The Lord who use immortals as food

There was only silence in front of the Vermillion Bird Gate. It was not the chill brought by [Tianlin Yi], but people were unable to speak at this moment.

The Tang Emperor lowered his eyes, and the wind was taking away the heat from the teacup in front of him.

He was probably the first person on the field to look away. Li Huang stared at the stage in a daze, and clenched his snow-white fist for a few breaths before he reacted and hid it in his sleeve.

Several princes were sitting in front of the table. Li Chen stared at the figure on the stage with his head raised and drinking. He leaned forward unconsciously until his round belly squeezed the wine pot on the table, and a clang sound woke everyone up.

Li Bijun nestled in the arms of Concubine Yuan, looking at the adults' faces in a daze, and subconsciously climbed to her mother's neck, whispering: "Mother, did Fourth Brother win..."

Concubine Yuan immediately covered her mouth.

But there was no reaction on the field. Everyone's eyes were still looking at the two figures standing back to back below. Li Zhi raised his hand and made a very humane action for the first time - he raised his hand to touch the blood flowing from his neck, and looked down at the bright red on his hand.

The entire Suzaku Gate gradually woke up at this moment. On the high platform, Li Du's stiff face turned slightly pale. He didn't know when he suddenly stood up. At this time, he fell into a chair, trembling slightly, holding a bowl of tea and drinking it with his head down, hiding his expressionless face in the shadows.

Yuan Zhao shook his body twice, laughed twice woodenly, and then laughed twice again, and then laughed continuously. Few people saw this stone-like adult in this state. It was hard to tell whether the laughter was happy or cold.

Chang Sun Jue had a look of disbelief on her face. She reached out to the side and said, "Yes, did Pei classmate win? It seems so? Sister Cui... Immortal Jiang?"

But no one paid attention to her for a while. The next moment, Jiang Yin'er turned her head in shock: "Well... yes, it was Pei classmate - it was Brother Shi who won. The fourth prince... didn't catch a single move."

Yes, he didn't catch a single move.

The fourth prince of [Tianming Confucianist] is invincible in the same realm, but after the heaven and earth were avoided, the only person standing in front of Pei Ye was "Li Zhi".

Of course, you are also a Qisheng.

I have never practiced swordsmanship and have never really fought, but I am indeed a Qisheng with abundant and strong true energy.

Of course, I am a mortal body without true energy.

But as long as I have a sword in my hand, I don't need a second move to kill a Qisheng like you.

Cui Zhaoye ignored everyone at all, put his arms on the railing, rested his chin on his arms, looked at the figure on the field, and didn't know what he was thinking.

In fact, this is exactly the state of most people under the Dongjian stage. The martial arts sects, scholars and common people are not in the same mood as the girl, but their eyes are focused on the same figure.

A figure that has never been seen before, a name that has never been heard of, now people have it imprinted in their eyes. That tall figure is wider and stronger than Yan Feiqing, not as thin; taller than Yang Zhenbing, more symmetrical, this figure is similar to Chen Quan and Han Xiuben, but the face is more handsome than Chen Quan, and the temperament is more easy-going than Han Xiuben... and when it comes to swords... No one is such a sword.

So cold, so fierce, so stunning and beautiful, so life-threatening, life and death in an instant... From then on, everyone in front of the Suzaku Gate will recognize it as soon as they see it.

There is no need to find any comparisons and similarities. There is only one such swordsman in Shenjing. He stands at the same top as all the prominent names. He does not need anyone to modify him. And for many days after today, this will be the most famous name in the entire Tianzi City... His name is Pei Ye.

The noise in the martial arts sects began to rise. If people were curiously searching for this name like chatting before the opening, now it was a real noise. At this moment, people even forgot the shock brought by Tian Linyi just now. Everyone was asking the name of "Pei Ye", and everyone was at a loss for the shocking sword light just now.

The girl turned her head and looked at the young man: "Master, senior brother, where did you hear about him last time... say it again, is there anything else?"

"Where is this young master Pei Ye from... What is he? Doesn't he have his own nickname?"

On the field, the young man seemed to have just come out of a certain state, and he was still drunk. He stared at the fallen sword piece on the ground in a daze, but leaned over to pick it up.

And this action seemed to wake Cui Zhaoye up. Changsun Jue and Jiang Yin'er were whispering something. She suddenly turned her head and stared at the two of them seriously.

Changsun Jue and Jiang Yin'er were both slightly startled: "...What's wrong?"

"I have an idea." Cui Zhaoye's cheeks were slightly flushed, his eyes were shining, and he said slowly and solemnly, "I want to establish a Pei Ye fan club."

"..."

"You two have to join."

Even Jiang Yin'er, who was looking at the brother on the field with admiration and joy, shook her head hurriedly, and Changsun Jue's eyes widened even more: "Pei Ye... Fan Club, what is that?"

"It is composed of the people who like and support Pei Shaoxia the most in this world..."

The front of the Suzaku Gate has become restless, mixed with countless scholars shouting and crying, and there are waves of shouting "Pei Ye", "Yuan Zhao"... This is indeed the most hysterical release of suppressed emotions, not a few months, but ten years.

Since that brutal chariot-drawing, since countless people in blue and red robes were bloodily cleansed, many people have lived and struggled in the worst environment for ten years. Ten years is enough time for a small pond to freeze over, for a house to become old, and for a thin girl to grow up.

It had not even been a quarter of an hour since the young man stepped onto the Winter Sword Platform.

The most irreconcilable dispute between the Two Heavens and One Heaven, the bet on the sword power that the entire Shenjing had been looking forward to for ten days, was decided in just a few breaths, with the unchangeable Yuntian and the Abyss.

The cheers and excitement would echo in front of the Suzaku Gate for a long time, and no one stood up to say anything for a long time.

On the Winter Sword Platform, a beautiful woman wearing a scholar's uniform but with long hair came to the drunken and dazed young man, whispered something to him, then turned around and said something to the stunned Li Zhi, she also held a silver wine pot in her hand.

The Tang Emperor looked at the high platform on the left and said in a calm voice: "Yuan Qing, come with me."

He stood up from the throne, the snow stopped at this time, it was late in the winter, and the sun was slowly falling in the sky.

None of the princes and concubines moved, and on the sword platform, the woman in military uniform smiled, raised the pot and drank happily, with a trace of wine sliding down her chin.

The orange sunset shone from behind her, and she looked proudly to the east, where a pale moon was already hanging in the sky.