Zhao Ⅰ·Bu Weiyue

"When you're awake, you're awake, and it won't end well if you waste your patience with this king."

Wang Qingming listened to the thick and majestic voice, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then he opened his eyes and sat up. "The way the barbarian king treats guests is really—special?" He said and shook the shackles.Yes, he is in prison.Ever since he was taken away, sent out, and imprisoned, he was always awake.

"A guest? A guest is someone who can bring benefits to me, you, right?" A pair of eagle eyes, full of calculations.The barbarian king was tall and strong, with a ferocious face, in Wang Qingming's eyes, he really didn't look like a good person.

Wang Qingming smiled, "According to the barbarian king, we should be able to negotiate terms. Why don't you talk about your terms, Xiaosheng has already made a judgment." He also began to think in his heart.He and the Zongheng family had changed their family robes since they entered the wild land, and the only people who knew their whereabouts were Tianfu Mountain people.Tongxuan is the number one doctor in Zhongzhou, and the head of Zongheng Patriarch Feishu came to invite Shui Yunji to go, but he did not explain in detail the cause of the sickness of the injured. Comfort".It can be seen from this that strategists are aware of the existence of dark poison and have ways to treat it.He tested the poison with a secret technique, and on the five people, there were indeed only two types of potions, and the sixth potion, that is, the potion of the Young Master Zongheng, had been overturned.Thinking about it, it was the young master who really needed treatment.And Zongheng and Manhuang have also reached an agreement, the content is that as long as Shui Yunji is attracted, the poison of Young Master Zongheng can be undone.Shui Yunji was born with an alluring appearance, and Wang Qingming also speculated whether it was because of her appearance that Man Huang wanted to attract Shui Yunji.Of course, if it was because of her posture, Wang Qingming would not be here.Manhuang should have an important person suffering from an incomprehensible disease, and only Zhongzhou Tongxuan can try it.The cause and effect are immediately clear.

The barbarian king sneered. "Young man, do you know that this king wants the Sect Master Tongxuannan to come? You are a disciple of an unknown sect, and you are not qualified to negotiate terms with this king."

Wang Qingming acted as if he was hurt, and said in a dejected tone: "Xiaosheng thought that a song in Tianfu Mountain could change Patriarch Zongheng's outlook, but he didn't think that the Weishan Qingxian he was talking about was still a small sect disciple."

The barbarian king raised his eyebrows, "Oh? It's frivolous." Sure enough, he didn't deny his connection with Duan Feiyuan. "My king's condition is that you use the Xuanqin method to get rid of my son's demonic obstacles."

Wang Qingming rubbed his blood-stained wrist, and said: "Then Xiaosheng's condition is that you owe me a favor at any time."

"People from Zhongzhou, have you forgotten that you are a prisoner of this king? This king can let you die immediately, or life will be worse than death."

Wang Qingming continued: "Then all your calculations will be in vain."

The four eyes meet, fearless and confident.The barbaric people are born with golden eyes, seeming to take over the streamer.Wang Qingming saw all kinds of emotions in those eyes. Although the barbarian king was sixty years old, his eagle eyes were still shrewd and sharp.The two stalemate for a while, only to hear the Man King shout: "My son is of great significance to the whole Manhuang clan, and no loss should be tolerated. If there is any mistake in my child, this king will slaughter a hundred thousand people from Zhongzhou to be buried with him."

Wang Qingming stopped fighting for quick words, and when the barbarian king ordered someone to open the prison door, he dragged the shackles and walked out.While heartbroken: "The relationship between doctors and patients is really tense." Fortunately, some courtiers released the heavy imprisonment on the grounds that it was inappropriate to disturb the prince's rest.

Surrounded by sandcastles all the way, Wang Qingming felt that the outside world was far from the inside of the prison.The hot sand and stones under his feet half covered the long-dead scorpions.Leafless campanula trees can be seen everywhere, singing sad songs due to the wind.The sky and the earth are the same color, and the eyes are boundless.Wang Qingming wears a moon-white gown and combs his hair with a silver flowing cloud crown, which looks out of place among the barbarians decorated with animal skins.Even if he walked out of the cage, even if his clothes were stained with ashes and torn in many places, his elegance and arrogance remained intact.

Led by the Man Wang, seven or eight guards surrounded the rebellious Zhongzhou native and walked all the way to the prince's bedroom.

I saw that in the huge dormitory, the decorations had long been emptied, and there were traces of swords and blunt objects everywhere on the walls, pillars, floors, and even ceilings.Only a goose-yellow gauze curtain hangs from the top, separating the soft couch from the people outside.The misty tent opened, and a well-dressed woman walked out, her beautiful and dignified face was covered with tears.That woman must be the mother of the wild Empress An, the only prince.Wang Qingming took a good look at her, and looked at her facial features, she didn't look like a barbarian.

Anhou was exquisite and petite, and was held in the arms of the barbarian king. "My lord, he still hasn't gotten better." The voice trembled slightly, with a crying tone.

The Man Wang remained silent, patted her arm reassuringly, and turned to Wang Qingming and said: "Cure the emperor, and you will get the guarantee of Man Huang."

The waiter brought the moon surplus that had been paid earlier.Wang Qingming hugged her with her left arm, and lightly stroked the seven strings with her right hand, the sound of mountains and flowing waters sounded instantly. "Hey~ It's not a guarantee, it's a favor."

With a calm step, he stepped under the feet of the people from Zhongzhou.The light-yellow tent for calming the nerves was drawn up, and the prince on the couch had already entered his eyes.The man showed no signs of waking up, and black air enveloped the Yintang.His brows were furrowed, his teeth were clenched, and he was sweating like a waterfall.Looking closer, the seven orifices are faintly blood-colored.

Wang Qingming saw that the zither spell cast by the person in front of him was indeed one of the five tones of the Northern School, Duopojiao.But Tongxuan and Manhuang have never intersected, so why did the Northern Sect's zither curse appear on this Manhuang prince.Doubtful in my heart, I stretched out my right hand to explore, but my wrist hurt.A rough hand that was full of calluses due to years of martial arts, was firmly imprisoned.Wang Qingming thought "not good" and wanted to get rid of it, but there was no way.Another qi-gathering fist hit the doctor's chest hard.Wang Qingming suddenly felt his blood surging, and his body hit the stone pillar.The mouth is full of fishy sweetness, and the clothes are dyed vermilion.

Coughing up blood, Wang Qingming got up holding the zither, with a slightly gloomy expression.Could it be that Duopijiao has entered the second stage?Wang Qingming's thoughts flew by, he stepped on deceitful steps, avoided the punch of the wild prince, his body was as light as a swallow, he retreated with the wind, and opened a distance.In the nine days of Duopojiao, there will be nightmares, and in half a month, the house will be seized, and there will be no life in the dark days.It has been at least twelve days to observe the prince's condition.

"My king will help you." The barbarian king ordered An Hou and others to retreat, and he blocked them with his fists and palms.

Wang Qingming retreated to the corner of the wall, injected air into the string, and the blue light appeared slightly.With a light drink, his right hand moved in unison, and a piece of "Soul Soul" was poured into his ears along with the mighty waves of air.

The wild prince is fiercer than him, and the name of the goshawk spreads far and wide.Fast, flexible, and ruthless.The barbarian king wanted to protect his son, but against the frustrated Lie Yuhe, he was injured after a few moves.Fortunately, Weishan Qingxian lived up to its name, in the rolling melody, Lie Yuhe's movements were slow and sluggish, and the leaked qi also restrained a bit.

It took three quarters, the barbarian king seized the right moment, and split his palm at his neck.

At the end of "Soul Soul", Wang Qingming raised his eyes and saw that the barbarian king was exhausted, his face was bluish, and his left hand was hanging down weakly, it was already broken.

"The prince is really brave." Wang Qingming sighed.

The barbarian king snorted, placed Lie Yuhe on the step, opened the door and left.

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①Goshawk · Lie Yuhe: The only prince in the wild.