only a matter of time before he becomes an immortal.

But how sure are you that you can survive the thunderstorm?

How many thunder tribulations can you survive?

Of course, these are not the only things I have.

To tell you the truth, I have long been recognized as the master of Panhuang Sword. I am the destined Holy Emperor and the successor of Panhuang.

If you are loyal to me, and I will rule the world in the future, why not give you the title of king?
As for your cultivation, it will not be difficult for me to help you become the Creator. "

Having said this, he turned to look at Yin Qi and said sincerely: "My dear friend, the conditions I gave to Brother Bai are also suitable for you. As long as you are loyal to me, I will be able to give you what you want in the future. everything."

"Panhuang Sword!"

Bai Ziyue's pupils were condensed, and even his voice was trembling.

Panhuang, the most holy emperor in ancient times.

In the vast world, Panhuang has the supreme reputation, just like the Yellow Emperor on earth.

The Panhuang Sword has a spirit. Since it recognizes Champion Hou, doesn't it mean that Champion Hou is Panhuang's heir and his destiny?
Looking at the magnanimity of the champion, he does have the appearance of an emperor.

Seeing the change in Bai Ziyue's expression, the Champion raised his head slightly with a smile on his lips.

Panhuang Sword, this is an absolute killer weapon.

He conquered the Condor King, Xiao Anran, etc. with the Panhuang Sword.

Otherwise, how could he have such a strong personality and charm that he could make the Condor King and the others swear their loyalty to death.

"laugh……"

A sneer brought Bai Ziyue back to his senses.

It also made Champion Hou's face darken.

The champion's eyes were as bright as fire, and he exuded a majesty that was difficult for anyone to look directly at. He said in a deep voice: "Why are you laughing?"

Yin Qi chuckled and said: "I laughed at you for using chicken feathers as command arrows, pretending to be a big-tailed wolf here. You just got the Panhuang Sword, and you think you are destined to do it, but you don't know how pathetic you are.

What's more, don't say you just got the Panhuang Sword.

Even if Emperor Pan comes back from the dead and stands in front of me, he is still not qualified to be loyal to me.

Heaven and earth, I am the only one.

There is no one in this world who can make me loyal, and there is no one in all the worlds.

No matter who you are, the champion, you are worthy of speaking such big words in front of me. "

Bai Ziyue was secretly speechless.

Brother Yin, he really has a big tone.

Just thinking about Huang Ji's sword intention made him a little thoughtful.

If he hadn't had such a big heart, encompassing the whole world, he probably wouldn't have been able to comprehend the meaning of the Huangji Sword.

The champion's face was ashen, and a ferocious look flashed in his eyes.

He was so angry that he could no longer maintain his superficial demeanor as a courteous corporal.

Ever since he was a child, he had never been so insulted by anyone.

The champion stared at Yin Qi with cold eyes, and with blood all over his body, he said in a deep voice: "I don't care who you are, I will give you a chance now. Kneel down, kowtow, admit your mistake, and recognize me as your lord. What can you do now?" Didn’t hear it either.”

Yin Qi said calmly: "Otherwise, so what?"

"Since you are courting death, then I will fulfill you!"

The champion shouted lowly,
He strode towards Yin Qi, and with every step he took, his momentum surged.

Just as Bai Ziyue was about to take action, he heard a sharp voice.

"White Ape King, your opponent is me."

This voice carries the power of the soul, like a knife trying to cut people's souls.

Under the moonlight.

A middle-aged man with a hooked nose walked out of the darkness, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

(End of this chapter)