Longevity

Zheng Yuanhe let out a chuckle and looked at Hu Houming disdainfully: "What does the lord want to do?"

Hu Houming stared at him coldly.

Zheng Yuanhe turned around and came back, took a few steps forward to Hu Houming, and looked at him disdainfully: "Your Highness, do you want to kill me?"

"Can't kill you?" Hu Houming gritted his teeth.

Zheng Yuanhe still looked disdainful: "Why did you kill me?"

He immediately laughed, shook his head and said, "Is it because I'm too presumptuous? Or do I want to kill someone?"

"Because you're damned!" Hu Houming said coldly.

"Hey!" Zheng Yuanhe stepped forward again, forcing Hu Houming in front of him, and then kept moving forward.

Hu Houming frowned and turned sideways to avoid it.

Zheng Yuanhe went straight to the Grand Master's chair behind the Zitan Xuan case, turned around and sat down slowly, then folded his legs into Erlang's legs, folded his hands on his chest, and glared at him.

Hu Houming's face was gloomy and dripping.

Zheng Yuanhe has always been presumptuous, relying on martial arts and high cultivation to be strong, but he never imagined that he would dare to be so presumptuous.

He dared to sit in his seat.

At the beginning, because of his strong cultivation, he always indulged his arrogance and rudeness. On the one hand, he needed him, and on the other hand, he could show his broad-mindedness.

Unexpectedly, not only was Zheng Yuanhe not grateful, but he had to push his nose and face, becoming more and more arrogant.

Now he dares to sit in his seat.

It is simply that he regards himself as nothing, the position of master and servant is reversed, and his dignified prince seems to have become a subordinate!

The pride of the born noble made him furious, unable to accept Zheng Yuanhe's behavior, the killing intent boiled and turned into a stern gaze, his eyes were full of bloodshots.

He took a deep breath and stared at Zheng Yuanhe coldly: "Go away!"

Zheng Yuanhe smiled, his pride mixed with disdain: "Your Highness really thinks that the masters of the palace can do anything to me?"

Hu Houming gritted his teeth, his voice squeezed out of his teeth, and said slowly, "You are courting death!"

Zheng Yuanhe laughed while sitting in the Taishi chair.

He put down his legs, let go of his hands, supported the Zitanxuan case, leaned his head forward, and approached Hu Houming: "My lord wants to kill me? Hmm—?!"

The faces of the two were close, only a foot away, within reach.

Hu Houming stared at his approaching face, and said coldly, "It's up to you to live or die!"

"If I don't know fun, the prince will kill me?" Zheng Yuanhe suddenly exhaled into his face, frivolous and disdainful.

It was like spitting out a mouthful of saliva.

Hu Houming's face became more gloomy, and his eyes shot cold light.

He held back the urge to vomit, anger and killing intent surging in his chest, ready to burst out with the contents of his stomach at any time.

He was obsessed with cleanliness, and Zheng Yuanhe's breath was like foul-smelling stool in his senses, making him dizzy and his stomach tumbling.

But at this time, he must not vomit, must not show weakness, and the pride in his bones made him never shrink back.

He glared at Zheng Yuanhe and said slowly, "You are courting death!"

"Haha..." Zheng Yuanhe laughed again: "My lord, you are determined to kill people, but unfortunately, even if you kill me, he will know."

Hu Houming stared at him coldly.

Zheng Yuanhe said with a smile: "If I am killed, someone will send him a letter saying that I was instructed by you to deal with him."

Hu Houming only felt that the fire in his heart could no longer be suppressed, like a volcanic eruption, unstoppable.

This Zheng Yuanhe is too jerk!

Zheng Yuanhe said with a smile: "Rather than that, the lord might as well help me and destroy him completely! ... What's more, I came directly, and he might have seen it."

Hu Houming took a deep breath, and his face gradually returned to calm.

The more boiling in his heart and the calmer his mind, this is a skill he has developed on the battlefield.

Zheng Yuanhe looked at the change in his face with a half-smile, and admired him.

The Lord Lun in front of him is indeed not a straw bag, but a powerful person, no wonder he has his current status.

This kind of concentration and tranquility is not something that ordinary people can have, and requires talent and acquired tempering.

Hu Houming said calmly, "Old Zheng, are you trying to pull me into the water?"

"Your Highness," Zheng Yuanhe restrained his disdain and arrogance, leaned back on the back of the Grand Master's chair, shook his head and said, "We only have this way, instead of fidgeting and guarding against his plot, it is better to take the initiative to attack, he will never show his appearance. He is so tolerant, he will never let us go.”

"I won't let you go, Lao Zheng." Hu Houming said lightly.

Zheng Yuanhe said with a smile: "Now, does the lord still want to stay out of it? The lord, don't be naive!"

Hu Houming said: "I didn't stay out of it, I was out of it originally, and I didn't make a move, right?"

"Haha..." Zheng Yuanhe smiled, shook his head and said, "Say that the lord is naive, the lord is still not convinced, does he believe that the lord did not take action? I am from the lord, I took action, and I came to the palace many times, but the lord didn't take action? Will he believe it?"

Hu Houming said lightly: "I believe he will believe it."

"Your Highness, you have been wearing the Huntian Stone all the time, and I am also wearing the Huntian Stone. He can't see it clearly." Zheng Yuanhe smiled and said, "If you can't see it clearly, you will only take your lord into account and take revenge."

"Old Zheng, let's go." Hu Houming said warmly: "I really can't help you. You are highly cultivated and you are not his opponent, let alone a master in my palace."

"In terms of martial arts, the masters of the palace can't really be counted on." Zheng Yuanhe nodded: "But the prince has treasures, you can lend them to me!"

Hu Houming frowned: "What treasure?"

"Haha..." Zheng Yuanhe laughed: "The lord knows, why do you have to tell me."

"tell me the story."

"That sword." Zheng Yuanhe said, "The sword that the prince has always treasured."

"Impossible!" Hu Houming flatly refused.

"My lord," Zheng Yuanhe said with a smile, "that sword is left in your hands, lord, but it's just an antique for fun. It's really dusty, and if you lend it to you, you can use this sword to kill demon monks. It can be said that everyone is very happy!"

Hu Houming frowned and said, "With this sword, you can kill him?"

"Yes." Zheng Yuanhe smiled proudly: "He's just relying on supernatural powers. If you test martial arts, he's not worth mentioning at all!"

Hu Houming shook his head: "His cultivation is also very powerful."

"In the eyes of others, it is powerful, but in my eyes, hey!" Zheng Yuanhe said proudly: "As long as his magical powers are broken, killing him is as easy as the palm of your hand!"

Hu Houming's face was solemn.

"My lord?"

"…"

"My lord!" Zheng Yuanhe showed an impatient look: "Why is there any hesitation? Kill him or be killed by him, you can only choose one way, and you still want to make peace with him now? Impossible!"

"Alas!" Hu Houming sighed, shook his head and said, "This step is difficult."

"After all, we still have to do it!" Zheng Yuanhe stared at him eagerly.

Hu Houming paced with his hands behind his back.

Zheng Yuanhe stared at him and walked around with him.

After more than ten laps, Hu Houming came to the Taishi chair and waved his hand.

Zheng Yuanhe shook his head and laughed, got up and left the Taishi chair, giving the seat back to Hu Houming.

Hu Houming sat in the Taishi chair, his expression became more and more calm, and nodded slowly: "Forget it, that's the only way!"

Zheng Yuanhe immediately smiled and said with great joy, "Your Highness is wise!"

"I'm wise if I borrow a sword. If I don't borrow a sword, I'm naive and stupid." Hu Houming shook his head: "Old Zheng, you are too presumptuous."

"Yes, I'm too presumptuous, and it's because of your magnanimity, my lord, that you can tolerate my thorns." Zheng Yuanhe laughed.

Hu Houming pointed at him and shook his head helplessly.

Zheng Yuanhe said with a smile: "My lord, to be honest, it's just you, lord. If you replace it with someone else, you really have to have so many stinky rules and superiors. Your own happy days!"

"Hey!" Hu Houming shook his head: "Old Zheng, you are a sword with two blades that can hurt others as well as yourself."

"Hey, it's you, my lord, who can drive my double-edged sword." Zheng Yuanhe laughed.

The two were chatting and laughing, and the previous scene didn't seem to have happened, and it was like turning over a book.

Fa Kong sat in the Sutra Collection Pavilion, his eyes wandered across the bookshelves and walls, across thousands of mountains and rivers, across tens of thousands of miles, and fell on Zheng Yuanhe and Hu Houming, watching them resolve a fierce conflict.

He put down an ancient book, got up and put his hands behind him and walked outside the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, and stood on the lotus pond outside.

Lingkong Temple was built on the basis of the structure of the outer courtyard of King Kong Temple. It is more perfect and refined on the basis of the structure of the outer courtyard of King Kong Temple. As soon as you see it, you will feel the simplicity of the outer courtyard of King Kong Temple.

Fakong paced with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face.

"Come with me." Hu Houming said solemnly, "Go get the sword."

"Hey, it's very good." Zheng Yuanhe rubbed his hands together and couldn't contain his excitement: "My lord, this sword is an ancient artifact. Those who can get this sword must be lucky."

Hu Houming smiled lightly.

Zheng Yuanhe said: "To tell the truth from your lord, that most of the reason why you promised to be sent by your lord was actually because of this sword."

Hu Houming glanced at him.

Zheng Yuanhe said with a smile: "With this sword in hand, you will be the future ruler of the world. In addition, Wang Ye, you have such an open mind, you can be said to be a bright master. How can I refuse?"

Hu Houming smiled, got up and walked out, pushed the door out of the study, walked out of the yard and walked a few moon gates, and came to another yard.

This yard has three layers of guards, with bright and dark posts, and a total of four great masters guarding in the dark.

After entering the yard, I pushed the door and entered the main room, but there was a map of the river and mountains hanging on the north wall, and an antique long sword hung beside the map.

The dark green of the scabbard is faintly golden, filled with the vicissitudes of the years, and the golden spikes of the sword are faintly flickering with golden light.

The sword body is wide, twice as wide as the ordinary Qingfeng sword, and the length is the same, which looks extraordinary.

Hu Houming came under the map of Jiangshan Wanli and glanced at the map of Jiangshan Wanli~www.wuxiaspot.com~ his eyes slowly moved to the long sword.

His eyes flashed, his face was calm, he reached out and took off the long sword, and turned to look at Zheng Yuanhe.

Zheng Yuanhe's eyes have been firmly attracted by the long sword, and he has no time to care about Hu Houming.

The two were only one step away, and Zheng Yuanhe couldn't wait to reach out and grab the sword, but he suppressed it.

Hu Houming smiled slightly, pressed on the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled out the sword.

"Om..." A dragon roar seemed to come from the sky. Although the voice was not loud, it clearly penetrated the door curtain and spread into the room.

Zheng Yuan and Wen Zhi were in a trance for a moment, then their eyes lit up, and then they went dark, they didn't know anything, and fell into eternal darkness.