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The Immortal Contest is coming soon, and many forces have been invited to watch, including the Wangtian Sect.

Not long after they entered the imperial city, they saw several monks flying toward them with swords on their hands. There were men and women among them, and they all appeared to be relatively young.

Among them, Lu Yao, a female monk with a heroic look on her face and a slightly childish expression, said, "Senior sister, didn't you say you wouldn't come to the Imperial City? Why are you here again?"

Yue Li smiled and said: "If you go to Qingzhou to watch the excitement, you will naturally come here after seeing the excitement."

Another male monk with short white hair and a piece of cloth tied on his forehead, Wei Yu said with an exaggerated expression: "Damn it, senior sister didn't even take us there to watch the fun."

Lu Yao looked at him and struck mercilessly: "Why are we taking you here? You are so weak and you died accidentally. I heard that Senior Brother You Wen died in Qingzhou this time and was killed by a man named Zhou An. Defeat and kill the sword cultivator."

"I heard that the swordsman named Zhou An is very vicious in his skills. He won't hold back when competing with others. Hundreds of people died in his hands. It's really scary."

After hearing this, three black lines were drawn on Zhou An's forehead. It can only be said that the rumors will only become more and more outrageous. The version spread from Qingzhou to here may have changed several times.

Instead, a smile appeared on Yue Li's face. He glanced at Zhou An next to him and introduced, "This is the friend I made when I went to Qingzhou, Zhou An."

The other monks of Wangtian Sect were also stunned.

Lu Yao looked Zhou An up and down and asked uncertainly: "Are you that Zhou An?"

Zhou An nodded and said calmly: "Yes, I am the ruthless swordsman."

Lu Yao looked at Yue Li and didn't know what the senior sister meant by bringing this guy here. Did she want us to beat him up in a group?

"Senior sister, I'm afraid it won't sound good if there are so many of us beating him up and spreading the word." Lu Yao said after considering it.

Wei Yu, on the other hand, was able to keep up with her thinking and shouted: "Everyone, please join me to take down this madman and avenge Senior Brother You Wen!"

Suddenly the spiritual power surged, and the other monks were really ready to fight.

Yue Li frowned slightly, waved his hand to suppress the spiritual energy, and stopped him: "Stop messing around, this is my friend. And I don't blame him for what happened to You Wen."

Wei Yu laughed, dispersed his spiritual energy, and said, "Senior sister, we are just joking, and that guy You Wen has always been against us, so even if he dies, it has nothing to do with us."

Others had similar expressions. A child who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old touched his chin and said curiously:

"I really want to know who is better, senior sister or Zhou An."

Before Yue Li could speak, Zhou An patted his chest and said, "You don't have to think about it, I must be great."

The child blinked his eyes and said in disbelief: "You are lying. Master said that no one among her peers can be a match for senior sister. She is the strongest."

Zhou An didn't argue too much with the child, and just said lightly: "Believe it or not, it's up to you."

"Humph!" The child snorted coldly.

Yue Li is much more serious in front of these junior brothers and sisters. He would definitely have argued with Zhou An before, but when it comes to swordsmanship, the two of them are almost the same. It’s hard to judge which one is stronger and which one is weaker. Only after fighting. Know.

Subsequently.

Zhou An then said goodbye and went to Wu'an Mansion. Wu'an Mansion in the imperial city was much smaller, but it also looked quite luxurious. The outer walls were covered with exquisite jade bricks, and each jade brick was engraved with different portraits. There are people and things, mountains and water.

Two strong men in golden armor stood at the door. They glanced at Zhou An, who was wearing ordinary clothes. He didn't have any spiritual energy fluctuations. He looked like an ordinary person. The strong man on the left said coldly:

"This is Wu'an Mansion, no one can get close to it!"

Zhou An was also a little helpless. Before he advanced, others would still think of him as a monk. After he advanced, due to the corrupted sword intent, ordinary monks saw him as a completely ordinary person, so he took out his token and said:

"I can go in now."

The expression of the strong man in golden armor changed, and he said quickly: "Please wait a moment, sir, I will inform you."

Not long after, Wang Mang hurried out from inside, saw a smile on Zhou An's face, and said apologetically:

"Brother Zhou, I also saw something strange on the mountain that day, so I hurried to move reinforcements. But it really wasn't me who ran away."

Zhou An shook his head and didn't care: "It doesn't matter. I am determined to go. If something goes wrong, I can't drag you into the water."

Wang Mang's cultivation level is only Nascent Soul, and his strength is not strong, but he has Qi Fugui's trust.

Zhou An could also detect that there was a god-transformation monk hidden deep in the palace. It was not until Zhou An's identity was verified that the gaze disappeared.

Although there were many people in the palace, it seemed that such a cultivator at the stage of becoming a god was not participating in the Immortal Competition.

After Qi Fugui saw Zhou An, his originally gloomy expression suddenly brightened and he said, "You are finally here. I heard that you had an accident when you went to Jieweishan this time. I have been worried for several days."

Zhou An sighed and said: "I didn't expect that Wangtai would now be an evil cultivator, and even the monks in Jieweishan have fallen."

"I felt very strange when I heard this." Qi Fugui thought for a while and said, "Before Jieweishan, there were monks with profound Buddhist teachings traveling around the world. Why did it suddenly become like this now?"

Zhou An looked around, and then whispered: "Let's go into the house and talk about it. I think there are some other hidden secrets here."

The two were drinking tea in the room, and Zhou An told the details.

"There must be something wrong inside Tianji Pavilion, otherwise they should have discovered it long ago." Zhou An emphasized.

Qi Fugui also showed a serious look and nodded: "It's a pity that I can't get involved in this matter, but I will report it to the Immortal Mansion later."

A dynasty is often at its weakest at this time. When the old and the new change, this big tree is likely to fall in the wind and rain.

Daqi is not an indispensable part of this world. Even if it falls, there will be Dazhou and Dawei, and other countries will stand up again on the ruins.

This can be regarded as a kind of replacement of old and new, probably more complete.

"Father, you summoned my second brother a few days ago. They talked about it in the palace for a day and a night."

"I guess my eldest brother should be panicking now. At this time, my father didn't take care of him, the eldest prince, but he found his second brother."

Qi Fugui said slowly, his voice was calm and his face was calm. Compared with when he was in Wu'an City before, it was more like wearing an invisible mask on his face, making it difficult to see the true face underneath the mask.

Incense was lit at the table, and the whole room was filled with a light fragrance, which was refreshing and refreshing.

Zhou An leaned back on the chair, took a big sip of the tea in the cup, drank half of it, breathed a long sigh of relief, then raised his head and said, "So, do you have any ideas?"

After the words fell, the room fell into silence. There were only two people in the room. Qi Fugui did not answer immediately. He took a sip of tea and said: "It is a lie to say that I don't have any ideas. However, my current power is not enough to ascend the throne. .”

"And Brother Zhou, it's best not to talk about it, as it will arouse others' suspicion."

Qi Fugui paused, took a deep breath and said: "Brother Zhou is not an ordinary person. Apart from the Immortal Competition, I don't want you to get involved in other things, otherwise you will be stuck in the quagmire and unable to extricate yourself."

If Zhou An gets too entangled with him, and the eldest prince or other princes ascend the throne in the future, they may also be implicated.

Zhou An leaned on the chair, looked up at the ceiling, with a smile on his face, and said calmly: "Qi Fugui, do you know? I'm going to die."

"Huh?" Qi Fugui was stunned, not knowing what Zhou An meant.

Zhou An continued: "I am now in a place of death, and I need to be baptized with Daqi's luck to have any chance of survival."

"If you have that idea, I will do my best to help you!"

Qi Fugui was speechless and did not speak for a long time. He had been hesitant about this matter and had not made a decision for a long time. After all, with his current power, it would be difficult to succeed.

But do you really not want to?

The humbler a person like him is, the more ambitious he becomes. From the moment he was born, the only thing that meant anything was the throne.

They seem to be born with a certain meaning and a certain mission, and they will consciously work in that direction.

Qi Fugui did not immediately answer Zhou An's words. Instead, he asked: "Why did you say you were going to die? You are now a monk in the transformation stage. You can live for thousands of years without any problem, if nothing happens."

Zhou An pulled out the rusty long sword in his hand with a clatter. There were uneven chips on the originally sharp blade, and said:

"It's like this sword has been cursed. My life has been decaying, never stopping, until the end of my life."

"Either my cultivation will advance further, or I will die from decay. I feel that I can only advance further in a short period of time by relying on the luck of the dynasty."

"So if you promise me, I will try my best to help you. With my strength, it may not be that difficult for you to ascend the throne."

Listening to what Zhou An said, Qi Fugui looked dull, then laughed loudly, his voice echoed in the room, but could not be heard, and said loudly: "Brother Zhou, you have said so, even if there is little hope, I am afraid. You have to give it a try.”

Then, his expression returned to calmness and he said: "But we can't make any moves in the next time. We still have to wait for the opportunity."

"Based on the current situation, the one who is most anxious should be the eldest prince. My father seems to be more interested in the second brother."

Zhou An thought for a while and said, "If the emperor does not die, will he dare to act rashly?"

Qi Fugui smiled and said: "A dog will jump over the wall when he is anxious, let alone a human. Moreover, the eldest prince has a profound background, especially in the military. He single-handedly controls the armies of the three northern states."

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