Zhao State, which is worthy of being one of the eight major parliamentary states, has a strong enough background.

Each of the sixteen warriors brought by Zhao Tianwu was rewarded with a hundred-year-old dragon blood ginseng. Sixteen Xuan Qi Realm martial artists, every time they came out, they could cause a burst of exclamations. The god-like methods shocked the eyes of many people.

There are people like Mu Shan, who are infinitely powerful, as if the giant spirit god is reincarnated.

There is also an invulnerable being, who is covered in copper skin and iron bones.

There are also freelanders who can travel thousands of miles a day and have a body like a lightning speed.

There are also assassins who can appear behind you unnoticed, assassinating the invisible.

Zhao Tianwu's sixteen martial artists seemed to have taken away all the light.

"Zhao Tianzhuo, what skills do you have to invite the martial artist?" At this time, Zhao Yin thought of Zhao Tianzhuo's side, but when he saw Yang Mucheng and a few people, he was suddenly a little interested. On the opposite side, there are dragons crossing the river, and there are people like mountain carvings, but here are two or three small fish and shrimp, which is simply not worth mentioning.

"This is Liang Xiao, this is Zhang Jiao, this is Wang Desheng......" Zhao Tianzhuo's face turned red with shame, so he could only stand up and hurriedly introduced. "These seven people are half-step Xuan Qi martial artists. ”

"Hahahaha......"

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of unscrupulous ridicule in the palace.

Zhao Tianwu even more bluntly mocked:

"Big brother, is this the master you invited before? Seven half-step Xuanqi martial artists, do you think they can still be put on the stage?"

That's right.

If you hadn't seen the sixteen Xuan Qi Realm martial artists on Zhao Tianwu's side, perhaps the civil and military officials would still be a little shocked by these seven half-step Xuan Qi. It can be seen that after those Xuanqi martial artists' god-like methods, half-step Xuanqi doesn't seem to be nothing.

"Xuanqi Realm martial artist, I also have one here!" Zhao Tianzhuo straightened his neck and pointed at Yang Mucheng with a hard head. "Master Yang, he is also a Xuanqi Realm martial artist!"

"He, then what is his record?" said Zhao Tianwu with a smile.

Zhao Tianzhuo said: "To deal with the Xuanqi Realm martial artist, he only needs one move to be able to kill him!

Mu Shan and Deputy Wei looked at Yang Mucheng and sneered.

With their kind of existence, if they want to deal with a martial artist of the same level, they have to make dozens of moves at the fastest before they can win or lose. One move to kill, that is a huge gap in the strength of the two sides.

And how old is Yang Mucheng?

It is unknown whether he has the cultivation of the Xuanqi Realm, and whether he can kill the Xuanqi Martial Artist is even more unknown.

"Bald Liu, Liu Yuanchang?" Deputy Wei laughed and said, "Although that kid is a tyrant in the mountains, if you want to kill him, I only need one move!"

"Is that no record?" said Zhao Tianwu with a smile. "And where did he come from?"

Zhao Tianzhuo was speechless.

How did he know the origin of 'Yang Shi', and he didn't even know his real name. It was only when I met him halfway and saw that he was good at it, so I invited him to come to Zhao Kingdom.

Zhao Yin showed a hint of impatience, waved his hand, and said with interest: "Since they are all strong in the martial arts world, widows can't favor one over the other. Come on, give each of them a thousand-year-old blood ginseng!"

Zhao Tianzhuo's face turned pale.

At most, the thousand-year-old blood ginseng is only a heavenly spirit and earth treasure of the upper grade of the spiritual level, and the existence of the hundred-year-old dragon blood ginseng, which is a low-grade yellow rank, is not only tens of millions of miles. He knew that he had lost this time, and it was too thorough.

The little eunuch came to everyone with a thousand-year-old blood ginseng.

Zhang Jiao and a few people looked at the thousand-year-old blood ginseng in their hands, and a trace of humiliation flashed on their faces.

"My lord, this is your blood ginseng!"

The little eunuch looked at Yang Mucheng with a smile.

Yang Mucheng sat on the Taishi chair, flat and stable, but he didn't mean to reach out to pick it up.

"Master Yang, what's the matter, are you not satisfied with the reward of the widow?" Zhao Yin frowned slightly, becoming more and more displeased.

"I am also a Xuanqi martial artist, why am I so far away from Mu Shan and Wei Deputy?They are the lower grade of the Yellow Rank, but I am the lower grade of the Spirit Rank!" Yang Mucheng raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Zhao Yin lightly. "The gap is too big, how can you satisfy me?"

Zhao Yin sneered and said, "Master Yang, you have no record and no background. If you are unwilling, you can show your true skills. If it is a god-like method like Mu Shan and Wei Wei, I can also reward you with a hundred years of dragon blood ginseng. ”

"Master Yang!"

Zhao Tianzhuo shouted excitedly.

He thought that Yang Mucheng was silent, and he thought that the other party had accepted his fate. But now that the other party is willing to make a move, he still has a glimmer of hope.

"This kid said earlier that we are monkeys, I want to see what he is capable of!" Vice Wei clenched his fists and sneered.

"Arrogant, I'll find an excuse to kill him later!" Mu Shan snorted coldly.

Yang Mucheng walked to the front of the main hall.

I didn't see him make any movements, he just stepped lightly on the soles of his feet, and a wave of internal energy gushed out. I only heard a loud 'bang', and the copper tripod that had been smashed on the ground by Mu Shan before was 'buzzing'. With a flick of the long sleeves, a light white handprint immediately burst out.

'Bang!'

The dull sound rang out.

The tens of thousands of catties of copper tripods were smashed apart by this palm under the shocking gaze.

"Hiss~ This kid ......" Mu Shan's eyes closed.

He relied on the dual role of internal strength and physical strength to raise the copper tripod. And the other party, relying only on the power of internal strength, shook the copper tripod. It was even more casual to slap it into pieces.

The smile on Deputy Wei's face disappeared suddenly, and he stared at Yang Mucheng as if he were facing a great enemy.

The rest of the warriors also sat upright, and they didn't dare to have the slightest contempt.

In the palace, there was a dead silence.

Everyone watched in amazement.

"This ......"

"Real people don't show their faces!"

"It's too strong!"

"Master Yang is a good method, I will also reward you with a hundred-year-old dragon blood ginseng!" Zhao Yin clapped his hands and smiled.

"Not enough!"

Yang Mucheng shook his head.

Zhao Yin frowned and asked, "Then what do you want?"

"At least you have to have a thousand-year-old dragon blood ginseng!" Yang Mu said.

"That's the treasure of Zhao Guo!"

There was a burst of exclamations from the crowd.

Zhao Yin frowned slightly, he didn't expect Yang Mucheng to have such a big appetite, and he actually directly targeted this thousand-year-old dragon blood ginseng.

Zhao Tianzhuo's complexion changed greatly.

'The reason why we were able to invite so many masters in the martial arts world was to take this thousand-year-old dragon blood ginseng as the ultimate reward, and Master Yang directly asked for the thousand-year-old dragon blood ginseng, I am afraid that we will directly make a feud with those martial artists invited by the fifth sister!'

Zhao Tianzhuo thought in his heart and hurriedly looked at it.

Really.

The grumpy Mu Shan had already taken a step forward, and shouted angrily: "Boy, how can you be virtuous, what qualifications do you have to take the thousand-year-old dragon blood ginseng?"

"Of course I'm qualified!"

Yang Mucheng smiled faintly and looked at Deputy Wei and the others: "Just because my strength is stronger than all of you combined." ”

PS: Thank you for the four tips of the white paper painting ● ~ There is a change at ten o'clock tonight ~

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