The prince lacks training: the royal concubine

Nearly half of the viewing platform was vacated as a ring, and the remaining half was set up with a number of seats, all facing the west.Jiufang Yunyi and his daughter sat in the middle, and the four followers stood behind them like a pole.The twelve sects are arranged on both sides, and they are seated casually in the order of first come, first served.

There was a long mat in front, three square tables, and three futons, which should have been prepared for the three eminent monks serving as arbitrators in Qingliang Temple.

Hai Weilan, Yuan Qiyan, and Junzhu sat in the middle seat on the south side. On the left was the lone ranger Nan Yiweng, and on the right was Mei Zhihe, the owner of Meiyinzhuang, with his male apprentice Wan Robbery.That female apprentice should have stayed at the residence to take care of Mei Hanfeng who was injured by Chang Bao.Probably knowing that they and Chang Bao were in the same group, Mei Zhihe and Wan Jiesheng looked at them with hatred in their eyes.

Yuan Qiyan ignored them and sat cross-legged in meditation.Junzhu drank tea quietly while protecting Yuan Qiyan.Hai Weilan approached Nan Yiweng and chatted enthusiastically with him.

In fact, Nan Yiweng is only in his 40s, but he became obsessed with practicing kung fu, and all the hair on his body turned white, which is why he got the title of a Weng.This old man is very bright and talkative, he has the charm of an old urchin, and soon became friends with Hai Weilan. [

Just as they were having a lively chat, Jiufang Yunyi stood up.He glanced left and right for a round, and then ordered loudly: "Since the heroes of the twelve sects have all arrived, let's get off the bridge!"

"Yes!" The men in black who guarded the side of Guyue Mountain agreed in unison, untied the iron chain with a clatter, and lowered the pontoon, leaving only a section of iron chain hanging on the huge iron bolt.

"Why did you put the bridge down?" someone asked dissatisfiedly.

"That's right, that's right, what does it mean to put down the suspension bridge?" Someone also shouted from the side of Wangyue Cliff, "Isn't it a trick?"

Jiufang Yunyi smiled slightly, "Heroes, today is the last day of the gathering of sages, where the twelve sects will decide the winners and losers. In order to allow the masters of each sect to concentrate on the duel without external interference, this is the end of the day. The bridge is broken, for fairness and peace. Rest assured, once the competition is over, I will order someone to pull up the suspension bridge again. Besides, I and my daughter are also here. If I play tricks, wouldn’t I even fold myself into it? "

The last sentence played a key role, and everyone felt at ease.

This wave was just flattened, and Bi Bo rose again, a burly man stood up vigorously, "Master Jiufang, we have been fighting for a few days, but we haven't even seen the mysterious shadow of Tiangang Divine Art, are you also Time to show it to us?"

"That's right, we all tried our best to come here, but we didn't expect the bamboo basket to fetch water in the end!"

"Yes, yes, come out and open our eyes!"

People from various sects and watching the battle on Moon-watching Cliff agreed one after another.

"Everyone!" Jiufang Yunyi poured some internal energy into his voice, suppressed the clamor, and said with a smile, "Since I, Jiufang Yunyi, have invited heroes from all walks of life, I will naturally not go back on my word and deceive you. I plan to take out the things and let everyone see what happened!"

After speaking, he shouted loudly into the void: "Three masters, please show up!"

Before the words were finished, there was only the sound of fluttering robes, and three figures jumped up from the crowd, striding all the way through the void, crossing the abyss more than ten feet wide, and landed on Guyue Mountain in unison ...