Song Dynasty's Ignorant Prince

Zhao Ji explained it neatly, "Master Qing Snake, right? Junjie is the person who knows the current affairs. I don't think you want to open a hole in your head, right?"

Hall Master Qing Snake trembled a little, "Hey, I originally thought that with my martial arts, I would be a hero even in the arena, and only the saintess and the palace master could overwhelm us. what!

The palace lord is retreating at the back, we don't know the specific place, only the saint knows!"

"Saint?" Zhao Ji had heard the title twice, and suddenly asked, "Are you saints beautiful?"

A hand behind Zhao Ji twisted hard on Zhao Ji's waist, Zhao Ji knew it was Ling Bingyu, and grinned, "Just kidding!"

He suddenly shot and tapped their acupoints on those people, "You guys just wait here!"

The strength of these few people is good, Zhao Ji intends to try to subdue them, if not, it will not be too late to kill them.

A lot of people have already gone inside to report the accident that happened here, and many people are rushing towards it.

Zhao Ji took the lead, with dozens of small swords above his head in an attacking stance. Looking at those who rushed over, he was not nervous at all, with a faint smile on his face. This invincible power made the people who came over couldn't help but stop, and then retreated to both sides, not daring to stand in front of Zhao Ji at all.

Zhao Ji walked forward with his hands behind his back, accompanied by two women around him.

These people from the Spirit Venerable Palace have seen the tragic state of the Black Eagle Hall Master, and they dare to go up and die.

"Hehe, this Lingzun Palace looks pretty good, this mountain gate is built very grandly, um, the words above are not very well written..." Zhao Ji began to comment on the three characters of Lingzun Palace, "Written It's not beautiful, but there is a swaying atmosphere in it, which makes up for it a little bit. If you let me, let me write it, it will be different 々"!

"That's right, Mr. Xiang's calligraphy and painting are excellent. I don't know how many people can be proud of having Mr. Xiang's calligraphy, which is enough to be regarded as a family heirloom!" Ling Bingyu giggled, and now she is relaxed. With Zhao Ji by her side, she is completely do not worry.

"Looking at the layout of these rockeries and plants, it seems that they have been arranged by experts," Zhao Ji pointed, and regarded this place as his own garden.

Suddenly, several people came to kill them together, and the speed was extremely fast.

But the small sword above Zhao Ji's head flew out suddenly, and the speed was even faster, it was like lightning and flint, and it returned to its original position in a flash.

Thumping thumping, several corpses fell down, and their throats were all pierced by small swords...

There was an uproar, and the crowd surrounding Zhao Ji and the others retreated several dozen meters together, not daring to approach again.

"Here!" Yu Lingxian pointed.

Under the guidance of Yu Lingxian, they went directly to the council hall of Lingzun Palace, but there were actually many women here, and a veiled woman was sitting on a high seat.

"Uncle Yu, how have you been all these years?" The masked woman spoke, her voice clear and tactful.

She has star-like eyes, blue silk like waterfalls, sitting on a high chair, looking down at Zhao Ji and them like a queen.

"I can't afford to be your uncle, you are a saint? Let's call your master, we will settle our affairs ourselves!" Yu Lingxian said.

The saint smiled slightly, "Uncle Jade, you are not a match for the master, you are too far behind. However, if it is this young master, it is almost the same. Don't you know the name of the young master Gao?

Zhao Ji laughed, "I'm also known as the Condor Hero. What are you doing with your face covered? Are you too ugly?"

"Bold!"

"presumptuous!"

The women on both sides shouted loudly. They all wore swords and swords. Although they were all women, they all looked heroic and majestic.

Zhao Ji laughed, walked forward, and said, "My daughter's family should be a husband and a child, come out to fight, kill and kill, what kind of etiquette, let's go!

Those women all gritted their silver teeth, and the swords greeted Zhao Ji in the middle, only to hear the clanging sound, and then look at the swords in the hands of the women had all fallen to the ground, but they were all knocked out by the small swords. . Zhao Ji is like a big hedgehog, the small swords all over his body are slowly turning in all directions. At this time, the small swords on his body have been released, only the long sword behind him does not move.

This kind of power is simply unparalleled, and these people have never seen it before, no one knows how to have such martial arts.

"Formation!" With a coquettish rebuke, the women immediately moved, and they formed a sword formation, which they wanted to use against Zhao Ji's sword-fighting skills.

Zhao Ji smiled, "It's useless, break it for me!

Immediately, the more than 100 small swords flew out, and the clanging sound became one, and it was impossible to tell how many collisions occurred in an instant, and the women couldn't see what the small swords came from. The place came, just instinctively swung the sword to resist.

With a coquettish scolding, the long swords of these people fell to the ground, and they all covered their arms, and their right hands kept shaking.

Zhao Ji is still more pity and cherish jade, otherwise, instead of knocking out their long sword, it will penetrate the throat.

It is such a method that has already shocked these women inexplicably.

Women in Lingzun Palace are the main body, they occupy the dominant position, those guardians are the thugs they keep.

But these people are not opponents, even the sword array is not working, what should I do now?

Zhao Ji has already walked up to the masked saint, `Hey, you haven't opened it yet, are you waiting for me to do it?"

"Okay, come here!" The little girl gestured to Kai.

Zhao Ji's heart swayed, the voice of the saint (Nuo De Zhao) sounded good, and she could see clearly when she got close, her skin was delicate, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and her half-covered and half-closed appearance was even more attractive.

Seeing Zhao Ji reaching out, the holy maiden's eyebrows and eyes curved, "Don't you feel powerless, as if there is a big stone pressing down on your chest?

Zhao Ji was startled, his hand stopped in the air, "You, you poisoned?"

"Yes, you've been poisoned, so you'd better be obedient, or else you and your two confidantes will be buried here! 35 The Holy Maiden was sitting there relaxed, and she noticed that Zhao Ji was on top of the small The sword trembled and fell to the ground.

"You are a formless and colorless poison. One step is soft and loose. Not only can you not use your internal strength, but your bones are about to become brittle. It is very rare for you to be able to stand. If you are tired, just sit down and rest. Rest! The Holy Maiden spoke softly, in a slow and unhurried voice.