After coming out of Prince Jiang's Mansion, Zhou Heng had a relieved smile on his face. Upon seeing this, a group of monks immediately came forward to inquire, wanting to know the final result. "Prince, how is the situation?" "I have long heard that Prince Jiang has a high position and is difficult to deal with. I wonder how the prince responded?" The eyes of these monks were hot. They could tell from Zhou Heng's smile that he must have succeeded in the end. But why it is successful makes people very eager to know. "Let's go, find a place to stay first." Zhou Heng did not get carried away, but led everyone to leave here quickly. This is in front of Prince Jiang's Mansion. Even if you are happy, you shouldn't be happy here. They came to a huge restaurant. Zhou Heng took out his wallet and went down to one of the floors. Everyone found a large private room to sit down, and the waiter quickly served food and drinks.
"Prince, tell me quickly." One of the monks had bright eyes and couldn't wait to hear it. "It's done." Zhou Heng picked up a glass of wine and drank it with a happy expression, "Prince Jiang is indeed a super powerful man who has been in a high position for a long time. Even if he doesn't say a word, the oppression he brings to me is huge." "But they are far-sighted and not only see far enough, but also have unique insights into the future, so after I made my request, they quickly agreed..." Zhou Heng deliberately betrayed the pass, and when he saw everyone's expressions of excitement, he slowly said, "A high-level magical power realm spirit pattern that can be used three times is enough to obliterate all monks with weak souls under the magical power realm. It is very lethal even to those who are powerful in the magical realm.” "As we all know, physical strength and mental strength are the weak points in swordsmanship. Fang Qingyang, that kid's physical strength has been weak along the way, so he can't do anything about it, but in terms of mental strength... Hehe, I used the spirit pattern to kill him, and there was nothing he could do. It can be said that He will definitely die this time!" Zhou Heng suddenly stood up and sneered, "This time in the Prodigy Battle, with this spirit pattern beside me, the top five will be easy, and I can even hit the top three! As for the first place, naturally it belongs to Sikong Teng, it is undisputed! But what I want is , as long as Fang Qingyang dies!" All the monks immediately stood up and cheered loudly, "Okay!" "Congratulations to the prince for victory!" "Cut off that boy's head!" The atmosphere in the whole place was instantly ignited. "From the beginning of clinging to Lu Ningwei to now trying to please Prince Jiang, I am called... having both sides." After drinking the wine, Zhou Heng's smile remained unchanged. This negotiation was more difficult than imagined. Jiang Ding was not stupid. Killing Fang Qingyang was just a matter of convenience. What really mattered was the annexation of the Great Zhou Dynasty. If the Zhou Dynasty surrendered, they would definitely obey the royal family's orders. So, who will govern them on behalf of the royal family? Of course it’s Jiang Ding! Who will surrender on behalf of the Zhou Dynasty?
It must be me! This is the real intention of Jiang Ding's follow-up. ... ... In Prince Jiang's Mansion. Sikong Teng sat aside. He hesitated and said, "Master, I don't quite understand. If I am enough to kill Fang Qingyang, why do I need to add extra trouble and let him take action?" "Fang Qingyang is just a small character, but he is Fang Xuanxiao's son. It's not worth facing that lunatic Murong Jiu because of him." Jiang Ding said playfully, "The situation is different now. If he is not Fang Xuanxiao's son, it doesn't matter if you kill him, but he is... you can kill him, Murong Jiu can kill you, he has never Not a reasonable person!" "Creak." Sikong Teng slowly clenched his fists, with a fierce look in his eyes, "You're taking advantage of that kid!" He had coveted that Phantom Soul Pattern for a long time, but Jiang Ding gave it directly to Zhou Heng, which made him a little unhappy. "Also, if the Zhou Dynasty joins us, it will be a great help. Many people in the royal family will be moved. I will be the first to cooperate with him to avoid having to compete with others in the future." Jiang Ding lowered his eyes and glanced at Sikong Teng, "Stay calm, you still have a lot to learn." "Yes, Master!" Sikong Teng quickly lowered his head. Facing this master who showed no emotion or anger, Sikong Teng was quite afraid. "then." Jiang Ding slowly raised his hand, and a piece of bronze-colored soft armor floated in front of Sikong Teng. A look of shock flashed in the latter's eyes, "This...is this a princely warrior?" "Black Mountain Armor, a low-level princely realm spiritual soldier." Jiang Ding said calmly, "You are my disciple. You don't have to envy others in terms of cultivation resources. This time you not only represent me, but also represent the Yaochi Holy Land, so the first place must not be left behind." "Yes, thank you Master!" Sikong Teng was trembling with excitement. With his current level, he still had no access to princely realm spiritual soldiers. This reward from his master was unexpected. "This is a two-pronged preparation. If Zhou Heng can't kill Fang Qingyang, it's up to you to take action." Jiang Ding waved his hand, "Go ahead and win first place. Don't ruin my reputation." "As commanded, disciple, resign!" Sikong Teng saluted respectfully and slowly exited the hall. This hand can be said to be watertight. Through Sikong Teng's previous intelligence collection on the opponent Qingyang, Jiang Ding learned that the opponent's combat power was indeed very strong, but Sikong Teng should be able to deal with it.
Now there is only one thing to consider, will Su Xiaoyu participate in the competition for the Talent List? If she comes too, I'm afraid the situation will become difficult! She can definitely be called a big variable! "Murong Jiu is back to watch the battle. It's interesting. It seems I have to go there in person." Jiang Ding said to himself. ... ... The Sword Dynasty has been particularly lively in the past two days. Everyone knows that the battle for the Genius List is about to begin. Everyone is looking forward to it, eager to see the showdown between the geniuses from all walks of life. Yaochi Holy Land, Dongchuan Academy, Tianzong Academy... As well as the descendants of the three generals and five mansions! They will all show themselves in this battle of geniuses. Some geniuses are already qualified to challenge the strong ones on the list, but they have to wait until the annual genius battle. Otherwise, the challenge competition can enhance their reputation. Who doesn't like the spotlight? If he wins consecutive battles, his reputation will skyrocket until it spreads throughout the entire Sword Dynasty. The arena is located in the Imperial City, which is also the largest city in the Sword Dynasty. This place is much more impressive than Dongchuan City, with high walls, large tiles, and various shops. Fang Qingyang followed everyone from Dongchuan Academy and found a place to sit down. Around you, at a glance, there are young people with extraordinary aura everywhere. They were gearing up and looking forward to the next battle. There was a sea of people around, as if the water was already boiling. At this time, a figure came through the air. He was tall and had a terrifying temperament. Wherever he passed, even the void seemed to be under a layer of indescribable and terrifying pressure. Countless people turned their eyes to look at the visitor. He walked all the way to one of the many main seats on the high platform and sat down slowly. From his eyes, there was a deep light, as if he could see into people's hearts and see through everything. This person is naturally the General of Zhenchuan who returned from victory, Murong Jiu! "Meet the general!" "The general returns in triumph!" Everyone stood up and congratulated.
There was admiration and reverence in their eyes. Murong Jiu had just come back from the battlefield, and his murderous intent had not yet subsided. The simple aura of killing that had been through battles for a long time made it difficult for people to get close to him. The aura was too exaggerated. "sit!" Murong Jiu pressed down his hands, but looked in the direction of Dongchuan Academy.