"We workers have the power to ......"

In the ruins of the Great Xia Palace, a group of warriors from the innate to the great grandmaster were singing neatly, waving the weapons full of true qi in their hands and desperately digging the wall, and hearing such a neat singing, Wang Cheng expressed considerable satisfaction.

In the past, in order to conceal his identity, Wang Cheng didn't change anything, but now that his identity is known anyway, he naturally doesn't care about anything, and when he is bored, he makes this song out for this group of people to sing.

This group of people are on the right path, the demon sect, and even the evil sect, the number reaches about 100 people, while singing sadly and angrily, while digging holes with the sword that they usually cherish in their hands, because this wall is really hard, it must be filled with true qi before digging, and the true qi is consumed quickly, so after a while, they have to stop and rest, and then another group of people go up.

Under the command of Huang Ze, this group of people has been divided into five shifts, digging holes alternately one after another, this kind of forced work is of course relatively negative, it was okay at the beginning, and even the singing was weak later, and the efficiency of digging holes was not very high.

Seeing this, Wang Cheng, who was sitting on the roof, said slowly: "I know the general direction of that treasure, and I have to dig up here to reach it." ”

It's just such a simple sentence, but it makes everyone's eyes light up, although they are not martial saints, they still want that treasure, but they didn't find any trace of it, so they retreated to snatch other things, but if you really dig through here, you can reach the place where there is a treasure, then the situation is completely different.

Even if there is a martial saint to fight, but they may not have a chance at all, everyone is lucky to think that they may have a chance to get that treasure, you know, that treasure can make people shatter the void, this is a treasure that any person in the rivers and lakes dreams of, as long as there is a little hope, they are not willing to miss it.

"Dig, dig quickly, don't let His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince wait."

Huang Ze urged for the first time, he had always been called a genius, but now he felt inferior when he saw Wang Cheng, not to mention that there was a martial saint of the same age as Wang Cheng, which made his heart full of unwillingness, but if he could get that treasure, he would have a chance to catch up with these people and surpass them, so he had to rush there.

With Huang Ze's conscientious foreman, and the treasures in front of them to attract them, everyone's enthusiasm suddenly became full, desperately digging holes, and the efficiency went up all of a sudden, and even the singing became much louder.

"This person's understanding of people's hearts is so terrifying, just one sentence has turned these people upside down, and he appointed Huang Ze as the foreman, it should also be seen that he is most eager for that treasure, right? Is he really only sixteen? ”

The silver-haired witch who was resting was secretly frightened in her heart, her eyes flashed, and she wanted to go up and get close to the other party, after all, the other party was only sixteen years old, although she was a martial saint, although she had scheming, but she should have no resistance to a big beauty like herself?

Who knows, the silver-haired witch hasn't walked to Wang Cheng's side yet, Wang Cheng has already looked at her with displeasure, and said: "Don't be lazy, go dig a hole if you can move, I kept your life to do this, if you don't even have this value, then you don't have to live anymore." ”

"I'm digging your head, such a beautiful lady actually uses it to dig holes, aren't they all others digging me?"

The silver-haired witch was very ashamed, but in the face of Wang Cheng's cold eyes, she didn't dare to make any mistakes, so she could only walk back and continue to dig holes, and when she saw her deflated, many people laughed mockingly, which made the silver-haired witch more and more annoyed.

"When I see the sect master, I must let her clean up this guy well, then again, this guy is only sixteen years old, if the sect master uses his means, he will definitely be able to let him worship under the pomegranate skirt, and by then, the strength of our demon sect will grow again."

The silver-haired witch was thinking like this, and suddenly, there was a fierce sound of breaking the air in the distance, and everyone turned their heads and saw a Taoist person shooting from a distance, Huang Ze saw this Taoist person, and immediately rejoiced, and shouted loudly: "Master! ”

"Zhige Daoist!"

The people of the righteous path also shouted happily, and even stopped digging holes, with this Zhige Dao person, the Eighth Emperor will not have to worry, after all, even if he is a genius, he is only a martial saint who has just been promoted, and he can't be the opponent of the Zhige Dao people.

As for the people of the Demon Gate, they were secretly frightened in their hearts, and they were afraid that the people of Ge Dao would come to eliminate the demons.

Seeing so many righteous people digging holes, and seeing that his precious apprentice seemed to have become a foreman, his brows furrowed secretly, and then his eyes turned to Wang Cheng, who was sitting there, and seemed to recognize the other party, and couldn't help laughing: "It turned out to be His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince, I didn't expect to see you here, tsk, the old man has lived a lifetime, and I really haven't seen a genius like you." ”

"As long as you don't die, there's something new every day."

Wang Cheng also smiled, stood up, and said, "Zhige Daoist, it's really good to meet you now." ”

This sentence made Zhige Dao people a little suspicious, and pointed at Huang Ze and asked, "His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince, I don't know what you are asking them to do?" ”

Wang Cheng said frankly and unfairly: "Digging a hole, I did something to Concubine Xiu, Concubine Xiu was in that direction, and now it is blocked, so naturally I have to dig a hole." ”

"Concubine Xiu, everyone?"

Zhige Daoren's eyes lit up when he heard this, he was naturally not stupid, he guessed that the place where Concubine Xiu and Liuli were located was the location of the treasure, so he couldn't help nodding and said: "I see, Huang Ze, you are doing a good job, supervise them to continue digging holes, you must find Concubine Xiu as soon as possible, protect her, and never let the treasure fall into the hands of Emperor Yonghe, otherwise it will be difficult for him to become the emperor of all generations." ”

"Hypocrisy."

Both the righteous and the demon secretly scolded in their hearts, they didn't go for the treasure, what did they say so compassionately, even Huang Ze had an urge to roll his eyes, he had always felt that the master was very indifferent, and the feeling was that the good things that appeared before were not worth enough, but, no matter what, he also wanted the treasure, so he began to urge everyone to work again.

The group of guys in the righteous path are very helpless, and they thought that there would be changes after the people of the Dao Dao came, but they didn't expect the result to continue to dig holes, compared to it, the people of the Demon Gate breathed a sigh of relief, continue to dig, as long as it is valuable, it will not be eliminated by the Demon Guardian.

At this time, Zhige Daoist thought of something, walked up to Wang Cheng and asked, "I wonder what His Royal Highness the Eighth Emperor thinks of Emperor Yonghe's approach?" ”

From the fact that the Zhige Daoist dared to walk to Wang Cheng's side, it can be known that he did not really put Wang Cheng in his eyes, although everyone is a martial saint, but this kind of hairy boy, Zhige Daoist instinctively despises the other party, and he is confident that his strength is stable above the other party, after all, he has been a martial saint for twenty years.

Wang Cheng said disdainfully: "The eyes of the rat are inched, what is there to do with the emperor of all ages, if it is me, I must use that treasure to soar." ”

"In that case, we can work together to stop this catastrophe."

Zhige Daoist said happily when he heard this: "His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince is also qualified to inherit the throne, once the immoral Emperor Yonghe is stopped, His Royal Highness the Eighth Emperor will inherit the throne with the cultivation of the martial saint, and it is natural for him to inherit the throne, and Lao Dao is willing to help the Eight Princes." ”

Wang Cheng looked at the Zhige Daoist with a smile: "Then may I ask the Zhige Daoist, what should I do with that treasure?" ”

Zhi Ge Dao's face was really thick, and he said: "Your Royal Highness the Eighth Prince, rest assured, Lao Dao is not the kind of greedy person, that treasure can be placed in the palace and used by everyone." ”

"Do you look at me like that's stupid?"

Wang Cheng smiled disdainfully and said: "I'm too lazy to play tricks with you, you are not qualified to do so, Zhige Daoist, give you two choices, either die or surrender to me." ”

"What?"

Zhige Daoren was stunned for a moment, it seemed that he didn't expect Wang Cheng to be so arrogant, not to mention him, those mining people were dumbfounded, these eight princes were too arrogant, he really thought that he was invincible if he was a martial saint, and he dared to provoke the old martial saint of Zhige Daoren like this?

"Young and frivolous, even if you are a genius, after all, you are just a teenager, before you used those words to stabilize the people of Zhige Dao, I still think you have a scheming, it turns out that you don't care at all, and you plan to directly subdue the other party, who gave you the courage to do this?"

The silver-haired witch shook her head secretly, feeling a pity in her heart, not because she fell in love with Wang Cheng, but because Wang Cheng was so frivolous, it was very likely that he would be subdued by their sect master, but now she was going to die at the hands of the Zhige Dao people, of course she was a pity.

In fact, this Zhige Taoist is not a Taoist priest, and his name is very peaceful, but he is extremely ruthless in his work, and he doesn't know how many people died at his hands back then.

Zhi Ge Daoren's face sank, and said: "His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince, it seems that you and Emperor Yonghe are also virtuous, you want to dominate the world, for the sake of the world, Lao Dao has to teach you a good lesson today." ”

"Just you old bastard?"

Wang Cheng snorted and said: "For the sake of your age, I will give you a chance to make a move, so that you can see how big the gap between you and me is, remember that this is my kindness to you, but my mercy will not have a second time, I hope you know this." ”

"Look for death! Stop fighting! ”

Even if he has been a hypocrite for many years, he was angry at this time, shouted, and slapped his right palm towards Wang Cheng, the palm was quickly covered with pure white light, and turned into a giant palm in an instant, faintly forming a charm composed of the word Zhige, and the surrounding air was controlled by the will of the martial arts, directly locking Wang Cheng there, making him unable to move, and he could only take this palm!

When the person is killed, the battle will naturally end, and this is the way to stop fighting! And the martial will of the Zhige Dao people is called control!

"Possession, what can control me?"

Wang Cheng snorted coldly, and the cold martial arts will exploded, causing the temperature around him to plummet, and the air was frozen, and those who were digging holes, even if they were all masters above the innate level, still felt that their souls were frozen and trembled.

"Sword of Death!"

Immediately afterwards, Wang Cheng's hand was on the hilt of the sword, and the long sword suddenly came out of the sheath, but the speed was not fast, but slow, extremely slow, so slow that everyone could see that the long sword was slowly being pulled out of the scabbard, and then slowly slashed towards the giant palm with a flickering ice light.

It is indeed very slow, but the strange thing is that the giant palm has also slowed down, everything around it seems to have become slow, and the people of Zhige Dao are secretly shocked, the other party's martial arts will is actually stronger than him, freezing the consciousness of everyone around them, causing them to sense the situation around them to slow down, this Eighth Prince is only afraid that it is stronger than he imagined.

At the same time, the long sword was still slowly cutting the giant palm directly, and even to the palm of the Zhige Daoist, but the Zhige Daoist was not easy to match, and at the critical time, he changed his move to dodge the long sword, and then the five fingers continued to flick on Wang Cheng's long sword, to shatter the long sword.

It's just that Wang Cheng also changed his moves, and the long sword was incredibly shocked five times at the same frequency as the Zhige Daoist, and all five times collided head-on with the fingers of the Zhige Daoist, and as a result, the Zhige Daoist not only failed to shatter Wang Cheng's long sword, but the five fingers became stiff because of the freezing.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Cheng's long sword suddenly turned into extreme speed between extremely slow, and attacked hundreds of swords towards the Zhige Daoist in an instant, and the Zhige Daoist tried his best to defend, but all his defensive trajectories were recognized by Wang Cheng, and each of Wang Cheng's swords was accurate to the point of unimaginable, and in the end, the defense of the Zhige Daoist was broken, and a sword stabbed him in the shoulder, he snorted and stomped hard, and the entire palace collapsed.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Zhige Daoist escaped from Wang Cheng's sword momentum, and looked at Wang Cheng who slowly walked out of the dust, but was not stained with any dust, and the wound on his shoulder was completely frozen, if it was not suppressed with his own true qi, he was afraid that the whole person would be frozen into an ice sculpture.

"How could this be?"

The group of guys digging holes were dumbfounded, completely unable to imagine what happened before, the veteran Martial Saint Zhige Daoist fought with the new Martial Saint Eight Princes, and the result was that the Eight Princes won, and the Zhige Dao people suffered a little loss, and even their shoulders were injured, but how could this be, it has been twenty years since the Zhige Dao people achieved the Martial Saints, and they can't even fight a sixteen-year-old boy?

"It must be Master's carelessness, that's right, Master's carelessness, and Master must be concerned about our safety and have restrictions, otherwise how could he be injured?"

Huang Ze muttered to himself, as if he was telling the truth, he must believe it, and then shouted: "Master, you don't have to worry about our safety, as long as we can kill this thief, we are willing to be crushed." ”

Because of jealousy, because of unwillingness, Huang Ze has long hated Wang Cheng, and at this moment, he would rather sacrifice himself to let the master win, and the surrounding righteous path and demon sects have no such thoughts, and they plan to flee farther, after all, the Martial Saint War is very terrifying.

"Good boy."

Hearing this, the Zhige Dao people, who had always been heavy-faced, suddenly found a perfect excuse, and shouted while sweeping into the distance: "Eighth Prince, dare to fight from afar, if Lao Dao didn't have any scruples just now, how could he be stabbed by you?" ”