"You're transported to another world at the same time? What the hell is King Arthur?"

Fan Xian doesn't think he's a weakling. After all, he's a seventh-rank expert. A while ago, when he went to the Lin residence to meet Lin Wan'er, he ran into Ye Ling'er, whom Fan Sizhe had mentioned.

The two started fighting immediately.

He still had the upper hand. You have to know that Ye Ling'er is a descendant of Grandmaster Ye, and is known as a master among the younger generation. How come she is like a small fish in Zhang Tian's mouth?

"Good heavens! That's not a cute way to say it!"

Fan Xian initially thought Zhang Tian was mocking him, but he soon realized from Zhang Tian's explanation that the exquisite duel between Uncle Wu Zhu and Shadow involved hundreds of rounds of chess behind each move, which was extremely exaggerated.

He quickly realized the exaggerated extent of their strength.

It was simply because the shadow was already getting a little anxious.

The speed of his attacks became so fast and urgent that he was no longer visible, leaving only afterimages.

Fan Xian was so shocked he couldn't speak. "Is this even human?"

He lost.

Zhang Tian sighed, because the shadow was actually very similar to him. Because his true energy was insufficient, his attacks were fast and urgent. Once he could not make an effect during his peak period, he would then experience a rapid decline.

Shadow, on the other hand, has always been studying the art of assassination.

His strongest move.

That was the move that just emerged from the shadows and instantly killed Wu Zhu.

The killing move has not yet proven effective.

The speed at this moment looks fast, but it is just a desperate struggle. An assassin who has lost his composure and is only agitated is no longer a qualified assassin.

The exciting duel is coming to an end.

Zhang Tian felt a little regretful, then heard Fan Xian, who was only now realizing what was happening, gasp in astonishment, "What rank is that?"

This was somewhat beyond his imagination of humanity.

He felt deeply shocked.

"That mysterious expert has the strength of a ninth-rank master, and to be precise, he is a top-tier expert even among those of the ninth rank."

"Doesn't that mean he can defeat him...?" Fan Xian's eyes lit up immediately. "Then my Uncle Wu Zhu is even more powerful than a ninth-rank cultivator, a top-tier existence among ninth-rank cultivators!"

Zhang Tian shook his head and said solemnly, "No, the person you found is really terrifying. I didn't gain the upper hand at all when I fought him. It was as if he could see through every move I made. He's not a ninth-rank..."

"I can feel it."

"He had no intention of killing me, nor did he have any intention of killing that person. Otherwise, he could have killed us both within three moves."

Zhang Tian feigned shock and horror, and said with certainty, "He...he's a Grandmaster!!"

This wasn't him boasting about Wu Zhu's abilities.

This is the case.

The gap between a Grandmaster and a Ninth-Rank expert is terrifying; it's like the difference between a human and a god. Si Gu Jian, whose body was half shattered by Emperor Qing's punch, could have instantly killed a so-called peak Ninth-Rank expert even with a willow branch.

Ku He, who is not good at attacking, can crush Hong Sixiang, a half-step Grandmaster, with a single slap, and his second move can turn the opponent into a cloud of blood mist.

There were absolutely no rounds to discuss.

Fan Xian was utterly dumbfounded. "My Uncle Wu Zhu is a Grandmaster? He's a Grandmaster?!"

Just then.

Shadow could no longer hold on and was struck by Wu Zhu's staff again. The dagger in his hand disappeared somewhere. He gave a bitter laugh and sat there quietly, his hands trembling. He held his head, crying and laughing at the same time.

"What's wrong with him?"

Zhang Tian did not answer Fan Xian's question.

Because he knew very well that Shadow was now questioning his existence. You must know that Shadow had made tremendous efforts and sacrificed a lot to create that amazing sword strike in order to assassinate Si Gu Jian.

It was originally intended for Si Gu Jian.

They're kept alive to take the other person's life.

As it turns out, his move was completely useless. Despite being a sneak attack, Wu Zhu easily blocked it without causing any injury, and it was absolutely impossible for him to sneak attack and kill Si Gu Jian, who was also a Grandmaster.

Shadow felt like a joke.

Some people's Daoist hearts collapsed.

This is probably why Chen Pingping, even though he knew where Wu Zhu was, was unwilling to let Shadow go to find him; it's indeed easy to discourage people.

Fan Xian didn't get an answer, but he didn't care about the other person since he didn't know them anyway. Instead, he excitedly approached Wu Zhu and said happily, "Uncle Wu Zhu, you didn't brag to me when you were little, did you?"

"You are truly a grandmaster!"

He thought Wu Zhu was lying to him.

Then he asked, "Where have you been all this time? Do you know how dangerous it was for me in the capital? I almost died several times."

Last time I ran into Zhang Tian, ​​I almost had a major accident.

A few days ago on Niulan Street, I almost had another accident.

I've been in the capital for less than ten days.

They faced two more life-or-death crises.

Even though he was indifferent to life and death, he was still somewhat afraid.

Wu Zhu immediately lost his usual composure and appeared somewhat flustered. He hurriedly asked with concern, "Who is it? Are you injured? I'll go kill him!"

"Oh, it's nothing, I've taken care of it, hehe, aren't I awesome?"

Wu Zhu was relieved.

He didn't continue chatting with Fan Xian. Instead, he took the iron halberd in his hand and, under the other's surprised gaze, pointed it directly at Chen Pingping, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

Chen Pingping looked pleased. "Fifth brother, I didn't expect to see you again after all these years. You still look the same. It's so good."

Wu Zhu coldly replied, "Fan Xian got into trouble in the capital."

"Fifth brother, you're always like this. I didn't do these things, so it has nothing to do with me."

Wu Zhu didn't believe it: "If Fan Xian is in trouble, where are your Black Knights?"

"I have a mission."

Wu Zhu confirmed: "You did this on purpose."

"I really do have a mission, Fifth Brother. Do you have any evidence that I did it on purpose?"

Wu Zhu said confidently, "Back when Miss was alive, you used the same trick to fool me."

Chen Pingping was speechless.

Because everything Fan Xian encountered in the capital was basically orchestrated by him, he intended to use Fan Xian as bait to stir up trouble in the capital and lure out those enemies hiding in the shadows, so that they could be completely eliminated.

He remained silent for a moment, then said helplessly, "Alright, I do know who those people behind the scenes are, I'll handle it."

"tell me."

"Lin Gong of the Lin family, the eldest princess and crown prince of Qing Kingdom, Si Lili of Northern Qi, there seems to be a mole in the Censorate, I am still investigating."

"I'm going to kill them."

Wu Zhu turned to leave.

This completely stunned Fan Xian. Uncle Wu Zhu! Those are the eldest princess and the crown prince of the Qing Kingdom! Do you think you're killing chickens, just killing them like that?

He quickly and earnestly tried to persuade them.

This annoyed Wu Zhu, who retorted, "You're not as decisive as your mother."

Decisive about what?

Chen Pingping nodded in agreement, reminiscing about the past with emotion, "Back then, when Miss killed the Crown Prince and the princes, she only hesitated for half an hour. When the Empress Dowager sent the white silk, she sent it back that very night. Fan Xian is indeed not as good as Miss back then in this respect."

Fan Xian was bewildered in the wind.

What does it mean to kill the crown prince and other princes?

What does it mean to send the white silk back to the Empress Dowager's bedside?

Is that right?!

Fan Xian: Mother... I think I know why you were killed by this back then...