Signing Into Immortal Martial World

Taiwei Hall is the most magnificent, bright and open place in the imperial city.

Layers of palaces hide each other.

The loft is towering, with angled cornices.

Such as the palace in the sky, towering into the sky.

"My lord of the mission, the seats are already open, and you can take your seats."

Leading the Yuanmeng delegation into the hall, the young **** who participated in the banquet turned around and just caught a glimpse of the prairie barbarian’s expression of exclamation, and couldn't help but laugh secretly:

"After all, I have never seen anything in the world, and it is excusable to be shocked by the grace of the heavenly kingdom."

The barbarians of Yuanmeng have lived in tents for generations, where they have seen such magnificent buildings.

But it didn't take long for the young **** from the inner court to hear a rough voice from behind:

"This imperial city is so stylish! The house is also big, and the place is big, just worthy of King Khan!"

The young **** with a smile on his face immediately solidified.

Such a disrespectful presumptuous and arrogant talk, the burly man who looked fierce, did not hide it at all, and said it directly.

"It's so daring! These barbarians are really without any courtesy!"

The young **** was angry in his heart, but he knew his status was humble and did not dare to show half of his anger.

This behavior fell into the eyes of the king of Yasha, and the color of contempt on his face became even more intense.

"The Zhou people are the weak lamb, who should be eaten by fierce hungry wolves by nature."

He thought so.

In the Yuanmeng grassland, the Maha Imamara Palace stands aloof, and the emperor Basipa is regarded as a living Buddha walking in the world.

It is more respected than King Chiwuhan who unifies all ministries.

The eight major disciples under his command are the eight disciples.

All of them are masters, Dharma kings.

It is precisely because of the existence of the Maha Boundless Palace.

Every family in the grassland believes in eternal life, and they are all devout believers of Tantric Buddhism.

The combination of religion and the state is so deep that it is unimaginable.

The king of Yasha, Moro, is the main combat faction in the Immea Palace of Maha. He has always insisted that the wolves invade the Central Plains, occupy China, plunder wealth, and expand the territory.

He wanted to see it in person during his trip to Tianjing.

What did the Great Zhou Dynasty, the first of the four kingdoms of China, look like?

What he saw and heard along the way made the king of Yasha even more firm in his mind.

Zhou people are weak and can be deceived, and their bones are full of cowardice.

It is easy to surrender when you see the strong, and you should be ruled by others.

Only a brave and fearless prairie man is worthy of such a fertile land.

"Be careful, there is a master."

Gan Napo's eyebrows were slightly raised, and she exhaled gently.

As soon as she entered Taiwei Hall, she sat down.

Just like a magnet, it firmly attracted all eyes.

It seems to be fascinating to see a goddess.

It's not that those civil and military officials can't hold back their souls.

It is Gan Napo's profound skill, every move, her temperament is like an immortal, which confuses the soul and makes people unable to move their eyes.

"Master?"

Yasha King Moruo followed his line of sight and swept over.

I saw the opposite seat, sitting an old monk in a black and black robe.

She has a kind eyebrow and a peaceful face.

"Seventh Mortal Realm, Dragon Elephant Peak."

Yasha King Moruo was slightly shocked.

In his eyes, the old monk seemed to be sitting under the bodhi tree.

There is a white tiger lying on the side, and the strong man guards.

The thin body glowed with golden light, as if an Arhat had come to the world, extremely mighty.

"Just one step away, you can touch the realm of God Transformation!"

Only from the visual senses, the reality is distorted and the vision is transformed.

This is a sign that we are about to break through the physical limitations and develop spiritual consciousness.

"You and I are not rivals."

Gan Napo said lightly.

Tianlong Buddhist Temple ranks among the top ten authentic sects, which is by no means an empty name.

The old monk's skill is so profound that it is impossible to see through.

She was so firm that she couldn't shake her at all.

"Hey, so what."

The king of Yasha, Moro, did not appear to be flustered, using secret methods to transmit his voice:

"I have already won seven games in three days in a row in Tianjing City. I completely stepped on Zhou Ren's face and my goal has been achieved."

"After I go back, I should tell King Khan, three years! Only three years! The wolf can ride north!"

Gan Napo's Zhu lips opened slightly, chuckled, and said lightly:

"Molo, don't underestimate the martial arts experts in the Central Plains, not to mention the top ten authentic ones, just the Wu'an Hou from Dazhou, and the mysterious and extremely mysterious leader of the dragon... you and I may not be able to cope. "

"You know, the master was folded in the hands of the great commander, the oil was exhausted, the lamp ran out, and the blood was defeated and died."

Yasha King Moruo didn't care, but said: "Master's current skill is better than Master's."

"What's more, I humiliated the people of Zhou so much, and the leader is also missing, maybe he would have died a long time ago."

"Even if Gou survives, he is definitely not Master's opponent!"

In the eyes of the king of Yasha, the innate great master is not a martial arts immortal in the tenfold realm.

He has been trained to be a leak-free body, locked in his blood, and has lived in the world for five hundred years.

The end of life is here, the end is approaching, and the vitality is withered. How many points can be left in a single skill?

Even if the great leader survived the world, he would just add another life to his master.

Gan Napo wanted to say something, and suddenly three bronze chimes sounded.

The voice of Qingyue echoed in Taiwei Hall.

She remained silent, looking at the emperor Zhou who walked out slowly and sat down.

Behind him are Wu'anhou and the young princes.

The banquet began.

At first, they played singing and dancing, and then the Yuanmeng delegation sent representatives to talk with the officials of the Ministry of Rites and exchange alliance books.

Gan Napo, who was sitting still, didn't bother with those mundane affairs.

She was very presumptuous, staring at the majestic Emperor Da Zhou in the upper head.

He just felt like a golden old dragon sitting cross-legged on the nine-five throne.

Outwardly strong and medium-dry, air luck is attenuated.

But the Wu'anhou from Dazhou, like a round of scorching sun, showed his fierce dominance.

The remaining princes have nothing to pay attention to.

Mediocre and mediocre.

From this we can know that the Great Zhou Dynasty has been defeated.

"what……"

Gan Napo, who is proficient in gaze, and good at strategy, narrowed his eyes slightly, and fixed the child sitting at the end of the prince's seat.

Yasha King Moro seemed to be aware of it, and followed his line of sight.

A look of surprise suddenly appeared on that ferocious face.

The two Eight Buddhisms of the Imamage Palace of Maha looked at each other and understood what they wanted to say.

"Born Buddha!"

"Reincarnated soul boy!"

Gan Napo suppressed the impulse.

When the exchange of alliance books is over, the night banquet is about to end.

She just stood up, walked to the court, and said:

"The saints of the Great Zhou Dynasty, I have always heard that the Chinese martial arts are strong in China, the martial arts is like the stars in the sky, there are countless, and the heroes are like the pearls of the sea, endless."

Beautiful appearance and soft voice.

The beauty of Gan Napo's hue and the wonderful body.

In an instant, the minds of many people in the hall were drawn.

He turned a deaf ear to the content of the words and just nodded.

"Humph!"

Wu'anhou frowned slightly, flicking the table with his fingers, making a crisp sound.

Such as Hong Zhong Dalu, awakening the people who are in psychedelic.

"Naughty voice and beauty, the axe of bonebreaker saw it too!"

The upright temperament Taifu Wen was not confused. He scanned the officials in the hall with stern eyes, and shouted coldly.

Those officials who were not determined and determined, bowed their heads, embarrassed and embarrassed.

"Well, Madam, don't be too harsh."

Zhou Tianzi waved his hand. He has the emperor's dragon-qi body to protect him from the interference of ordinary martial arts.

"The saint has also said that it is natural for the mouth to taste, the eye to color, and the ear to sound."

"The King Miaozhu didn't do it deliberately. He practiced martial arts to the depths, and his every move can manifest his spirit. Why make a fuss."

Gan Napo bent over slightly, clasping her hands together:

"Thank the saint for his generosity."

"When I left the Maha Boundless Palace, Master once said that he has always longed for the customs of China, and he is more eager to prove martial arts with the masters of Zhongtu and learn from each other."

"My brother Moro, who doesn't understand etiquette, said a lot of offensive rhetoric, but he was just to attract martial arts masters in the capital city and fulfill his wish for the master."

Listening to Gan Napo's slow and timid words, the hall was silent. I don't know what the female prince was going to say.

"There is an old saying in the middle of the world, "The teacher has something to do, the disciple takes his work.""

"Therefore, the saint of Great Zhou Dynasty, I am willing to use the five thousand war horses of Yuanmeng Grassland in exchange for an opportunity to prove martial arts!"

Uproar!

Shock!

doubt!

As soon as Gan Napo said this, he immediately caused a fierce reaction.

The five thousand war horses of Yuanmeng grassland, this gift can be said to be precious.

During the heyday of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there were 400,000 frontier troops.

In addition, the Tianjing garrison, as well as official horses and stage horses, total about 900,000.

But with the long absence of war, Ma Zheng has been neglecting year by year, and now it has been reduced by nearly half.

Although Emperor Zhou had the intention to reform, there was no good way to do it for a while.

Gan Napo even said that he would use five thousand Yuanmeng war horses in exchange for verifying what he had learned with the martial arts masters of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

If it's a free gift!

This sale is really a bargain!

"Who do you want to talk to? Wu'anhou?"

Zhou Tianzi asked with a smile.

"Wu'anhou has a profound skill and has been famous for decades. Where is it that we can compare."

Gan Napo shook her head slightly and looked at the head of the Prajna Hall, Master Yuanhui, who is steady and motionless, like an old tree rooting in the earth.

"I have long heard that Tianlong Temple is superb in Buddhism and martial arts. I want to have a look today. I don't know if it is okay?"

Tianzi Zhou looked at Wu Anhou, who was sitting below the chief, and seemed to inquire.

The latter nodded slightly, and the realm of Master Yuanhui was far more than that of King Maluo of Yasha, and even His Holiness Gandapo Miaozhu.

"What do you think of the master?"

Zhou Tianzi looked at the skinny old monk who was sitting on his seat again~www.NovelMTL.com~ he couldn't help it. "

Master Yuanhui's muddy eyes moved slightly and agreed.

"Since it is a fight, there is a lot of money."

Gan Napo said again.

"I don't know the saint of Da Zhou, what equivalent are you going to use to make a bet?"

Tianzi Zhou was taken aback for a moment, and seemed to react, and said with a laugh:

"What did the King of Faith have been in, you might as well just say it."

Gan Napo smiled softly, like a spring breeze, raising her hand and pointing:

"I think the eleventh princes of the Great Zhou Dynasty are predestined with my Buddha, and they can be the contemporary heirs of the Maha Boundless Palace!"