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Liu Suifeng heard it until his face turned green, then coughed once again, and said in a discouraged voice, "I understand, I understand, let Lu Chuan continue to chase after me, I don't care about anything anymore, don't you want to know more about the current situation? "Do you still want to listen?"

"Isn't young master participating in this meeting? Why did you leave the venue so early? " Feng Jiu could be considered an honest person. Seeing that his elder sister was being so bullied, he hurriedly came out to smooth things over.

"Sigh, such a simple thing has long been completed." Liu Suifeng casually waved his hand and said, "Every competition area is divided into five groups. My group is basically a complete mess and unstoppable."

"Are the civil and martial battles over?" Feng Jiu asked in surprise.

"Yeah, it's all over." Liu Suifeng blinked and replied very naturally.

"Then Your Highness …" Feng Jiu's expression was not too anxious, but his concern was naturally expressed.

When Feng Qi saw this, he smiled and picked up a cup of tea to drink it, while his gaze indifferently shifted to outside the window.

The room they were sitting in was the tallest building in the capital city of Ice Country, and they were also sitting in the best position. Looking over, they could actually see the stage built in front of the ice palace clearly.

Hearing this, Feng Jiu also turned his head to look outside the window.

A figure dressed in white was standing in the middle of the platform. He was sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat, and around him were four scholars who looked like scholars. Feng Jiu's eyesight was very good, and he could clearly see their expressions from afar. The great scholars' expressions were grave and nervous, while He Lan Xue, who was in the middle, was laughing lightly. She occasionally said a few words, but she was extremely relaxed.

"They are dialectics." Because he was a debtor, Liu Zhuifeng could not help but be more attentive as he explained: "Dialectics are a kind of literary competition; it involves bringing up a topic for discussion. As long as all four of the scholars admit defeat, it would count as the winner for all of the participants — there is no problem with this He Lanxue, he became famous for his eloquence at the age of seventeen, and fought against monks at the Great Zhao Temple. He also did quite a lot of things to get even the high monks to admit defeat.

Sure enough, after a short while, the four scholars all stood up and gave a grand salute to He Lan Xue: they bowed ninety degrees.

He Lan Xue modestly replied with a bow. Her manner was extremely free, her expression was indifferent, and she didn't have any arrogance. She was extremely well-behaved.

"Look, He Lan Xue has won." Liu Suifeng pointed in that direction.

With regards to this result, Feng Jiu didn't find it strange. He only asked Liu Suifeng a little curiously, "What is the young master's debate about?"

Why did it end so quickly?

"Oh, after those few people told me the great truth of reincarnation, I shouted," I am a demon, an evil that gathered the demons of the world, an evil that reigned in the world, a Buddha in the heavens, suffering on the ground. If I don't enter hell, who will?! " Liu Zifeng chuckled slyly and said slyly, "It just means to be a bit more righteous, those four people were stunned on the spot. They are just short of their five bodies bowing to the ground."

Feng Qi laughed loudly, and Feng Jiu shook his head with a faint smile.

"Is that Yan Han?" Feng Qi loudly asked, as if he had discovered something new.

Liu Suifeng glanced at it and nodded, "It's Yan Han. Speaking of which, this Emperor of the Kingdom of Yan is quite decent and has a decent personality. "It's just that they're a bit too pedantic."

"Nice demeanor too." Feng Qi gave a rare praise.

Beside the writing platform, there were also five other arenas. Yan Han seemed to have just defeated one of the participants, and as he stood there with a calm and composed manner, he didn't seem to have any traces of fighting just now. As he looked back, there was an imposing manner in his eyes that looked down upon the world, causing the other participants who were eager to fight to be unable to move.

"Actually, Yan Han is quite good. He looks good, has a high status and possesses intelligence. "If I didn't have to help He Lan Xue, I would have supported him a little." Feng Qi said with interest at the side.

"He has a lover. The one he loves is my little lover. " Liu Zhuifeng suddenly spoke up from the side, "The only reason I came to participate in the convention is to give Her Majesty a bit of an explanation. It doesn't seem that perfunctory."

"Is his lover your little lover?" Feng Qi's eyes widened as he asked curiously.

"That's right, my little lover is really fun. I'll introduce him to you another day." Liu Suifeng smiled and said nonsense.

However, when Liu Suifeng mentioned the word 'little lover', he really felt a sense of joy. When he thought of his dazed and ignorant lover, he almost felt nostalgic.

Even if she wasn't enthusiastic, there was nothing new to enjoy about her, but somehow, she would still find it much more fun to have a companion like that.

"He's Liu Xi, right?" Feng Jiu suddenly said this.

In front of Yan Han, a person suddenly jumped onto the stage. His aura was solemn and his aura was much weaker than Yan Han's innate king's aura. However, this peculiar cold aura was actually able to compete with Yan Han's aura.

This person was precisely Liu Xi who had gone missing for a day and a night, Liu Mei.

And at the same time that Liu Xi appeared, a cheer sounded out at the same time: "Martial Lord!"

When he heard someone call out to him, he looked towards the stage blankly only to see that his wife was leaning on the Imperial City's grandstand. He was immediately overjoyed, jumping up and down a few times, before the guards who were guarding the grandstand could react, he had already arrived beside his fiancé.

The guards were all taken aback: yesterday, Lu Chuan had been so unpredictable, but now, this slovenly old man who came out of nowhere, unexpectedly treated them like nothing had happened.

The head guard was just about to step forward and ask for reinforcements when Leng Yan, who was sitting at the highest point of the stands, suddenly raised her hand, indicating that it was all right.

She swept a cold and elegant glance over her and her gaze once again fell on He Lan Xue.

In any case, He Lan Xue was here to participate in the competition, and she really did give her all — even if she knew that he was being careless, she would still feel gratified.

He Lan Xue had already leisurely fought off the last challenger. He looked around and realized that the group was silent. He had already won the second round.

Right now, the only group that hadn't been determined as victorious in the second stage was Yan Han and Liu Xi's pair.

In fact, in order to give our distinguished guests a better chance, the Assembly had divided them into groups, for example, Group One: Liu Suifeng, Helian Xue was in Group Two, Group Three was Ying Zhou's messenger, Hao Er, Group Five was a battle between the people of Ying Zhou, and Jiang Hu, all the more reputable people, would fight for a chance here, even if they did not marry Queen Leng, they would still be able to intimidate Wu Lin and fight for Wu Lin's rank. Xia Yu was divided into the fourth group as the envoy of the Sky Dynasty.

— It was just that the real emissary was Xia Yu, and Liu Xi had already disappeared at that time, so there was no place to assign Liu Xi.

His appearance in front of Yan Han now was a direct challenge.

In any case, there was only one victor in this competition, so any challenges were allowed.

There was an unintelligible cheer from the crowd, and everyone was watching the upcoming duel between the two hot characters.

The scorching cold was as deep as the abyss, and its tall and big body gave people an irresistible force just by standing.

Compared to Yan Han, Liu Xi was much thinner and shorter. However, his expression was haughty, cold, and sinister, without the slightest hint of weakness.

Yan Han placed his hands behind his back and nodded politely towards him. This could be considered the beginning of the game.

Liu Xi took a step back.

Before the fight had even started, his wife and Martial Lord were already reminiscing about old times. When Martial Lord saw his wife, he was already in tears. He grabbed her hand and wailed, "Madam, Madam, you've suffered!"

The lover looked at him in confusion, blinking.

Master Wu continued to cry. When he raised his head, he saw Eleven behind his wife, and was immediately enraged. He stood up and pushed Eleven away and scolded, "You traitor, stay away from my wife. Don't you want to harm my wife enough? "Sob, sob, sob, sob. Madam and child have suffered so much …"

Eleven looked angrily at Martial Lord, but he also knew that this weird old man's kung fu was very high. He didn't dare to act rashly.

Her lover was even more confused, "Madam and children?"

"Madam, you don't have to be afraid. Although Liu Ruyi isn't a good person, Madam's son is a great person." As soon as the Martial Master mentioned Liu Mei, he suddenly became high-spirited: "He will definitely help Madam vent her anger and trample the He Lan Family's mountains and rivers into mud!" At the time when Liu Yan and Martial Lord had disappeared, Liu Yan had used some flowery words to brainwash him. Martial Lord now believed that Liu Mei was Madam's good son and they had spent many years under the persecution of He Lan Wushuang.

Her lover blinked, not knowing how to answer.

Martial Lord suddenly lowered his voice and whispered into her ear, "Madam, is the Supreme Diagram that I gave you previously still in your hands?"

Her lover nodded obediently and made a 'En' sound.

In fact, Martial Lord's voice was not loud, not small. Others might not be able to hear him clearly. However, Eleven who had been standing behind his fiancée trembled.

The Supreme Diagram, the Supreme Diagram that Yellow Ox wanted. Eleven clearly heard these three words.

She pricked up her ears and listened more carefully to the conversation between the Martial Lord and his wife. The Martial Lord glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes and then asked: "Then where did you put the map? Little Wu will go and fetch it and pass it to Young Master. Young Master, please use the Sovereign Map to attack the He Lan family. "

She tilted her head and thought for a while. Just as she was about to reply, she suddenly heard a hidden voice coming from her ears.

That voice was still Martial Lord, but it was lower and heavier, as if the wind was blowing from a faraway place.

This was the legendary secret sound transmission.

"Answer the third beam." The Martial Lord said.

"On the third beam."

Martial Lord looked at his wife with a smile as all the wrinkles on his face squeezed together. "Then wait a moment, can you bring the lady and Little Wu over?"

"It was originally yours. If you want to take it, then take it." "No," her lover replied nonchalantly, though still confused.

She had never thought of seizing the painting for herself. The last time, the Martial Lord had given it to her so she could hand it over to him as well.

As soon as she finished her sentence, Eleven behind her seemed to recall something and hurriedly said, "Miss, I forgot to bring your cloak. It's getting colder and colder …"