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"If the Lord wishes for this subject to die, then this subject has no choice but to die!"

Fu Tiancheng's words were sonorous and forceful. Coupled with his clear and unblemished face, it caused Zhiqiu and Zuo Qianhu to cast sidelong glances at each other.

"Father, what are you doing? The unconscious monarch was bewitched by the Demonic Monk and has already stopped asking about the political affairs of the imperial court." Come with us! "

Fu Qingfeng pulled down his handkerchief and shouted at Fu Tiancheng.

"Father, don't be confused. These eagles are working for the Monk Monk. They won't let you go and their daughter. Come with us!"

Tears glittered in Fu Yuechi's eyes as her voice filled with emotion.

A strand of grey hair fluttered in the wind at the side of Fu Tiancheng's temples. He sighed and said, "Qing Er, Yue Er, I know what you two are thinking." Even the emperor knows that he was bewitched by that demon monk, Ci Hang Pu Du, but someone has to stand up for him! If my father's blood can awaken the Emperor, he will die without regrets. "

"Father!"

The fatherly love scene made everyone fall into silence. Zuo Qianhu clenched his fists, but when he thought of his master's instructions, he felt powerless.

Ci Hang was a Divine Demon. Even his master did not have the confidence to win, so he could only be a snake in the water for now. However, seeing Lord Fu being framed like this made him, Zuo Li, feel uncomfortable.

On top of the big tree, Li Dao yawned. Although he could understand Fu Tiancheng's thoughts, he felt that they were a bit pedantic.

Genuine sages are admirable, but they are too upright.

"What are you going to do?"

Nie Xiaoqian pinched Li Dao's shoulder and asked.

"Of course I'm here to watch a show." Li Dao signaled Nie Xiaoqian to continue pinching her shoulders, causing Nie Xiaoqian to roll her eyes.

"Father, please forgive me for being unfilial. For this matter, I can't listen to you anymore. We can't just watch as you court death!" Fu Qingfeng wiped away the tears at the corner of his eyes. His handsome face unexpectedly showed determination.

"That's right. Father, we must take you with us today." Fu Yuechi stood shoulder to shoulder with Fu Qingfeng, her aura not the least bit weak.

Looking at his two daughters, Fu Tiancheng let out a long sigh. If this young scholar did not stand up, who else could stand up?

Qing'er, Yue'er, I can't go with you!

However, Fu Qingfeng and Fu Yueji did not listen to Fu Tiancheng's words at all. They only wanted to save their father.

"Do you Monk's dogs really want to be the accomplices of a tiger?"

Fu Qingfeng asked Zuo Qianhu with a cold expression, his sword glinting in the sunlight.

Zuo Qianhu remained silent, as did everyone else in Six Fans Gate. They had learnt martial arts only for the sake of wealth and glory. As for the rest, they should not think about it. He wasn't thinking about politics.

"What a bunch of idiots. Today, I know that Qiu Yiye will kill you for the rest of the world!"

Seeing such a scene unfold before his eyes, Zhiqiu and Yiye flew into a rage. The mana within their bodies surged crazily, and the yellow talisman paper formed into a talisman dragon. It was obvious that it was trying to amplify the technique.

Young people like Zhiqiu and Yiye were at their most hot-blooded moments in life.

Zuo Qianhu raised his dark gold treasured sword. He felt a life or death threat from this young Taoist in front of him. He circulated his zhenqi throughout his body and prepared to use his life or death attack.

"Sister fairy, please make your move!"

Fu Qingfeng used one hand as a loudspeaker and shouted loudly. The situation had developed to this point. From Fu Qingfeng's point of view, only a master like Nie Xiaoqian could suppress the entire audience.

"It's your turn." Li Dao chuckled as he stood up from Nie Xiaoqian's embrace.

Nie Xiaoqian didn't pay attention to him as she descended from the tree. Her white robe fluttered in the wind, attracting everyone's attention.

When Nie Xiaoqian landed, Li Dao followed closely behind. This sudden turn of events somewhat eased the tense atmosphere.

While everyone was staring at Nie Xiaoqian, Zuo Qianhu unintentionally saw Li Dao's face and became extremely excited.

It couldn't be wrong, although this man looked young, he looked exactly the same as the painting in his master's hands. Moreover, Martial Granduncle was an immortal, and he was already a permanent member of his youth.

Zuo Qianhu raised his sword and rushed towards Li Dao.

Everyone thought he was going to make a move on a man and a woman, but something surprising happened.

Zuo Qianhu ran to Li Dao's side and knelt down on the ground, kowtowing to him.

"Granddisciple Zuo Li greets grandpa!"

The agitated tone made Fu Qingfeng and the rest flabbergasted. Fu Yuechi pinched her own face and muttered, "This fellow is the sickly granddisciple's grandson?"