Empress: My senior brother is too salty

The first ray of sunshine in the sky swayed the earth.

Dispel the darkness and illuminate the world.

In the imperial city that has been bustling all night, this matter has become silent.

All the vendors on the street came out, and a few scattered neighbors walked out of the gate and went to eat breakfast at the stalls they frequented.

The imperial city is rarely full of life.

But it didn't last long.

The door panel of an inn was removed, and a group of teenagers dressed in Zongmen costumes walked out under the leadership of the elders of the Zongmen.

As soon as such a scene appeared, it seemed that the imperial city was awakened, and the doors of inns opened one after another, and teenagers in different colored costumes, like a river, converged towards the martial arts field.

When familiar sects meet, the elders of the sect who lead the team will greet each other with a smile.

When encountering hostile sects, they would not hesitate to ridicule them.

The disciples behind him stared at each other very cooperatively, no one was convinced by the other.

All of a sudden, the entire imperial city became lively.

The first-class sects from various states entered the martial arts field one after another, and under the arrangement of the court personnel, they each found their own positions.

After entering the Martial arts arena, these first-class sects seemed to have seen something terrifying, they stopped chatting and arguing almost at the same time, and sat down in their seats and closed their eyes to practice.

A group of men in black stood at the judges' seat in the martial arts arena.

Dressed in black, with embroidered scimitars hanging from their waists, all of them are serious and serious.

This group is none other than Zhenmosi Zhenmowei.

The one guarded by Zhenmawei is the commander of Zhenmasi, Lu Ping.

Needless to say, Lu Ping's identity, just being a cronies of the emperor is enough for him to overlook all living beings, not to mention that he is still a strong man in the Taoist palace.

However, it is not Lu Ping's identity that makes these first-class sects behave so well-behaved, but his means.

He has been in charge of Zhenmensi for 60 years, and the rule of "beheading first and then playing, the imperial power franchise" has left Lu Ping with a reputation for decisive actions and vicious methods in Daqian.

Although the Zongmen family would scold Lu Ping as an eagle dog of the imperial court secretly, but his prestige is here, and he still has to work hard on the surface.

Lu Ping opened a slit and looked around at the crowd entering the arena.

"How many sects have entered the arena now?"

"Returning to the Commander, eight first-class sects have entered the field, and there are still nine who have not yet entered. Neither the Promise Sect nor the Four Great Sacred Grounds have arrived."

Behind him, Zhenmasi Qianhu responded respectfully.

Lu Ping nodded lightly, hummed, and continued to close his eyes to rest.

That Qianhu didn't dare to say a word anymore. There were so many people sitting in the huge martial arts arena, and all of them were silent because of one person. Lu Ping's name can be seen from this.

Time passed little by little, and several sects entered one after another.

They saw their acquaintances and wanted to say a few words, but they were stopped by the other party. After being signaled by the other party, they saw Lu Ping in front of them, and felt a burst of fear for a moment.

There was an eerie silence until a group of people dressed in black walked in.

The middle-aged man in the lead noticed Lu Ping immediately, but he didn't pay attention to it. Instead, he went his own way and laughed heartily.

"Everyone came so early, why are you sitting here in a daze?"

"This……"

The sect leaders present looked at each other in blank dismay.

I thought that the Promise Sect was too tough!

Didn't you see Lu Ping on it?

Disturbing him to take a break made him unhappy, and maybe even implicated us.

"Ahem!" A leader of the sect said bravely, "Friend Wang, it's better to keep silent, don't offend Commander Lu and cause trouble for the Wuji Sect."

"It's okay, it's okay, today's Tianjiao's martial arts competition is a big event, how can we not make it lively, it also represents the face of the court, Commander Lu will not care."

Wang Yang waved his hand indifferently, and bowed to Lu Pingyao from the air.

"The Promise Sect, Wang Yang, has met Commander Lu."

"Well, sit down when you come."

Lu Ping waved his hand lightly, not looking angry.

The person who persuaded Wang Yang just now looked surprised, thinking that Lu Ping has changed his mind today?
How did you become so easy-going?
Although Wang Yang took the lead, the others did not dare to make loud noises under Lu Ping's pressure.

The Wuji Sect is not very afraid of Zhenmasi, because the Wuji Sect has a Taoist palace.

But they don't!
The strongest in the sect is at most a pure land state, which is good.

What's more, there are only one or two dust-slashing realms in charge.

They didn't even dare to breathe, so they could only practice quietly.

Wang Yang shook his head secretly as he looked at a group of first-class sects who were timid.

This is the result of insufficient strength.

A strong sect does not mean that it has any backing.

It's about one's own strength. No matter how strong the backing is, the two parties are only interested in the relationship, and they are not as reliable as their own strength.

Their Promise Sect is well aware of this.

In the past, they rose up next to the Ten Thousand Immortals League, and they didn't realize how aggrieved it was until there was a Dao Palace in the sect.

The League of Ten Thousand Immortals has been firmly suppressing the Wuji Sect, so that they have no chance to stand up.

After finally waiting for Buddhism to decline and the Wuji Sect to have a chance to rise, the four holy lands took action together, and the Wuji Sect was regarded as dead.

The Promise Sect, which was dispersed as a resource of Buddhism, didn't get a single bite, and all of them ran into the mouths of the Four Great Sacred Lands.

It is conceivable that the Promise Sect is in dire straits now.

Fortunately, Huangtian paid off, and they finally caught a chance.

And this is still supported by Emperor Qian.

As long as we seize this opportunity, the Promise Sect will ban Buddhism and become the new Fifth Holy Land.

Thinking of this, Wang Yang glanced at the little saint beside him.

"Wu Chi, behave well, the sect will depend on you in the future."

The little holy son Wu Chi licked his lips, and said, "Master, don't worry, no matter if it's the Taoist Buddha or the holy son, they are not my enemies. I will beat them to the ground one by one."

"It's good to have confidence." Wang Yang nodded in satisfaction.

At this time, another group of figures appeared at the entrance.

Blood-red costumes, each with a red ribbon tied around their heads.

The leader was a woman with a haughty look on her face, she walked up to Lu Ping and sat down beside Lu Ping without even looking at them.

Regardless of the surprised gazes of everyone present, the woman poured herself a cup of tea, brought it to her mouth and took a sip.

Lu Ping squinted at the woman, frowning slightly.

"Lingyun Pavilion, Huo Jiayujiao, you are sitting in the wrong seat."

Huo Yujiao glanced at Lu Ping, and said calmly, "Can't I, Lingyun Pavilion, be a judge?"

"You are not qualified."

Lu Ping was not polite, and Huo Yujiao glared angrily at the words.

"Commander Lu is so majestic that even I, Lingyun Pavilion, don't pay attention."

"Heh!" Lu Ping chuckled: "I have never paid attention to the Holy Land, let alone your Huo family."

"you!"

Huo Yujiao got up and looked at Lu Ping angrily.

Lu Ping looked at her without showing any weakness: "Go down and sit down."

"What a town magician, my Huo family remembers you." Huo Yujiao felt insulted and left angrily.

Qianhu behind Lu Ping asked puzzledly.

"Master Commander, don't we give any face to Lingyun Pavilion?"

"Ok?"

Lu Ping glanced at him, that Qianhu shuddered and shut his mouth hastily.

Huo Yujiao had a big embarrassment, and everyone present wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

There are 24 halls in Lingyun Pavilion, and each hall has a big family. Although their strengths are uneven, they all have Dao Palaces in charge, and they are not something they can provoke.

What's more, the 24 halls are in the same spirit, they laughed at Huo Yujiao, maybe they will usher in Lingyun Pavilion's revenge.

Not worth the candle!

Suddenly, a soft voice came.

"Who bullied my younger sister Yujiao?"