The most powerful minister in the world

Three days later, Guo Zitong led Feng Zhuoyi out of the restaurant.

Feng Zhuoyi looked at the layout map of Li Mansion in his hand, patted Guo Zitong on the shoulder and said with a smile: "How do you know that I want to enter Li Mansion to touch the road?"

"Haha," Guo Zitong pointed to his temple, "Anyone with a brain can understand it immediately. Okay, you've got the drawings, and the rest has nothing to do with me. Goodbye."

Just when Guo Zitong was about to grease his feet and run away, Feng Zhuoyi grabbed him back with a smirk on his face.

"Hey, good brother, can you give me another defense map of the perimeter of Li Mansion?"

Guo Zitong pushed his face away and roared: "You think I'm a god!"

Suddenly, Feng Zhuoyi's face was stunned: "He is really a god..."

"I'm sick. I haven't even drank yet, and I've already started talking nonsense. If there were gods, how could there be so much nonsense in the world?"

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Feng Zhuoyi turned his head towards the city wall.

Guo Zitong rubbed his eyes: "Fuck, there really is, no, that's Yan Lao!"

"The sage of Confucianism and martial arts, the sage of words, the elders of words?"

With an excited look on his face, Guo Zitong took Feng Zhuoyi's hand and ran towards the city wall to follow him.

"Hey, slow down. If Yan Lao hangs in mid-air, there must be a strong enemy coming. Fortunately, you are not afraid of death because you are powerless!"

"You know what the heck, if you don't join in the fun, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

On the tower of the east city gate of Kyoto, Yan Sheng was dressed in plain white long-sleeved Confucian robes, holding a sword in one hand, and the autumn wind blew his robes, giving him a majestic look.

Under the city gate, beside the road between two mountains, Nan Ye Jiadi Lu Qing, Fourteenth Poison Hand He Lianxiong, Tyrant Sword Song San, Sword Demon Ye Tianming, and Maya Patriarch were waiting in formation.

Patriarch Maya recited the Buddha's name and took a step forward: "Almsgiver, you are a great master, is it possible that you have to meddle in such nosy matters?"

Yan Sheng's body was surrounded by true energy, and the space around him seemed to be in chaos.

"Old bald donkey," Yan Sheng put the sword behind his back, "You, a monk who meditates and chants Buddha, can take care of it, why can't I take care of it?"

He Lianxiong seemed to be dissatisfied with Yan Sheng's condescending and calm appearance. He stamped his feet and flew to hang in the air to face him from a distance.

"Yansheng, you have withdrawn from the world and hid in the court for too long. Today's world is no longer what it was back then. Do you think you are still a nightmare for practitioners in the world?"

He Lianxiong was very arrogant, with a provocative and disdainful sneer on his slightly dry face.

"Even if you are a Grandmaster, you can't stop the five of us from entering the capital today!"

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Yan Sheng suddenly appeared behind He Lianxiong at some point. He suddenly trembled and quickly evacuated the place.

The speed was so fast that even the afterimage of him was left in the previous position, but Yan Sheng was faster and grabbed his neck with one hand before he could stabilize his body, just like lifting a chicken.

On the watchtower near the city gate, Guo Zitong and Feng Zhuoyi were stunned.

Feng Zhuoyi murmured: "I am here for this trip to the capital. Who would have thought that the all-powerful Transformation Realm would look like paper in front of Yan Lao."

Guo Zitong raised his nose and smiled: "This is the third time I've seen Yan Lao take action. Hehe, it was also the first two times..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Zhuoyi quickly interrupted him and signaled him not to interrupt.

In mid-air, Yan Sheng's hand was twirling around, restraining He Lianxiong so that he could not resist.

Suddenly Yan Sheng kicked He Lianxiong's butt a few times. Although it didn't hurt much, it was extremely insulting.

Yan Sheng muttered: "You brat, I can't lift the sword anymore, or are you too lazy?"

"If I hadn't looked at your sister's face, I wouldn't have spared you today just for your crime of massacre."

He Lianxiong suddenly changed his arrogant look and said, "Brother Yan, I was wrong. Please save some face in the air. How can I still act like this if others see me?"

Yan Sheng kicked him again: "Now that I know how to call you brother, what did you do earlier?"

"Hey, brother Yan, the city I massacred in Xia was a famous city of evil people. The people there were all the bastards who burned, killed, and looted!"

Hearing this, Yan Sheng smiled slightly and waved his hand before throwing He Lianxiong to the ground.

When the other four masters met Yan Sheng's cold eyes, their hearts trembled.

These masters of the Transformation Realm who have been famous in the world for a long time now dare not breathe in front of Yan Sheng.

Seeing this, Lu Qing, Emperor Nanyejia, sighed and twirled his beard, and began to think about it in his heart.

There is no one in the world who does not have a sage of words in the capital, and no one with a brain wants to get into trouble with this.

But Liu Ningmei gave him so much that it was hard to refuse.

We are now in a dilemma. We will definitely not be able to beat him. Even if we are lucky enough to injure Yan Sheng, the five of us who are missing arms and legs will probably be considered minor.

It was impossible to enter Beijing by force, but how could we deceive this Confucian and martial sage?

While Lu Qing was thinking, sword ghost Ye Tianming suddenly flew into the air and bowed to Yan Sheng.

"Senior, I no longer care about the appointment of the Liu family. I just want to ask my senior for some sword skills."

Yan Sheng looked at Ye Tianming, who was already a sword cultivator in the Transformation Realm in his early forties, nodded with some appreciation and said with a smile: "Among the younger generation of sword wielders in this generation, you are the only one besides Liu Taibai, oh, and... There is an Ananda who can catch up with him if he picks up the sword heart."

Ye Tianming had an indifferent look on his face. Faced with Yan Sheng's praise, he forced out an ugly smile: "Yan Lao praised you. The sword master Liu Taibai who cut off Shengzhan Lujiang with a sword on Dongyang Mountain is a well-deserved master's subordinate. The number one sword cultivator, and the number one on the martial arts evaluation list, the juniors cannot compare to him."

Yan Sheng twirled his beard and said: "There are six major sword houses in the world today. Although there are many people with outstanding talents, I think it is better for the lottery to fall on casual cultivators."

Ye Tianming drew out his sword, and the billowing true energy circled around: "Old Yan, back then a sword immortal came out of the Gu family in Jiangnan, which made the family prosperous for two hundred years. You are the sword immortal today. If I can live in your hands for a few years, I think it will be of great help, please give me some advice."

Yan Sheng twirled his beard and thought for a moment, then put his sword behind him and made a stroke with his left hand, and several withered yellow leaves flew to his side and circled.

"What a good young man. I can't bear to let you see my swordsmanship and cultivate your inner demons. I'll just play with you for a while."

Ye Tianming nodded slightly to show respect: "Lao Yan said this, no one in the world dares to refute it, so that's fine, this junior can ask for advice."

On the watchtower, Feng Zhuoyi exclaimed from time to time, and what he saw was jaw-dropping and dumbfounded.

That day, the sword energy carved countless scratches on the east wall gate of the capital.

Ye Tianming was defeated at the forty-sixth move, and the blood on his arms was flowing. He thanked Yan Sheng excitedly and turned around to leave.

Yan Sheng looked at the remaining people and asked coldly: "For the remaining few, do you want to come up and give it a try, or should you all come together?"

Ba Dao Song San practiced the long-lost Ba Wang Kung Fu, which focused on moving forward indomitably.

But now he doesn't even have the slightest fighting spirit.

Yan Sheng snorted coldly, and after condensing the true energy of the long sword in his hand, he suddenly swung it in the direction where they were.

Wherever the sword energy went, it was devastated and a chasm was drawn in front of the four of them that was a hundred meters long from north to south.

"In this case, anyone who crosses this line will be killed without mercy."

Nanye Jiadi Lu Qing, He Lianxiong, Ba Dao Song San, and Patriarch Maya all looked at each other, sighed and walked away.

Only He Lianxiong suddenly turned back and shouted to Yan Sheng in mid-air: "Brother Yan, my sister is not married yet, how about I help you two get married?"

Yan Sheng chuckled and said, "Get out."

He Lianxiong was so frightened that he picked up his hem and ran away.