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Text Chapter 310: Looking into the bag to get something, who would you rather me?

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    "Masters Xiong Dijie, Jin Yujie, Di Qingjie, Zhu Yunying, and Liang Siying are here!" With clear shouts, Xiong Dijie in a four-clawed dragon robe took the lead, while Jin Yujie, Di Qingjie and the other four were slightly behind.  , walking from afar.

    At this time, Xiong Dijie was like a king who had ascended the throne. When he walked around, he looked at Shen Fei with great momentum.  Following the five of them, there were originally only a dozen Jindan Daoist people who were friends with Shaotianmen, but seeing his imposing posture, someone suddenly ran towards them and stood in front of Xiong Dijie.  behind.

    At the beginning, only a few people ran over, but as Xiong Dijie got closer and closer, more and more people gathered behind them.  When Emperor Xiong Jedeng arrived in front of Chengtian Hall, there were already many princes and nobles standing behind him.

    These people accounted for one-third of the princes and nobles who came to attend the palace banquet today.  This is a powerful force, and it can even be said to be a force that can influence the direction of the Southern Chu Kingdom.

    Seeing this power, the faces of many mature and prudent people changed drastically, and some even showed hesitation on their faces.  Although they know that the three elders do not want Xiong Dijie to ascend the throne, who can compare with Xiong Dijie who has the support of Shaotianmen?

    ¡°We pay our respects to Mr. Di Jie!¡± Someone shouted, and immediately hundreds of people knelt on the ground together.  Among the princes and nobles who were hesitant at first, many of them knelt down after hesitating.

    " Standing proudly among the stars and embracing the moon, Xiong Dijie is like the king of heaven and earth.

    On a high platform in the palace, a man also wearing a four-dragon robe looked at Xiong Dijie with jealousy in his eyes.  If Xiong Dijie could be killed with his gaze, then the flames of jealousy in his eyes could directly burn Xiong Dijie into ashes.

    Xiong Feiba, the third son of the contemporary monarch of Southern Chu.  He has been called Yingming Shenwu since he was a child.  Now, he has broken through the golden elixir cultivation level.  In the past few days, he has been praised by everyone.

    The future king.  It is Xiong Feiba. This has almost become a consensus among the princes and nobles of Southern Chu.  But.  Just when everyone was tacitly aware of this, a year ago, Xiong Dijie suddenly announced his competition for the position of King of Southern Chu.

    With this announcement, Xiong Feiba found that his surroundings began to change.  Many people who used to be close to him are now consciously distancing themselves from him.  There are also many people who used to be eager to kneel on the ground and lick his boots, but now they immediately hide away from him as soon as they see him, for fear of being out of reach.

    Compared with these, he felt even more unforgivable.  Even the woman who once planned to be his queen in the future is now starting to move closer to Xiong Dijie.  According to the royal family's secret investigation, at least half of the Wang Gongxungui began to secretly betray themselves to Xiong Dijie.

    The reason why half of the people are still undecided is not because they think that Xiong Feiba has the ability to compete with Xiong Dijie.  Except for some of these people who are die-hard supporters of their father, it is because he has the support of his three ancestors.

    "Aren't you very angry?" In a faint voice, a man wearing a golden five-clawed dragon robe and looking as powerful as a mountain slowly walked out of the shadows.  This man looks like he is in the early stage of Jindan cultivation.  But the momentum with which he moved around was no weaker than that of a Nascent Soul Ancestor.

    Even the aura on his body is more tyrannical than that of a Nascent Soul Ancestor!

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? If you look carefully, you will see that this tyrannical aura does not come from himself, but from the center of his eyebrows, which is the size of a bottle cap, but carries an endless mysterious mark.

    This mark looks like a fiery snake, but what is surprising is that it is on this fiery snake.  There are actually three heads.  Seeing this person walking in, Xiong Feiba respectfully knelt down in the tunnel and said, "My child pays homage to my father."

    In the Southern Chu Kingdom.  There is only one person who can be called father by Xiong Feiba.  That is Xiong Shang, the king of Southern Chu.  Xiong Shang, who only had the early stage of Jindan cultivation, now showed a stronger aura than the ancestor of Nascent Soul, which had to be surprising.

    But Xiong Feiba is already familiar with Xiong Shang's momentum.

    Xiong Shang¡¯s eyes looked downward, his eyes filled with coldness.  This is not an angry ice cold, it should be said to be a calm and indifferent ice cold.

    "Ba'er, do you no longer have confidence in yourself?"

    "Children don't dare, but they are really" Xiong Feiba did not say anything else, but his murmurings exposed his inner lack of confidence.

    Xiong Shang nodded heavily and said: "Yes, they are too strong, so strong that you have no confidence. Now remember, as an emperor, the only one who can defeat you is yourself!"  "

    ¡°No matter how powerful the enemy is,?We can only move forward bravely!  And once you are weak, even if you survive, you are still a coward!  "

    Xiong Feiba rarely saw his father speak in such a strong voice, and he felt his body tremble for a moment.  He quickly puffed out his chest and said firmly: "Father, don't worry, the child knows what to do."

    "Xiong Dijie, what if he hadn't surrendered to Shaotianmen and let him become the lord of Southern Chu." Xiong Shang's eyes turned from Xiong Dijie's face, and his words became more and more cold: "The position of the emperor, the ancestral land  This trip is not only honor and power, but also a kind of responsibility. If Xiong Dijie hadn¡¯t come to compete for the throne of the emperor, maybe the person entering the ancestral land this time would be your second brother.¡±

    "For you, I still hope that you can practice step by step, and then slowly advance to Nascent Soul like the three ancestors of Sun, Moon and Star."

    Xiong Feiba was stunned when he saw that his father was a little uninterested.  He had always seen his father, Xiong Shang, with a domineering look, but he never expected that his father would be such a loving child.

    Why is this?

    "Every king of Southern Chu can reign for fifty years.  After fifty years of abdication, no one survives more than three years.  Thinking of what he saw in the secret hall a few days ago, Xiong Feiba couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

    "You go to Cicheng Hall, there are people waiting for you there. With their help, you will have a 60% chance of winning in going to the ancestral land." Wei Shang's words broke the peace between father and son.

    ??Ci Chengdian, the people waiting for you, could it be that these people will be the ones who accompany you into the ancestral land?  With thoughts flashing in his mind, Xiong Feiba said with a hint of solemnity on his face, "Father, how are they compared to the Four Heroes and Five Heroes?"

    "Not weaker than the Four Heroes and Five Heroes, and even stronger than the Four Heroes and Five Heroes. You will know when you go and see it." When Wei Shang said this, he still looked at his son with doubts in his eyes, and then said: "Of these people  , there is Liu Zhongyu of Wenjianzhai in the Western Jin Dynasty."

    Liu Zhongyu, these three words were heard in Xiong Feiba's ears, and Xiong Feiba's expression was shocked, and then he was filled with ecstasy. This Liu Zhongyu is known as the unparalleled genius of Wenjianzhai. He learned swordsmanship at the age of two and practiced Qi for seven years at the age of three.  At the age of twelve, he had already mastered the art of condensing swords into silk with his foundation-building skills, and was known as the best in the entire Wenjian Zhai!

    This time, the third ancestor of the Xiong family prepared four assistants for Xiong Feiba. Wei Shang knew it, and he said Liu Zhongyu's name at the most critical moment. Obviously, this meant that he valued Liu Zhongyu the most among the four people.

    "Father, I'll go first." Unable to hold back the joy in his heart, Xiong Feiba quickly flew towards the back of the hall.  Wei Shang looked at his leaving son, shook his head gently, and then sighed.

    "It's not my own strength, after all"

    When Xiong Feiba ran to Cicheng Hall, there were already three people waiting for him in Cicheng Hall.  One woman and two men. As a man, the first thing Xiong Feiba noticed was naturally the woman.  The woman looked to be in her twenties, and her whole body was full of charm. She lightly covered her face with gauze, revealing only a small mouth.

    But the crystal-clear skin and the faint red lips can arouse the man's biggest impulse, wanting to see how beautiful his face is hidden under the veil.

    The two men are not very old. One of them looks about thirty years old, with cold murderous intent reaching into the sky; while the other is an old man in his fifties. Although his face is red and his beard and hair are white,  But the peak strength of his golden elixir cannot be hidden no matter what.

    When Xiong Feiba came in, each of these three people was doing their own thing.  The beautiful woman was stroking a small beast that was as big as a fist and resembled a mouse; while the man with a powerful sword was looking at the most ordinary long sword.  This kind of long sword is actually the sword worn by ordinary guards in the palace.

    Although in the eyes of ordinary people, it can be regarded as a magical weapon, but in the eyes of monks, it is just scrap metal.  But the man looked at the flying sword with relish.

    As for the old man, he was holding a book and looking at it with a smile.  Thinking of his father's words, Xiong Feiba looked directly at the man with soaring sword energy.  Although the man sensed Xiong Feiba's gaze, his reaction was still indifferent.

    "I, Xiong Feiba, pay my respects to all Taoist brothers." Although Xiong Feiba is the son of the King of Southern Chu, he knows that he really has nothing to be proud of in front of these people.  What's more, he still needs the support of these people, so his words are extremely humble.

    The man looking at the sword did not speak, but the woman holding the small beast just nodded towards Xiong Feiba.  Only the old man holding the book put it down and said, "Young Master Fei Ba, there is no need to be polite."

    ? ?"Sir, the big feast is about to begin. It's time for you and the three seniors to show off."  "A palace guard in his forties spoke respectfully to Xiong Fei.

    Xiong Feiba nodded, he glanced around again, and then said: "Excuse me, you three, are we still short of a Taoist brother?"

    "One more is not too much, one less is not a lot. In fact, I am enough for this matter." As the man watching the sword spoke, he looked into the distance and said, "If there are too many people, it will actually get in the way."

    Hearing this, the faces of the enchanting woman and the old man holding the book couldn't help but change!  (To be continued)

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