Empress, don't make trouble, I'm really a gentleman

Qinglong and Zhao Longkong are two characters in their respective teams. Although the weapons they use are not magical weapons, they can still be easily done by blowing hair and cutting hair and cutting iron like mud.

Now, these two weapons, which can be called magical weapons, are held by Wang Zhi's flesh like that, unable to move at all.

Inside the weapon, the true essence is wiped out, and the divine power is not revealed.

How powerful is this?

Zhao Longkong twitched slightly, noticing that Qinglong's dagger was only an inch away from his throat. If Wang Zhi hadn't caught it, he might have had his throat sealed just now.

He suddenly understood the origin of his sense of crisis.

Looking at Qinglong's posture, he really didn't intend to stop.

If Wang Zhi hadn't interfered in this match, Qinglong would definitely have been injured, and he, Zhao Longkong, would have fallen on the spot.

Wang Zhi's face returned to calm and indifferent, and he let go of the long knife and dagger.

"This competition, Qinglong won, Zhao Longkong, do you agree with me?"

How could Zhao Longkong disagree?
Wang Zhi, an old man, said that even if he really disagreed, he had to agree.

What's more, he did lose.

"Brother Qinglong lives up to his reputation, I admire you, I, Zhao Longkong, lost in this competition."

At this time, Zhao Longkong was quite upright, he said it frankly, and saluted on his own initiative.

Reaching out his hand not to hit the smiling face, Zhao Longkong gave face, Qinglong also cupped his hands and said modestly:

"Brother Zhao's strength is extraordinary, I am lucky to win."

The two boasted about their business, Wang Zhi nodded slightly when he saw this, got up and returned to his seat.

Many people on the field couldn't see clearly what had just happened.

They could only see that Zhao Longkong was so powerful that he completely suppressed Qinglong, but inexplicably Wang Zhi made a move to stop the battle, and then Zhao Longbai surrendered.

As for the specific details and reasons, few people can know.

A few people with good eyesight frowned, vaguely guessing the score.

"Boss is still so mighty, his heart-and-eye knife is getting more and more outrageous."

Fu An muttered softly.

Wang Ergou spoke up: "Yes, Boss Qinglong himself is extremely talented, and he has practiced so hard. It is not surprising that he can achieve today's achievements. He can also practice such a unique skill as the mind-eye knife to the point where it is almost incomprehensible."

Mind-eye knife, a peerless martial skill that Ji Wuchen's father dug up in a ruin of a former dynasty, after he perfected it, the difficulty of practicing this martial skill has been reduced, but the power has not dropped much.

This kind of martial art emphasizes on perceiving others with heart, so as to find flaws and kill with one blow.

Zhao Longkong only showed a slight flaw, but Qinglong sensed it, and almost spattered blood on the spot with a dagger.

The mind-eye knife is strong, but this kind of martial art is too demanding on the individual, and the mental burden of the practitioner is terrifying during the process of cultivation, and it is easy to cause serious internal friction and hurt yourself.

Therefore, Wang Zhi reminded Ji Wuchen that it is best for Qinglong not to practice this technique, for fear of his short life.

The bright moon hangs high, the evening breeze is gentle, and the time has come to the middle of the night without knowing it.

After watching the game, Wang Zhi was a little impatient, and wanted to turn around and leave—if Nangong Jing wasn't here.

The presiding official saw his impatience and didn't dare to say anything more. After announcing the rankings and announcing the rewards, he announced the end of the military exercise.

The Dream Team is a well-deserved dark horse in this military exercise. From being ridiculed at the beginning, to its strong rise later, it has attracted the attention of countless people.

Among the top ten places, the Dream Team won five places very strongly, and even No.1 is a member of the Dream Team.

"What is the origin of this dream team? I bet, they are definitely not the private army of some nobleman, but a terrifying iron-blooded team!"

"Dream Team... such a strange name, does anyone know the meaning behind this name?"

"Who is the general of the dream team? Is it the ones on the high platform?"

The soldiers talked a lot, and they were all interested in the powerful mystery of the Dream Team.

They don't understand why they haven't heard of such a terrifying team before.

"Look, everyone pays close attention to the Dream Team and wants to know which general is standing behind them."

Nangong Jing heard everyone discussing and joked to Ji Wuchen.

The treacherous minister smiled slightly.

"It's normal. Gold always shines. We are too strong, so it is easy to attract attention."

Ji Wuchen was brazen and boasted directly.

The empress was used to his thick skin and didn't care.

"Speaking of business, I will go to the palace later, I have something I want to explain to you."

Ji Wuchen was taken aback for a moment, looked up at the sky, and then looked suspiciously at Nangong Jing, the surprised and suspicious eyes made people feel uncomfortable.

Nangong Jing suddenly became angry from embarrassment, and felt a sense of panic that his mind had been punctured, and his face turned red.

In the middle of the night, what did you call Ji Wuchen to the palace for... definitely not to serve the bed!

"You! Look at what I do!"

In her panic, the Empress even forgot to call herself "Zhen".

Ji Wuchen hesitated and said: "Well, Your Majesty, the night is too late, I think, I think we are progressing a bit fast, I need to get used to it."

God, the progress is a little fast!

Nangong Jing was in a hurry.

"You! Forget it, you can go or not! If you don't come, forget it!"

The empress had a dark face, she really wanted to give Ji Wuchen a shot.

The latter smiled.

"Okay, it seems that there is really a business, then, let's talk later? Let's just say that I won't spend the night in the palace."

"Who cares if you spend the night in the palace!"

Nangong Jing became even more angry, gritted his silver teeth lightly, turned his head away, and ignored Ji Wuchen.

Speaking of which, she is a well-established emperor, and she never shows her emotions...but for some reason, she frequently reveals her true feelings in front of Ji Wuchen.

Ji Wuchen couldn't laugh or cry.

"Okay, Your Majesty, can't I be wrong? I know I was wrong. Your lord has a lot, so let's spare the little one."

Nangong Jing looked cold and refused to look at him.

"I just want to talk to you about something serious, and I have a close relationship with you. If you have any frivolous intentions, you will be humiliating yourself."

Ji Wuchen's smile stiffened slightly.

The empress' tone was too cold, with a bit of the majesty of the emperor, which made people feel a sense of distance and strangeness.

Speaking of which, this was the first time Nangong Jing had shown him the emperor's posture.

Is she setting boundaries with me on purpose?Press me with majesty?

Also, what do you mean by that, I'm humiliating myself?

Ji Wuchen also put away his smiling face, his expression became indifferent.

"I see."

He smiled wryly in his heart.

Nangongjing, oh Nangongjing, I turned my face against Uncle Yong for you, offended Tianxuanmen, and have a delicate relationship with Li Zhonglian... You say I am humiliating myself?

That's right, I was just asking myself for shame, everything is just a system task.

Besides, you are an aloof empress, I thought this kind of thing would impress you... I was thinking too much.

Ji Wuchen's heart was slightly cold, that lazy and easy-going aura disappeared, and his whole person became stern and upright.

After the empress opened her mouth, she felt that her tone was too harsh and wanted to ease it up, but happened to sense the change in Ji Wuchen's momentum, and she was speechless for a while.

Ji Wuchen...is he angry?