My Disciples Are All Villains

Shendu Imperial City, Evergreen Palace, study.

Emperor Liu Yan, the current emperor, stroked one stroke at a time.

The footsteps of Nei Changshu seemed very impatient and passed on.

Liu Yan instinctively stopped, put down the brush and looked at the door of the study.

Before entering the study, Nei Changji knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, the spy repays. The seven factions are swept by the Devil's Pavilion, and have no resistance."

Liu Yan thought that it was a game of both defeats and defeats. No matter how strong Ji Laomo was, it was difficult to withstand so many masters. The ancestors of the Duanlin School often shot out, fighting each other for life, and seriously hurting him was not a problem.

The remaining disciples of Motiange are not afraid.

In this way, the greatest threat of the royal family disappeared.

But what does this mean without resistance?

Liu Yan frowned and said in a deep voice, "Say it again."

Nei Changshi's voice trembled: "The spies repay, the seven factions, oh no, the eight factions, including Yunzong, have been swept by the Motian Pavilion, and have no resistance."

After talking, he was almost crying, for fear that Liu Yan shot a palm print to make his head blossom, this scene has not appeared for the first time, and the last member of the office often seems to be so dead.

Companions are like companions, since ancient times.

Liu Yan was as calm as usual on the surface. Once it broke out, it was unimaginable.

"Why is this? Si Wuya and Yu Zhenghai went back?" Liu Yan speculated that only this was possible.

Nei Chang swallowed his mouth and swallowed a word for a long time. Before he came, he repeated the words hundreds of times and said, "Lao Ji, has been promoted to Jiuye!"

This time, Liu Yan did not let him repeat.

Liu Yan was in a state of stagnation, as if the souls had been taken away.

The study looked very quiet.

The air is so heavy that it becomes heavy.

Breathing is also difficult.

Neichang often dared not speak, and his body shivered uncontrollably.

I don't know how long it took before Liu Yan said: "What is the status of the Jinlian?"

"Her Majesty, Your Majesty ... Already, ten people have survived. One of them, one, started to try to reopen the leaves."

"Okay." Liu Yan returned to the study, restrained his emotions extremely, calmly said, "How is Liangzhou fighting?"

"Rou Liren and You Gengjiao have a close relationship. Yu Zhenghai has already traveled to Liangzhou. Within a short period of time, I am afraid that there is no chance to make waves."

When the language falls.

Liu Yan raised the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the rice paper: Yitong ... The last hook of the word "tong" raised a lot--

call out!

The word "Tong" seemed to be alive. The golden light wrapped the ink and printed with the seal script, flew towards the inner attendant at the door.

He crossed his head in a blink of an eye.

Liu Yan didn't look at the inner waiter, he only heard the sound of crushing fruit in his ear, and continued to fill in the remaining two words "Wanzu".

He finished putting down the pen after he finished writing the four-character word of the unified nation.

Said without emotion: "Hold down."

"Well."

Nei Changshi's head was blossomed, and his eyes widened.

He didn't understand until his death, why Liu Yan suddenly shot himself to kill himself.

Yu Zhenghai ’s ghost teaching caused a turmoil in Kyushu. What does it mean to have no chance to make waves in a short time? Shouldn't such a thing be a shame for Liu Yan?

...

God is the most prosperous city in Dayan.

It is also the most informed place.

Liu Yan was the first to know, not surprising.

But there is no airtight wall under the sky, and such a battle is even more impossible to cover up.

Soon, the news of the promotion of the Master of the Demon Pavilion to Jiuye spread throughout the Shendu, and then radiated to Kyushu with the Shendu as the center.

For a time, Mo Tian Ge shocked the world!

Shendu, in a post.

Several practitioners talked while drinking wine.

"From now on, Mo Tian Ge will become the world's largest force. Who dares not accept it?"

"It's a place I adore. If one day, I can visit the Devil's Pavilion, even if I live ten years less."

"Pull it down ... Your talent is not necessary to clean up the tea."

Everyone laughed.

The tone of the practitioners became very fast. Those who originally supported the Devil's Pavilion naturally became more supportive and fanatical. Those who originally opposed the Devil's Dao were silent overnight.

At this time, a handsome man asked:

"Dare to ask your Excellency, are there really nine leaves?"

"Brother, at first glance you are a foreigner, the grandfather of the Demon Heaven Pavilion, Jiuye is undoubtedly!"

"Cut golden lotus?"

"I don't think so ... The method of chopping Jinlian practice has just come out, and there are only a few that can survive. I have to reopen Ye Ninglian. So ... I suspect that his old man must have other ways."

Some people echoed and nodded: "That's right, severing the golden lotus is just one of the methods. I heard people say that some big gates are studying the stepping into the Yuanshen without opening the golden lotus from the beginning. There are more and more ways to bind Jinlian with medicine. "

The practitioners nodded.

The handsome man smiled and nodded: "Thank you."

He stood up and was about to leave.

Xiao Er from the station came forward and stopped and said, "Hello, there are two coins for tea."

For a moment, the man touched his pocket, but said helplessly: "I'm sorry, it's inconvenient today, I will pay it back in the future."

"Ah? Guest officer, so many people are watching, we are also small business ..." Xiao Er embarrassed.

The man touched his body again, and it was still empty ... A penny fell on the hero, and now it seems to be the case.

The little two saw the sword on his body and said, "Should you put this sword here?"

Mentioning the sword, the practitioners around looked at it.

Anyone with a bit of eyesight knows that this is a good sword.

They also know what a sword means to a swordsman.

How could the swordsman let the sword leave his side?

"I'll pay for his money." An elegant woman appeared next to the post and threw two pennies.

The man glanced at her and said, "Thank you."

It is also shabby enough for a practitioner to fall into relief by a woman, when everyone feels ashamed of him.

The woman suddenly fell back and said sincerely: "Please ask Mr. Er to accept me as a disciple."

"..." Everyone was shocked.

The man's face was gentle, and he said, "Sorry, I don't accept disciples."

The woman came to her quickly, her arms spread out, and she said excitedly: "Little girl Qin Ruobing, since she was a child, longed for Devil's Pavilion, and urged Mr. Er to accept me as an apprentice!

With that, she knelt down in public.

Everyone was taken aback.

"I remembered that she was the daughter of Qi Wang Qin Jun!"

"It's her? Then this ..."

Yes, he was Yu Shangrong, the second disciple of Motiange who flew back and forth from Wuxian Mountain.

When passing by the God Capital, stop and rest.

Wow!

All the practitioners immediately lay on the ground, shaking.

That little two was even more frightened.

After thinking for a while, I still had the courage to come up with the two essays I just received. UU Reading Books www.uukanshu.com came to the man excitedly and scaredly, incoherently:

"Small ... yes, you do n’t know Taishan! Please ... please ... please ..."

"This is what you deserve." Yu Shangrong smiled lightly.

"Should be ... should be deserved." Xiao Er was so surprised that he did not expect to be so approachable with Mr. Mo Tiange II.

Other practitioners can't believe it.

Yu Shangrong kept a smile and patted Xiao Er's shoulder.

Then he looked at Qin Ruobing and said, "The practice is difficult and dangerous. You were born to be excellent and not suitable for practice."

"Two, Mr. Two."

bass!

Longevity sword out of the sheath.

Under the sunshine, the blade of the sword glowed with pale red, with obvious characteristics.

The post was originally well-informed, and in the knowledgeable place, the practitioners inside looked at the eternal sword suspended in front of him with horror.

"It is indeed him! Sword Demon Yu Shangrong!"

"He didn't die?"

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