Nian Shicheng looked at Mr. Liufing meaningfully and said without comment: "I doubt this."

As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Cang asked in a hoarse voice: "Scholar Baihua, what do you mean?"

Uncle Ze, who was standing next to him, looked at Nian Shicheng, and said with gloating expression: "Hey, even if you suspect that the map is not in the hands of the throne, he has killed your Qinggong."

Nian Shicheng, who always kept smiling, changed his face and asked in a very ugly voice: "The Emperor killed my Qing Palace? Brother Liufing, what's going on?"

At this time, Mr. Liuzhi sighed and looked at Nian Shicheng with a regretful look on his face, then replied: "Today, a warrior called Yuan Hong of Heishan to challenge the imperial throne. It was not until the end that I recognized him as Guan Hong, a disciple of Piaomiao Peak of Qinggong, but it was too late, and he was ruthlessly killed by the imperial throne."

Nian Shicheng's sword eyebrows frowned deeply, and his eyes were filled with fierce light and said, "Okay...good...what an imperial throne! He dared to kill my Qinggong sect. He was so impatient to live!"

As he was talking, Nian Shicheng looked at Mr. Liuzhi with a hint of anger and dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Of course, he knew that Mr. Liuzhi had ulterior motives, and he couldn't help but say in his heart: "What a six-finger old fox who doesn't help me, I won't overstep my business. After returning to Qinggong, I will definitely ask the people from Piaomiao Peak to find you to do a good job!"

Thoughts changed, although Nian Shicheng did not belong to the Piaomiao Peak, and even the Huajian Peak where he was located had a very good relationship with Piaomiao Peak, in the final analysis, Guan Hong was also a member of the Qinggong Gate, so Nian Shicheng had the obligation to maintain the reputation of Qinggong.

Those who offend my Qing Palace will be punished even if they are far away!

This is one of the cornerstones of Qinggong's rise to the martial arts world and its prosperity to this day.

Thinking of this, Nian Shicheng's eyes narrowed slightly, the fierce light inside quickly converged, and his smile became brighter. He shook the paper fan in his hand and looked at Mr. Liuzhi and said, "Brother Liuzhi, it seems that this muddy water is still in trouble."

Mr. Liu Finger was about to reply, but saw Chen Ying, who was supposed to be a little silent, suddenly sneered and interrupted: "Your disciples at Piaomiao Peak of Qinggong dare not challenge the imperial throne openly. If you use the pseudonym of Heishan Guan Hong, even if you die, it will not be unfair."

After pausing for a moment, Chen Ying looked at Nian Shicheng and continued sarcastically: "When did you people from Qing Palace become so timid? Even if the imperial throne from the secular world kills Yuan Hong from Piaomiao Peak, it can be considered as cleaning up the portal for your Qing Palace."

Speaking of this, Chen Ying looked at Mr. Liuzhi again and said, "Liuzhi, let's talk about the map of the tomb of the First Emperor Ying Zheng! Don't get off the topic. Even if the imperial child can challenge him more than ranks, what if he uses his Xuan-level cultivation to kill the Earth-level master? After all, it's still too young, and it's easy to kill him!"

Finally, Chen Ying looked like a smile, and did not forget to emphasize and deliberately reminded: "The half of Tieshan's hand and the half of Sun Lequan's hand should not be confused!"

Nian Shicheng was shocked, looked back and forth at Chen Ying and Mr. Liu Finger, and asked in disbelief: "Across-level challenge? That throne really killed the Earth-level master?"

Chen Ying hummed and replied, "What a lie to you, everyone present is witness, so it is not unfair to die at the hands of the guy from Piaomiao Peak of Qinggong."

The murderous intent flashed in the eyes of Mr. Six Fingers, looking at Chen Ying, and he thought to himself: "It seems that this hungry old man has come to this Baiyujing long ago. At least he has arrived when the Emperor killed Guan Hong."

For a moment, everyone fell into silence and their thoughts became different.

At this time, Nian Shicheng, the scholar of Baihua, did not compete for Chen Ying's ridicule at all. Instead, he looked at Mr. Liufing from time to time.

The so-called strong dragon does not suppress the local snake. This Bai Yujing is considered the territory of Mr. Liu Finger. In addition, his own martial arts cultivation level, Nian Shicheng asked himself that he was still slightly inferior.

Because of this, even if Nian Shicheng had an irreconcilable hatred with the hungry old man Chen Ying, he had to put it aside and face the extremely powerful Mr. Liu Finger.

It is precisely because of this that Chen Yingcai, who had just seen through the tricks of Mr. Liu Finger, would take the initiative to speak and pull the subject back to the map so that the other party would avoid the real and not mention the treasure map of the tomb of the First Emperor Ying Zheng.

In addition, Mr. Liuzhi and others unconsciously scanned the crowds around them, because they had long thought that most of the experts in the ranks who came to Baiyujing were hiding in the dark and did not go to the open.

They didn't want to be hurt by both sides and be secretly picked up by others.

Especially Mr. Liu Finger and his two twin old servants, when they thought of this moment, there was an old monster in the city who was eyeing him, and it seemed that he was pressed by that big stone in his heart, which made people breathless. Therefore, he was even more concerned and did not dare to act rashly.

Just when the three parties were confronting each other and in a stalemate, Wang Le and Lao Yang in the mansion sat in a small room in the backyard.

At this time, Wang Le put away his thoughts of observing the entire room, because when Lao Yang and his wife came in just now, the couple opened the formation, saying that they could prevent the spiritual surveillance and sensation of the ground-level masters outside.

"Cough!" Wang Le cleared his throat and looked at the old Yang couple who were sitting opposite him, paying more attention to him. Then he asked the confusion that he had just killed Zhan Bo outside.

That is, as a master of the earth level, why is Zhan Bo not as good as Dong Chong and Black Yuan Hong of the Xuan level?

Then Lao Yang smiled and responded as if he was rightfully so: "That's because Zhan Bo did not use relevant cultivation resources to temper his body and improve his physical fitness."

After a pause, Lao Yang continued: "The exercises of tempering and improving physical fitness are the same as those of cultivating spiritual consciousness. They are very rare and rare, and are basically in the hands of top sects. When practicing this exercise, a large amount of rare medicinal materials are needed to make soup baths to assist, so that they can achieve results."

At this time, Mrs. Old Yang also said: "The process of a warrior tempering his physical body is more difficult than improving his own martial arts cultivation level, and it takes an extremely long time."

"Precisely because of all kinds of difficulties, except for the disciples of top sects who have the conditions to temper their physical fitness, most of them gave up and focused on improving their martial arts cultivation level."

Speaking of this, the old lady smiled gently and looked at Wang Le and said, "I really don't understand how you practice nephew. Her physical body is so strong that she is the only one who has seen her in her life."

Seeing the curious look of Lao Yang and his wife, Wang Le couldn't help but shrugging her shoulders, and then replied calmly: "Everything will come naturally. This may be the legendary talent. God is just a reward for food."
Chapter completed!