Fighter of the Destiny

If Tianhai Zhanyi can't guess the identity of that person by this time, then what qualifications does he have to compete with Tianhai Shengxue for the position of head of the family?

Back in Ten Thousand Willow Gardens, he had even mentioned this possibility, and once said that if it was really that person, he would really like to meet him.

Who would have thought that if he really met that person tonight, what would he do next?

Only then did he know that any advance assumptions were meaningless, because before the real situation occurred, people often had more courage than their true selves - he could not do anything now, not even have the courage to look at the other person. nothing.

Nowadays, few people compare that person with other strong men of the younger generation, not because that person’s level of strength has far surpassed that of his peers, but because that person has long transcended the category of so-called young geniuses. He is no longer a A common man, but a true saint.

Looking at the figure on the broken bridge, Tianhai Zhanyi's body was extremely stiff, and he desperately wished that he had not appeared tonight.

Zhu Ye was still coughing.

The head of the Zhu family seemed to be injured more seriously than people expected. He was coughing very painfully. He lowered his head and bent his body, unable to straighten his body at all, as if his lungs were about to be destroyed by the cough. Then he raised his right hand with some difficulty and waved it. The masters of the Peerless Sect understood, stepped forward to support him, and then retreated into the night.

After seeing the face of the man on the bridge clearly, Ning Shiwei's face became ugly. At this time, watching Zhu Ye retreat, his face became even more gloomy.

Because he understood.

Zhu Ye kept coughing painfully just to keep from raising his head. As long as he doesn't raise his head, he won't see the person on the bridge, or in other words, he won't let the person on the bridge see him. In this way, he can pretend that he saw nothing before, sees nothing now, and does not recognize the other party's identity.

Ning Shiwei's reaction was not as fast as Zhu Ye's and there was no way to pretend, so what should he do?

At this time, Tianhai Zhanyi also woke up. Looking at Zhu Ye and others retreating into the night at an unimaginable speed, he cursed the old fox in his heart.

The masters of the Peerless Sect helped Zhu Ye retreat, and there were still many people around the snow lake.

There was no longer the sound of the divine crossbow being cocked, the sound of the blade being unsheathed, the sound of metal grinding, the solemn and heavy breathing, and there was complete silence.

The soldiers of the crossbow camp and the masters of the Tianhai family had vaguely guessed something at this time, and they were extremely nervous.

Breathing seemed to have stopped, and the originally short period of counting breaths became very long in people's eyes.

The solemn figure covered in armor finally bowed towards the center of the lake.

Looking at this scene, everyone felt like they were surviving a disaster.

If he insists on not kneeling, no matter how tonight ends, how many of the hundreds of people present will survive afterwards?

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"Ning Shiwei, Songshan Military Mansion, pays homage to His Majesty the Pope."

Ning Shiwei knelt on one knee in the snow and mud on the shore.

Tianhai Zhanyi was kneeling not far away, his head lowered, unable to see clearly the emotions on his face.

The sound of metal friction broke the silence of the snow lake again, and it sounded densely. It was not the sword being unsheathed, but the deformation of the armor.

Hundreds of people knelt down in the snowy woods by the lake, facing the figure on the bridge in the lake, and shouted in unison: "Greetings to His Majesty the Pope!"

People's voices were very neat, and some were trembling slightly. I don't know whether they were nervous, excited, or timid.

The young man was obviously uncomfortable. After a moment of silence, he said, "Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The sound of armor rubbing together sounded loudly again.

The young man said: "Let's go."

Countless pairs of eyes fell on Ning Shiwei and Tianhai Zhanyi.

Tianhai Zhanyi's face was pale, and he pressed his thin lips tightly without saying a word. He looked a bit stern, but finally had a bit of the stubbornness of a young man.

Ning Shiwei said expressionlessly: "I will obey your Majesty's order."

There was the sound of the scraping of armor and the sound of hurried footsteps.

The slush was trampled to pieces, which seems to be the state of mind of many people at this time.

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Let's break up.

With a simple word, everyone dispersed.

The torches are gone, the stars are shining again, the night is getting darker and quieter.

In an instant, the snow lake returned to its previous appearance when no one was disturbing it. There were only the young man and woman on the broken bridge, and those people in the pavilion who could not leave.

The young man is naturally Chen Changsheng, who has disappeared for two years, and the girl in black is the little black dragon, who now has a name, Zhusha.

The snowy lake was quiet and beautiful. Chen Changsheng looked at the lotus leaves in the lake and silently thought about things.

It is normal for someone to find clues about themselves through Cinnabar Pill.

Those people discovered that the owner of the Cinnabar Pill was themselves, so they retreated without a fight, which was normal.

——Probably only the madman Xiao Zhang dares to take action against the contemporary Pope under the watchful eyes of so many people.

But when the two things happened together normally, something appeared abnormal.

It was obvious that both those in the pavilion and those who had just left were characters being taken advantage of.

It seems that things tonight are not over yet.

The Snow Lake was very quiet, as if nothing had happened before. There were no rocks falling from the sky, no strong men surrounding the lake, no killing people in the fog, and no blood-stained lake or the rain of crossbows that almost came out. But the wooden bridge is still broken after all, the lake is still red, and those people have been here after all, so it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

He glanced at Cinnabar.

Zhu Sha rolled her eyes at him - after all, it was a giant black frost dragon. Even the little girl rolling her eyes had a different effect. It was expressed with the strange vertical pupils, which looked extra white and expressed her emotions very clearly - but According to his wishes, Xueting's restriction was lifted.

The general led the people out of the pavilion and knelt down to worship without daring to speak.

Anwar was extremely agitated, but his movements were still meticulous and he looked extremely pious. When he thought about his previous rudeness to His Majesty the Pope, he couldn't help but become nervous.

As for the Mr. Sheep who had lost his hand, his face was even more pale, and he was extremely frightened, thinking that he was probably dead.

"Get out of here as soon as possible, something will happen later, and I may not be able to protect you by then."

Chen Changsheng did not turn around and looked quietly at somewhere in the snowy ridge.

There is endless night there, and it seems that there is endless danger hidden there.

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Somewhere in the snowy ridge, Tang Qiye was also looking at the same night.

The former Bishop of Yinghua Hall and his subordinates from Wenshui looked at him with awe in their eyes. At this time, everyone naturally knew that Tang Qiye had actually known the identity of the owner of the Cinnabar Pill for a long time. Now that he thought about it, it was obviously an appearance that he had been suppressed by Zhu Ye, Tianhai Zhanyi and others.

As expected of the master of the Tang family, he is indeed calm and sophisticated in his methods. If this is a knife-borrowing game, then what he borrowed tonight is undoubtedly the fastest knife in the world. Even if Zhu Ye and others are quick to see the opportunity, even if Chen Changsheng's temperament is still as peaceful as before, if this matter is known to the palace, how can the state religion let it go?

But why is there no proud look on Mr. Tang Qi's face, but he is so solemn?

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(This chapter was too hard to read, mainly because there are three clues in the big plot that is about to unfold. I have always been the worst at writing things like changing scenes, so I had a headache for a long time on how to get into the topic. In the end, I decided to go straight to the point and kill someone. Have fun.)