You Became A Killing God At The Beginning, Why Did Your Majesty Rebel?

The old man who came alone late at night looked hunchbacked and yellow-toothed, and looked frail.

But in fact, this old man was a top giant whose strength was not inferior to Liu Taibai!

Even if he tried his best to hide it, the terrifying sword intent in his body that soared into the sky could still allow Ning Fan to glimpse his terrible fighting power!

“What’s the matter with you, a giant of swordsmanship, coming to me at this late hour?”

Ning Fan put down the book and raised his eyebrows.

Huang Yazi grinned. He was not unfamiliar. He pulled a chair from the side and sat down: “No tea. I am thirsty from traveling.”

As he spoke, he saw a pot of tea on the table beside him, picked it up and drank it.

Then he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and shouted that it was refreshing.

“I came here today to see who can beat Dong Puti into that state, who can beat him so badly that he has no intention of fighting and just turns around and runs away.”

“How should I put it? It’s exactly the same as drinking your pot of tea just now. It’s so damn refreshing!”

Huang Yazi grinned.

Ning Fan smiled: “Oh? From what you said, you have a grudge against these two?”

“Greed?”

“Humph, it’s more than hatred, it’s the hatred of destroying the sect!”

Huang Yazi’s face turned, and an unstoppable cold light emerged from his eyes. The sword intent in his body was out of control and began to riot wildly.

Bang, bang, the flow of the terrible sword intent completely shattered several pieces of porcelain in Ning Fan’s study.

“Sorry, I can’t control myself when I mention these two bastards.”

“How much is this porcelain? I’ll compensate you!”

Huang Yazi smiled generously, and then completely restrained the violent breath in his body, and the room returned to a calm state.

Ning Fan waved his hand: “Hey, senior, you are joking, it’s just a few cents.”

“At this late hour, you have a story and I have wine, drink a pot?”

Huang Yazi’s neck stiffened, and he grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: “Drink, must drink!”

A moment later, in the study.

A plate of beef, a plate of cold dishes, and a few jars of fine wine. Ning Fan and Huang Yazi thought the desk was too small, so they moved it out directly.

No table?

Easy, sit on the floor!

The two top giants in the world just sat cross-legged on the ground and started drinking carelessly.

After three sips of wine, both of them said that it was very enjoyable.

“You ran away from Dong Puti and defeated his hundreds of thousands of troops in two battles. It was really a great pleasure. When I knew about this, I was so excited.”

This Huang Yazi couldn’t hide anything in his heart. Ning Fan didn’t need to ask at all. He spoke after three sips of wine.

“This Dong Da Guangtou was also a monk before?”

“Yes, that must be it.”

“Is it related to Dazhi Temple?”

“Somewhat related but not much. Speaking of it, he has some origins with your Dazhou’s Vajra Temple.”

“Vajra Temple? Vajra Temple in the north?”

Huang Yazi nodded, picked up a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, speaking while chewing.

“I remember that this guy was a young monk in the Vajra Temple before, with amazing talent, but I don’t know how he was suddenly expelled from the Vajra Temple.”

“Last I heard, this guy came to Dazhi Temple to exchange Buddhist teachings, stole the temple’s magical power and gave it to the Vajra Temple.”

“As a result, Dazhi Temple was furious. Under heavy pressure, the Vajra Temple could only announce that Dong Puti would be expelled from the sect and the magical power would be returned.”

“And this Dong Puti ran to Daliang. By chance, he didn’t know Why did he join Yue Fuyao again? ”

“In this way, Dazhi Temple gave up in front of Yue Fuyao. After all, the magic power was back, and there was no big loss.”

“So, they didn’t pursue it any further, but in the end, there were only two parties who benefited, one was Dong Puti, and the other was your North Border Vajra Temple. They both benefited.”

“The Dazhi Temple’s temple-guarding magic power, my goodness, it was a secret that was not passed on to others, but he stole it, tut tut.”

As soon as these words came out, Ning Fan suddenly realized.

No wonder, no wonder Ku Fan took action during the battle of Yumen Pass, it turned out that Vajra Temple owed Dong Puti a favor, and it was a big favor.

With this, all the mysteries were solved.

“After this bastard surrendered to Yue Fuyao, he began to plan to seize the throne for the empress. You can take it for what you want, but he has set his sights on the major sects in the martial arts world.”

“Among the three major dynasties, except for Beimang,

, such as Daliang and Zhou, people from the Jianghu rarely have any relationship with the court. ”

“Of course, we cannot rule out those who perform for the emperor’s family. It is human nature and this is normal.”

“But there are still few people who are willing to perform on their own initiative.”

“And the Jianghu is a very scary fighting force. If it can be used by someone, a punch can destroy a group of elites.”

“As a result, this damn bastard began to frame the major sects and forces, forcing these guys to bow their heads and surrender under the fierce power of the court.”

“I… am one of them.”

“However, everyone in my sect is as strong as a sword, with proud bones, how can we bow our heads for such a bastard!”

“So, this bastard led an army of 100,000 in anger and completely destroyed my mountain gate! ”

Speaking of this, Huang Yazi’s eyes turned red, his eyes were about to burst, his whole body was trembling, and the madness in his body, if not forcibly suppressed, would have blown up the entire study.

Ning Fan also frowned. People like Dong Puti can be said to be the kind of guy who will get what he wants at all costs.

“In an army of 100,000, it shouldn’t be difficult for the senior to kill Dong Puti with one sword, right?”

Ning Fan was a little confused.

If he guessed correctly, Huang Yazi should have practiced the same supreme swordsmanship as Liu Taibai. Of course, he was definitely not as talented as Liu Taibai.

However, he was strong in age and experience, so his combat power was also quite terrifying.

It should be no problem to kill a Dong Puti in an army of thousands.

“Have you forgotten why I still have a grudge against Wuxin? ”

Huang Yazi rolled his eyes at Ning Fan.

Puff, Ning Fan couldn’t help laughing. He really forgot about that little bastard Wuxin. No, it’s the old bastard!

After living two lives, what else can he be but the old bastard?

“Then why did you come this time, senior?”

Ning Fan asked in confusion.

Huang Yazi straightened his face: “Well, I want to ask you for a favor, help me kill these two guys!”

“Why don’t you do it yourself?” Ning Fan was puzzled.

Huang Yazi sighed: “I can’t kill them!”

“Dong Bodhi is in the Imperial City. There is an old monster in the Imperial City who is as strong as the guy in Wudi City. I am still a fugitive. If I dare to go, I can’t come back.”

“As for Wuxin… I can’t beat him!”

Look!

How open, how refreshing, how direct.

If you can’t beat him, you can’t beat him.