The carriage was walking towards the capital, and the old coachman from the carriage in Yuzhou was rushing.

It costs twenty taels to charter a car from Yuzhou to Beijing, but you have to follow the official road.

The reason why he was so leisurely was mainly because he received the news that Tang Yan took Ali away from Mangshan and headed to the capital.

Xia Ying was a little happy along the way, and she was still very excited to go to the capital, but after looking at Tian Qi who looked like gold paper, Xia Ying shook her head again.

"Young Master, I've been down from Shaoshi Mountain for a day. What you said is unobstructed, is this unobstructed method?" Xia Ying slapped Tian Qi.

Tian Qi's body was so hot that it was scary. Although he said it was okay, Xia Ying obviously didn't believe it.

Chuntao sighed leisurely. This was the first time that Tian Qi was injured and his mental power was damaged.

The old monk did not deliberately keep his hands, but instead broke the enemy to death and seriously injured Tian Qi.

Tian Qi did not let Shaolin go, but was already at the end of his strength at that time.

It’s just that the tiger’s remaining power is there, and Tian Qi cannot show his fear, otherwise he will be forced to stay in Shaolin by a group of monks, which would be a bad idea.

After slowly completing the exercise, Tian Qi vomited a bloody air, his face returned to normal, and the temperature on his body gradually cooled down.

The Crushing Yuan Realm is indeed not so easy to deal with. Tian Qi can still remember the Eighteen Staffs of the Demon-Subduing Demons, and each knife can block the two sticks of the Old Monk.

Seven Knife blocked the fourteen sticks, and the remaining four sticks were two by Tian Qi using his body to resist, but in the last two sticks, the old monk was foolish, and after a stick was covered, he actually used a trick that could kill the death.

He poured his mental power into the staff without leaving any trace. In an instant, Tian Qi felt the shadow of the stick in the sky knocking from all sides and eight methods towards his sea of ​​consciousness.

If it weren't for the strong soul and the mental power was different from that of ordinary people, Tian Qi would probably have to lie down now if he took this stick.

"Young Master, are you a mortal enemy of Shaolin?" Chuntao asked curiously. Tian Qi was fooled, part of the reason was that he was afraid that the monks would not be virtuous.

I made up a reason for this. Donor Tian was too damned. Donor Tian fell into the path of demons and had penetrated the pipa bones and was trapped for 180 years. Shaolin had not done such a thing.

I didn't want to answer this question, but this was the 58th time Chuntao and Xia Ying asked.

Tian Qi shook his head and said helplessly: "It's not worthy of..."

"Wait!" Xia Ying sat upright quickly, took out a round white-floured steamed bun from the bag, took a bite, and nodded at Tian Qi: "Young Master can start."

Tian Qi's face was quite complicated. Is it a bit rash to bring these two people into the Guhong Sect?

"Yes, it's time to start." Chuntao also touched a steamed bun and prepared to prepare for meals.

"Thirty years ago, the Martial Emperor Palace in Mangshan was about to kill the descendant of the Demon Emperor. At that time, the Demon Emperor's bloodline was hidden among the children. The Demon Emperor's bloodline was not revealed, and the so-called right path was Shaolin, and they all chose to massacre all the 72 children." Tian Qi said briefly, then closed his eyes and did not look at these two foodies.

Chuntao was shocked, holding the steamed bun in his mouth, stepped forward, took off the cotton ball from Tian Qi's nose, and while observing it carefully, he exclaimed: "Is this the bloodline of the Demon Emperor? It's true that the color is bright, unusual, good! Magic!"

Bright color? Chuntao's vocabulary has extremely limited four words that can be said.

Xia Ying also stopped and looked at the blood-stained cotton ball in Chuntao's hand and did not move, as if she agreed.

Tian Qi opened his eyes and coughed twice. It was a bit over. He has been a little nice to these two sisters recently. Chuntao, who has always been rational, wanted to flatter Tian Qi when he found an opportunity.

After fighting with the old monk before, Chuntao also praised him for no reason, saying that licking a dog would not be enough, but flattery is absolutely perfect.

As he said that, Chuntao quickly changed a cotton ball to Tian Qi and said to himself: "It seems that it will be enough to stuff it for half a day. The young master's Demon Emperor's bloodline recovery is indeed amazing."

"That's true!" Xia Ying followed the rainbow fart, afraid that she would slow down.

Tian Qi took out the cotton ball, looked at the two sisters speechlessly, flicked it gently, threw the cotton ball out of the car window, and said helplessly: "It's already done, but you two can stop me, just for a bite? As for, the blood of the Demon Emperor is not me!"

Chuntao's eyes turned around and returned to the side, while Xia Ying lowered her head and ate the steamed bun without saying a word.

When flattering, you need to pay attention to the method. If you slap your butt twice in a row, it will be a little embarrassed.

Finally calmed down, Tian Qi rubbed the corners of his eyes and leaned against the carriage to close his eyes to rest.

Along the way, the two sisters also restrained themselves a lot, but they always praised Tian Qi for one or two words.

For example, the young master looks so good when he eats, the young master even has a good beard, and the young master is recovering from his injuries, so he is really amazing.

If you don’t talk about those with connotation, just talking about some superficial things, Chuntao and Xia Ying have opened up the correct flattery posture.

As Tian Qi listened, he got used to it and let them go, but his injuries did not fully recover. There were some flaws. If he forced himself to use his mental power, he would have no blood in his nose.

Not very elegant.

The capital city, Jingyue Garden, the famous Silk Pavilion, and the external branch of the Guhong School. Everyone in the world knows this. The land deed of Li Guinian, the young master of the eight major sects, lost to the Guhong School.

At this moment, Ali and Tang Yan and Fengli lived here. Xia Ying, who was coming to the capital for the first time, was a little excited, and Chuntao was also excited, but she did not show so obviously.

This wide street has neat buildings, and is so grand and mighty.

Tian Qi soon saw Ali who had returned to normal, but the breath around her was a little messy.

Everyone stepped back. Ali looked at Tian Qi for a long time and didn't say anything. She just slowly stretched out her hand, holding a blood-red Demon Emperor Blood Stone in her hand. There was a bright red flame pattern between her eyebrows.

Tian Qi stepped forward, sat beside Ali, raised his hand and touched the red lotus between Ali's eyebrows.

He then took out two other Demon Emperor blood stones from his arms.

"I've killed someone and taken back the things. If you run away like this, I'm really sad."

Tian Qi looked at Ali's stiff expression. Li Xuanji obviously wanted to laugh, but after trying it several times, he couldn't smile.

"The people from the Martial Emperor Palace want to destroy this Demon Emperor Blood Stone, so I snatch it back."

"Dugu Yu seems not to be in the Martial Emperor Hall. So far, there are no masters above the Grand Master in the Martial Emperor Hall."

Ali said slowly, but Tian Qi was shocked. There was no master of the Martial Emperor Palace? So, did Ali kill the Martial Emperor Palace in Mangshan before getting the Demon Emperor Blood Stone back?

Tian Qi was almost sure that his thoughts were correct. It was impossible to hold back in Ali's state.

There was no reason why she was holding back, she had a blood feud with the people in the Wuhuang Palace!

Tian Qi took out the Demon Emperor Order and handed it to Ali with the Demon Emperor Blood Stone.

He patted Ali on the back and hugged Ali in his arms: "No problem, kill me if I kill you. When they wanted to kill you, they were not as compassionate as you are now."

Ali's tense face suddenly curled up the corner of her mouth. How many people are there? There are three great masters, more than 30 masters, and one hundred innate people. His hands are full of blood. Can this husband still speak the word "compassion"?

Li Xuanji felt a little lost, but she didn't know how to speak. If she could, she actually didn't want to kill her.
Chapter completed!