The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

"Look at that Taoist priest riding a donkey over there."

The crowd was in a commotion, and then they saw a Taoist priest riding a donkey outside Wusheng City, holding a green bamboo stick in his hand.

He was wearing a loose Taoist robe, his face was clean and fair, and his expression seemed to be carefree and indifferent.

"If my guess is correct, he is the Taoist Qing Yuan who is ranked second on the Divine Machine List. It is said that his weapon is a green bamboo joint, which has infinite variations. His strength is very strong."

"It seems that in the battle between the first and fourth place on the Divine Machine List, the second-ranked Taoist Qing Yuan is not willing to be outdone, so he came here like this."

"You are talking nonsense. In the entire Kyushu Continent, there is only one Taoist priest who can ride a donkey. Plus, he has a weapon in his hand. If he is not Taoist Qing Yuan, then could it be you?"

The arrival of Taoist Qingyuan, who was ranked second on the Divine Machine List, increased the anticipation among the onlookers.

"I once heard that Taoist Qing Yuan was also very dissatisfied with Zhang Wanxiang's ranking first on the Divine Machine List, so he once fought with Zhang Wanxiang. It is rumored that Zhang Wanxiang won that battle, but as for the final result, it has never been reported."

Someone looked at the Taoist Qingyuan who appeared and couldn't help but said slowly.

"Taoist Qing Yuan is no match for Zhang Wanxiang. If he defeated Zhang Wanxiang, he would not have been ranked second on the Divine Machine Ranking."

The people next to him also had a very clear analysis.

"Your comments are a bit harsh. I don't fight or compete, and I have never fought with Zhang Wanxiang, a coward. Please stop making random guesses."

At this moment, countless rays of light suddenly burst out from the depths of the eyes of Taoist Qingyuan, who was riding on a donkey, flashing with coldness and murderous intent.

He glanced at the people behind him who were talking about him, his face full of displeasure, and without disguising his voice, he insulted Zhang Wanxiang outside Wusheng City.

After being warned by Taoist Qing Yuan, those people immediately became silent and kept their mouths shut. Their faces changed drastically, for fear that Taoist Qing Yuan would be furious and kill them all.

"Hey, don't be so scared. You can't talk about me, but you can talk about that bald donkey, the Holy Hand Buddha. He was once defeated by the coward Zhang Wanxiang."

Taoist Qing Yuan had a smug smile on his face, and his expression was cunning as he looked at the people who had just been talking.

"Master Qingyuan, if you keep talking nonsense outside Wusheng City, don't blame me for being merciless!" As soon as Master Qingyuan finished his angry curse, a majestic voice resounded in the sky outside Wusheng City.

sizzle...

Outside the entire Martial Saint City, the onlookers couldn't help but gasp. They didn't expect that the Martial Saint Zhang Wanxiang had already started paying attention to the outside of the city.

I secretly weighed it in my heart and felt that Zhang Wanxiang must have taken Huang Xiaofeng's challenge very seriously.

"Hmph! Zhang Wanxiang, I was right when I said you were a coward. You are really capable. Why don't you come out to Wusheng City and fight me?"

When Taoist Qingyuan heard Zhang Wanxiang's threatening voice, he was not afraid. Instead, he was eager to try. He grabbed the green bamboo joints in his hands, which were flashing with green light. Cracks appeared around the bamboo joints, which could be transformed into endless bamboo threads.

"You are just showing off your eloquence. If you have the ability, you can learn from Huang Xiaofeng and come to the top of Wusheng City to fight me!"

Zhang Wanxiang's voice was cold and he was obviously angry.

"Hahaha... Do you think I'm that fool Huang Xiaofeng? Wusheng City is your territory. The luck of heaven and earth can be used by you. You will naturally be at a disadvantage in battle."

Taoist Qing Yuan sneered when he heard this.

"Just wait! After I have dealt with Huang Xiaofeng this time, don't run away!" Zhang Wanxiang said coldly. His voice and breath disappeared completely. It was obvious that he didn't want to bother with Taoist Qingyuan anymore.

When Taoist Qingyuan heard Zhang Wanxiang's words, a hint of fear was clearly revealed in the depths of his eyes, and he couldn't help but pinch the green bamboo joint in his hand.

In fact, he was also very clear about Zhang Wanxiang's strength. It was just that as he was ranked second on the Divine Machine List, he was really unwilling to accept it. But he really couldn't beat him. What else could he do except to show off his eloquence?

"Venerable Daoist Qing Yuan, I didn't expect you to be one step ahead. I have been defeated by Zhang Wanxiang before, but you were so scared before the fight even started that you rode your donkey and ran away."

At this time, a middle-aged monk in a cassock appeared. His eyes were golden and it was said that he was born with Buddha's eyes. However, although he was a monk, he had a wine gourd and two pieces of delicious dog meat hanging around his waist.

That's right, there was endless Buddha's light surrounding his body.

"The Holy Hand Buddha, who ranks third on the Divine Machine List, is here too."

The onlookers looked at the monk not far from Taoist Qingyuan with horror on their faces.

It seems that the battle between Zhang Wanxiang and Huang Xiaofeng is indeed very attractive.

"Dog Meat Monk, you can't beat Zhang Wanxiang, that's your business. As long as I don't fight him, I will always be ranked second on the Divine Machine List, and you will always be third, haha!"

Taoist Qingyuan was very happy to see the arrival of the Holy Hand Buddha. He simply lay flat on the donkey, crossed his legs, and looked as if he was so angry that he wanted to kill himself.

Upon hearing this, Holy Hand Buddha gnashed his teeth in hatred, but he was also very clear that if he took action, he might not be a match for Taoist Qing Yuan.

It's just that this guy calls him the Dog Meat Monk every time they meet. Even though what he said is true and he has liked eating dog meat since he was a child, it still sounds particularly harsh and unpleasant.

Time just passed by minute by minute.

The area outside Wusheng City was becoming more and more lively, and the time for Huang Xiaofeng to arrive in Wusheng City to challenge Zhang Wanxiang was getting closer.

However, during this waiting period, the Holy Hand Buddha was so overwhelmed by the Taoist Qingyuan's constant calling of "Dog Meat Monk" that he attacked the Taoist Qingyuan directly. The two fought for dozens of moves in succession, but there was no clear winner, which satisfied the onlookers.

In the end, the Holy Hand Buddha took a bite of dog meat, drank a sip of wine, and stopped cursing in indignation.

During this period, the Wan Snake Hand, who was ranked fifth on the Divine Machine List, arrived and caused quite a stir. This person had not appeared in nearly fifty years.

Wan Snakeshou is also the only woman in the top five of the Divine Machine List. She is wearing a jet-black robe, and although her skin is a little loose, it cannot conceal the charm and seductiveness in her expression.

However, as soon as she arrived, some men who could not control their eyes suffered a great loss. Just by looking at her a few more times, one of their eyes was away from the light and became a one-eyed dragon.

From then on, no one dared to peek at the Ten Thousand Snake Hands, even though it was very beautiful.

In the following time.

Another old man wearing the robe of the national master came. He was very old, really old, with white hair and even his beard was white. His face was full of wrinkles, which made him particularly creepy. He was the sixth strongest national master ranked on the Divine Machine List.

It is rumored that this Grand Prime Minister was the last state minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty who survived the fall of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The other powerful men from the Great Zhou Dynasty who survived with him was General Zhao Guang, who was ranked seventh on the Divine Machine List. He was wearing heavy armor, had a hunched body, held a long spear in his hand, and had a sharp gaze. He was like a charge of thousands of troops, and he was here too.

As time passed, the area outside Wusheng City became extremely lively. Almost all the top ten strongest people on the Divine Machine List had arrived.

Xie Gao, the white-faced bookworm ranked eighth on the Divine Machine List, had a very white face and held a book in his hand with many erotic paintings on it, all of which were exquisite and attracted many people. However, people with weaker cultivation would have nosebleeds when they saw those erotic paintings, and the blood would keep flowing. In the end, when the blood was completely drained, they would die on the spot. Later, no one asked him to read books anymore.

……

"Old Huang is about to fight Zhang Wanxiang, are we really not going to go and take a look?"

Yan Nishang frowned slightly. Ever since they destroyed the Ding family overseas, Ye Feng seemed to have lost interest in continuing.

He took them to travel around the mountains and rivers all day long and was extremely leisurely. Sometimes, this guy would transform himself into an ordinary citizen and drink tea, chat and play chess with those ordinary people who had no cultivation. He was really cheerful and was deeply loved by everyone.

"What are you going to see? Those people have suppressed their cultivation to the peak of the Grandmaster for so many years. Their realm is very high. Once they break through to the Land Immortal, they may step into the second realm. Even if Lao Huang can't beat Zhang Wanxiang, his ability to escape is no problem."

Ye Feng was leaning against a big tree, enjoying the sunshine from above his head with a look of comfort. Not far away, dozens of bird cages were hung on the branches of several willow trees. The sound of birds singing could be heard from time to time, which was particularly pleasant to the ears. In the distant mountain stream, the brook was flowing, and a group of egrets flew towards the sky, startled by something.

Upon hearing this, Yan Nishang couldn't help but nodded, thinking that what Ye Feng said made sense.

The top ten masters on the Divine Machine List have reached the peak of Grandmaster for many years. If we talk about realm, even she, a master of the second realm of land immortals, may not be as powerful as them?

"Two orioles sing green willows, and a group of egrets ascend to the sky."

"The window contains the eternal snow on the Western Hills, and the door is moored with ships from Dongwu that have traveled thousands of miles."

Ye Feng murmured slightly and smiled slowly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a bright glow appeared.

At the end of the stream in the distance, the river is flowing, winter seems to be coming to an end, and the boatmen are beginning to prepare.

"Don't worry, spring goes and autumn comes, cold and heat never stop, everything will have a beginning and an end, and Lao Huang's challenge will also have a result from the beginning to the end."

Ye Feng stood up. The great poet of that time described the "Anshi Rebellion" as being about to end.

He now describes the battle as having ended from the beginning.

"Alas, I don't know how you can be so carefree. Even a land immortal like me feels inferior to me."

Yan Nishang followed Ye Feng, with a look of surprise flashing in the depths of her beautiful eyes.

How on earth did this guy do it? His speech is so eloquent and exquisite that it is no exaggeration to say that.

……

Outside Wusheng City.

It is the last day of another year in Kyushu Continent, and the sun has just risen in the distant sky.

Many people in Kyushu Continent were trapped in inner fear.

The last day of every year in Jiuzhou Continent means night, when the immortal and Buddha world will absorb the luck of heaven and earth in Jiuzhou Continent.

An old man in a gray robe, holding a wooden box in his arms, holding a wine jug in one hand, and drinking continuously.

Waves of wine aroma spread around.

"Huang Jianke, where did you buy the wine in your gourd? I'll go buy some."

The Holy Hand Buddha smelled the aroma of wine and was the first one who couldn't help but asked Lao Huang.

"You can't buy the wine I gave to my young master, haha!"

Old Huang held the wine gourd and walked towards the top of Wusheng City with a big laugh.

"What does Huang Xiaofeng mean? When did he have a young master?"

"Why have I never heard of him? Who is his young master?"

"I do not know either?"

Old Huang's words rang out, leaving everyone looking at each other in bewilderment.

"This stingy guy is as stingy as ever!"

The Holy Hand Buddha did not take Lao Huang's words seriously. He just thought that Lao Huang did not want to share the wine with him, and could not help but complain.

"Zhang Wanxiang, I, Old Huang, am here!"

The old figure of Lao Huang suddenly appeared on the top of the city wall of Wusheng City. His body, standing there, suddenly became straight, as if endless sword light burst out from his body. The sword intent on his body was pervasive, as if to tear the void apart.

"The sword power of this guy is so strong!"

"His strength may have really improved."

"You think Huang Xiaofeng will really defeat Zhang Wanxiang?"

Taoist Qing Yuan and other powerful people, feeling the sword intent emanating from Old Huang, could not help but look surprised and couldn't help but speak.

"Huang Xiaofeng, more than ten years ago, you were no match for this Saint."

"Today, you are still defeated by my sword."

Zhang Wanxiang's majestic voice sounded, and he took a step forward. He was wearing black soft armor and holding a big knife in his hand. He was full of majestic aura and appeared on the top of Wusheng City. He was hundreds of meters away from Lao Huang.

"I said it more than ten years ago that a sword is always stronger than a knife."

"I'm here to prove this point. Let's do it!"

Old Huang picked up the wine gourd and swallowed several mouthfuls of wine. Then his eyes burst into endless sword light and the sword energy in his body burst out.

As he took a step forward, he clapped his hands on the wooden box, and the box opened with a sound, along with twelve long swords flying out.

call out!

With a sound of breaking through the air, Old Huang raised his arm, looked towards the distant sky, and said, "The thirteenth sword, I, Huang Xiaofeng, want to borrow a sword from heaven and earth!"

boom! boom!

Just as Lao Huang finished his words, the twelve swords that were originally in the wooden box rose up with the wind and hovered in the sky above Wusheng City.

The thirteenth sword beam fell from the sky, like a sword of heaven and earth, containing the great way of heaven and earth and the momentum of swordsmanship, and descended on Lao Huang. At this moment, he turned into the thirteenth sword.

Hua Hua Hua...

The strong men watching outside Wusheng City felt the majestic sword intent emanating from Lao Huang. The sword art contained in it also became more intense, and their faces changed drastically.

"No wonder this guy dares to challenge Zhang Wanxiang. He has entered the realm of unity between man and sword."

"It's incredible. Now this battle is getting even more exciting."

"Now I think Huang Xiaofeng might win!"

Just then, the sword light pierced through the sky and earth.

Some people began to change their minds and began to think that Lao Huang could defeat Zhang Wanxiang.

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