Chapter 67 Imperial Warrison

As soon as the face was torn off, the hall couldn't help but make an uproar. I didn't expect that the 'fifteenth master' in front of me was really fake, and the height of this change of appearance actually blinded these old ministers.

"What's wrong with you?"

Prince Yu's eyes stared at the boss and pointed to the man who had regained his original face. He was so angry that his beard on his chin was upturned.

"Father, this is what the fifteenth master asked the child to do. I just want to see if the old man's vision is really so powerful. Don't be angry."

"Bad boy, it's really against the sky. You took over my advantage just now." Prince Yu can't laugh or cry. This farce is really a royal style.

"Uncle, don't blame the Phantom Marquis. Let's blame me for this." The loud voice sounded, and I saw a middle-aged man walking out of the scenes. As soon as he came in, his whole aura changed. Everyone immediately distinguishes the difference between true and false, which is a kind of dignity emanating from the bones and from the soul. One look and a gesture can make people feel themselves. This is the real fifteenth master, and it is likely to master the supreme figure of the imperial sacred weapon in the future.

"See you, Master Fifteen."

Mu Zifeng couldn't help worshipping. This person's face was too noble, and he was the real emperor. Although he did not understand the so-called divination, he only had a strange judgment at a glance.

"Please get up and take your seats quickly. Don't be restrained. This is not a court meeting. It's better to be casual." The fifteenth master sat in the right position, and he waved his hand, "Come on, add a seat next to Prince Yu for Mr. Zifeng."

The fifteenth master did this, which means that he agreed with Mu Zifeng's status. Soon there was an additional seat beside Prince Yu, occupying the second place, but everyone found that the special envoy of the king was not dissatisfied at all, but smiled.

"All ministers and workers, you must have received the news that the ancestor of the Daxing Chamber of Commerce has decided to help the prince with all his strength. This world-owned woman is Zhao Xiaotian, the heir of the Zhao family, and that is the wife of the Daxing Chamber of Commerce. As for this young queen named Zifeng, it is the King of Duanjiang and the King of Zhanjue who recommended Junjie and genius together. The fifteenth master's words revealed a strange magic. When he introduced it so casually, those confidants had a little more respect in their eyes.

"Gentlemen, let's toast a glass of wine together. After drinking, we will be friends and share honor and disgrace."

It is worthy of being a royal disciple who plays with power. His concise and clear words make Mu Zifeng feel good.

After a glass of wine, Prince Yu got up and said loudly, "Old Fifteen, today's brother Zifeng specially presented a generous gift."

"Father, why do you always call him a brother? Isn't everyone here different from generation?" The phantom sitting in the lower head couldn't help muttering.

"What do you know? Keep your eyes open." Prince Yu shouted with a cold face, and then waved his hand to open the box. With an order, the four blood-changing warriors who followed him took three steps forward, opened the lid of the box in his hand, and showed four heads.

"Ah..."

There was a sudden noise in the hall. The four heads looked like they were not dead. This is not the most important thing. The important thing is that the four of them are really not simple.

"This is the Zhongtian Marquis, Zhongshan Marquis, and two of them are martial arts masters in the iron-blood camp of the imperial court guard. What...what did they do?" The fifteenth master also stood up suddenly, and his breath was a little heavy.

"Laoshi is less and less interested in us. In the afternoon, he sent people to go to my palace to forcibly take away the king's special envoy, and he also said rudely, so Zifeng killed all of them in just more than ten breaths, a total of four martial arts masters and eight first-class overseas masters." Prince Yu's emotions are all high, as if they have returned to the hot-blooded battlefield. "Since Lao Shi is blind, we will completely tear him apart. Now with the addition of the King of Cut and the King of Duanjiang, our strength is not weaker than each other."

When Prince Yu said this, everyone's eyes immediately became shocked. They were all masters. Naturally, they knew how difficult it was to kill a master at the same level. Even if the secret technique is stimulated, it is impossible to win or lose in just a moment.

But a small blood exchange scene actually killed four martial arts masters in more than ten breaths, which is simply not done by ordinary people, that is to say, there is a mysterious power in this person's body that no one can resist. Once it breaks out, it has far exceeded the limit that foreign martial arts can withstand.

"But in order to have one more killer, I have borne everything. Later, we will discuss the countermeasures and let Lao Shi suffer a big dumb loss. Hahaha, after more than ten years, I finally laughed happily.

"Okay, with the help of such talents as Zifeng, I have made it clear that I will have a good fight with Lao Shi, and we will cheer for Zifeng for a drink together."

For a while, Mu Zifeng became the object of everyone's toast. Although he did not see him take action with his own eyes, Prince Yu's attitude to him, the heir of the Zhao family, could already explain something. What's more, the fifteenth master also said that he had two ancestors behind him, the beheading king and the king of Duanjiang. As long as the fifteenth master ascended the throne, he will definitely A great minister.

It didn't end until late at night. Everyone is a first-class master, so drinking some wine has no effect on them. When a group of people dispersed, Prince Yu took Mu Zifeng and others into the secret room. They had important things to discuss with the fifteenth master.

"Zifeng will introduce to you that this boy is the king's adopted son. Although he is also a master, this boy is unstable by nature. In the future, you can teach him a few lessons when you are free and let him know the truth that there are people outside."

Phantom Hou quickly curled his lips and said carelessly, "Godfather, you call him brother. What should the child call him? Besides, I already know how powerful he is, and I don't want to lose confidence in his hands.

"Bad boy, how can we martial arts be so particular about each other? How can you call it casual?" A few words of Prince Yu's dissatisfaction.

"Marquis, Prince Yu is right. Let's do whatever you want. Anyway, we are already on the same front, and it doesn't matter what we call it.

This is a small episode. Entering the secret room, everyone calms down.

"Zifeng, I urgently need a helper who can take on a big responsibility. If you and Xiaotian have any ideas, you can talk directly."

"The ancestor explained before leaving that everything was arranged by the fifteenth master." Zhao Xiaotian said respectfully that she was not like Mu Zifeng, and there were no secular rules in her eyes, so she still maintained a cautious respect in the face of the fifteenth master.

Mu Zifeng thought about it and then said, "I have cultivated to the bottleneck. Recently, I will try my best to find a breakthrough. I don't know if the fifteenth master can help?"

"You really caught up with this opportunity. The imperial arsenal will be opened in a month, and many martial arts geniuses will enter. This is the most important test before the Beijing Genius Competition."

The fifteenth master hesitated and continued to say, "However, when you enter the imperial arsenal, you have to live and die. Lucky warriors can even get heavenly martial arts. Unlucky warriors will die even if they are first-class masters. The imperial arsenal is opened every ten years, and many geniuses will fall into it every time, and many weak warriors will rise.

Mu Zifeng asked doubtfully, "Dare to ask the fifteenth master, where is this imperial arsenal?"

"A sleeping world, a world forgotten by the world."

Prince Yu said at this time, "A long time ago, there were great powers beyond the practice of air. Those who were no longer mortals. They can move mountains and fill the sea with their hands, blow out hurricane fires between their mouths, and teleport thousands of miles between steps. They can do everything. Later, for some reason, those great powers gradually disappeared. It is said that the sleeping world was left by them. It was sealed in a mysterious place by a force of something, and it seemed that it was not in our world.

Mu Zifeng was stunned. If he is not in his own world, is there really a sky outside the sky?

"Ha ha, when I heard this secret, my reaction was similar to yours. Zifeng, the Holy Yuan Empire is not the only powerful country in the world. In this world, there are countless masters with the same strength as the Shengyuan Empire, and there are many martial arts holy places beyond the imperial power.

"And those martial arts holy places exist to seal the key entrance to the sleeping world, so that the demons in it can't come out to make waves. Like Lingshan, the holy place of martial arts, because of his existence, the Shengyuan Empire and the six or seven powerful imperial dynasties around it can be passed on safely.

"Zifeng, Xiaotian, this matter is too appalling to spread, so you should keep it in mind. Lingshan, the holy place of martial arts, opened up a magical teleportation array in my palace. On the day it opens, the teleportation array will automatically shine. As soon as the trial time arrives, people who enter the imperial arsenal and survive will be automatically sent out. It's just that the transmission is random, and no one can guarantee where you will go. When the fifteenth master said this, his face was much more solemn. "There are all kinds of demons in the sleeping world, including powerful bone demons, powerful zombies, powerful giant beasts, powerful depraved human beings, and even the existence comparable to the practice of atmosphere. Although the probability of appearing is very small, there is no possibility of escape once you encountering it."

"Is the world full of crises and opportunities?" Mu Zifeng's eyes lit up. What a desirable and mysterious world.

"Yes, some weak warriors may be able to pick up a book of heavenly martial arts, peerless weapons, and various elixirs without doing anything. And some powerful genius masters will be killed alive if they are unlucky. And if you are lucky, maybe you can pick up a king-level martial arts.

"What, is there such a thing?" Mu Zifeng's voice improved a little. No wonder that place is called the imperial arsenal, and even king-level martial arts can be picked up. What a big shit luck.

"That's a precedent. The overlord became the king's ancestor because he got a king-level martial arts 'shocking shooting method' from there. That time, he also got a lot of elixir, the most powerful of which was a 'medullary elixir', but it was stolen by a slave beside him. Prince Yu touched his beard and squeaked his lips. "I heard that there was a trace of that dog slave in this royal territory a few months ago, and I don't know which lucky guy got it."

Mu Zifeng suddenly realized that the marrow-washing elixir he swallowed turned out to be overlord.

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