People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

The same is true for Murong Fu.

Just when Wang Yuyan was about to cut off Murong Fu's lifeline.

A clear male voice sounded outside the bamboo house.

"I am Duan Yu, the prince of Zhennan. I have no wish to disturb Ya Zun's peace. My father sent me to look for my sister."

There was a sense of peace in this voice.

Wang Yuyan put down the scissors.

Wuyazi was annoyed at being disturbed, but he didn't get angry. He just replied, "There is no one named Duan in this room."

"Is there anyone with the surname Wang?" Duan Yu continued.

At the same time, a stiff voice sounded, "Excuse me, Lord Ya. My basic spell is the blood bond spell. Miss Wang is the daughter of Duan Zhengchun, the King of Zhennan in Dali."

"So?" Wuyazi's elegant face revealed a mouthful of cold white teeth, "My daughter Qingluo is just a concubine without a title?"

The spell in his mind turned into a heart-destroying spell, and a sense of madness surged out from his vast inner breath.

"Grandfather." Wang Yuyan stopped Wuyazi.

This was the reason why she had never heard of the original fate she had seen, for fear that her grandfather would get angry.

Although she no longer wanted to have anything to do with Duan Yu and Duan Zhengchun, she also didn't want to see them die.

Duan Yu gave a bitter smile, he didn't expect that Crow Lord would be so powerful.

The aura she exuded alone was enough to make his hair stand on end.

At the same time, he was somewhat moved.

Because Duan Yanqing was already guarding him silently.

Although Prince Yanqing was not on good terms with my father and uncle, he treated him as his own son. He taught him martial arts and martial arts experience strictly, but at the same time he was kind to him.

"That's the Crow Lord." Qiao Feng jumped up and transformed into a cloud dragon and flew towards the cliff.

"Damn it!" Tang Mu was extremely angry.

What a great opportunity this is for Qiao Feng to leave Emperor Song.

But the rest of the troops have not been arranged yet.

"Where is Jiumozhi?"

Jiumozhi, who was in charge of blocking the Buddhist kingdom, was wandering around in the Sutra Library like a mouse that had fallen into a rice jar.

"One Finger Zen!"

"Maha Finger Technique! [Three Entrances to Hell] can actually change in this way!"

"Mind and Will Hunyuan Gong!"

"Arhat's Divine Power!"

At this moment he had forgotten all his tasks.

On the corridor outside the window, a skinny monk in a green robe was bending over and sweeping the floor with a broom.

He walked into the Sutra Library without hiding anything, "Forget it, forget it."

What is creepy is that even though the monk’s broom had touched the upper of Jiumozhi’s shoes, Jiumozhi seemed to be unaware.

He also flipped through the Buddhist scriptures that he should have had no time to read.

My mood also becomes more peaceful.

Xiao Yuanshan was also in a very peaceful mood.

Seeing his son leaving Emperor Song, he did not let his men take action.

Because now is not the most appropriate time.

Not only did he want his son to ascend the throne, he also wanted his son's reputation to be intact and not to have the same ignominious history of becoming emperor as Zhao Kuangyin.

He hoped that every mention of his son in history books would be praise.

Murong Fu alone might not be able to stop Feng'er, but what if he joins?

Moreover, his subordinate has become the second most trusted person of Emperor Song.

"Damn it, those Liao dogs didn't take any action!" Tang Mu was furious.

“No, no—” Bao Bu Tong’s thick neck was lifted up by Tang Mu like a chicken, and the breath of death passed through Tang Mu’s hand into Bao Bu Tong’s body.

Bao Bu Tong's ruddy face gradually lost its color, and his short legs were hanging in the air, kicking hard.

"Don't let me kill you!" Tom swung his right arm and threw Bao Bu Tong to the ground.

Bao Bu Tong panted, "Got it."

He only admitted defeat verbally, but in his heart he kept swearing and even played the game of mental victory, "How dare the descendant of a scoundrel treat me like this! If it weren't for the young master... Humph!"

"I understand." Duan Yu bowed towards the bamboo house, "I will ask my father to come quickly."

When Wang Yuyan stepped forward, Wuyazi did not pursue the matter further.

He was just threatening that Duan Zhengchun must come over himself. If he didn't come, he would go over and castrate him.

When Qiao Feng saw that they were just members of the Dali royal family, he exchanged a few brief greetings and left.

On the other side, the contestants on the ring have been replaced by people from Shaolin and Beggars' Sect.

But this is as it should be.

This competition was said to be to decide the leader of the martial arts world, but in fact it was a dispute between Shaolin and the Beggars' Sect.

The separatist forces such as Lingjiu Palace and the wandering people from Jianghu appear only to warm up for the upcoming competition and to demonstrate their own power and strength.

Just like the crane in the clouds known as the Crane Immortal.

After winning a few games, he stepped down on his own.

If he doesn't give himself respect, the Beggars' Sect and Shaolin might give him respect.

But with the appearance of Zhan Mu, the leader of the Suzhou branch of the Beggars' Sect.

A group of dark shadows, one of the senior monks of the Hui generation from the Shaolin Temple, leapt onto the towering entrance platform with a few leaps.

Heroes: "Xi Fuzi!" "I knew it was him!" "Beauty belongs only to the strong!"

At the same time, a woman in a emerald skirt in the crowd shouted, "Le Pu, Brother Mu, don't do it."

Lepu refers to Slepu, the common name for Sifu.

This woman is Li Li.

Zhan Mu’s wife and Xi Fuzi’s childhood sweetheart.

"Lili," Xi Fuzi snorted coldly and pulled out the software from his belt. "Don't worry, for your sake, I will spare his life."

"Lepu~" Zhan Mu pulled out the Pudao on his back, his eyes narrowed into a slit, which contained unparalleled murderous intent, but he still gritted his teeth and said: "Lili, I will also spare his life."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 422: The Bloody Martial Arts Conference

The soft sword was like a poisonous dragon. While it released thousands of sword shadows, it also emitted invisible sword energy tainted with poison.

The broadsword was like a golden shield, emitting a thousand-foot-long golden light while also emitting golden light waves that contained the power of [healing].

The evil sword and the golden knife collide!

The sword energy collides with the light shield!

In the bamboo house, Wuyazi held a feather fan and explained, "The Divine Sword Shadowless Curse, rather than the sword energy hiding the poison, it is better to say that the poison has transformed into the sword energy."

"This poison is brewed by the jealousy, resentment and unwillingness of the human heart."

"The spell of quick healing is more about the inspiration of enlightenment than compassion."

"Because of letting go of the painful past life, it can remove the poison in people's hearts and release the sharpness of the poisonous sword."

"But Zhan Mu's life is too perfect. His healing spell is just a manifestation of his perfect life. I'm afraid——"

As soon as Wuyazi finished speaking, Zhan Mu's broadsword was knocked away and he fell from the stage.

His wife, Li Li, jumped onto the protruding part of the ring and caught her husband.

The smile on Xi Fuzi's face, which was originally showing his big white teeth, instantly faded, and he fell to the other side of the ring in a daze.

"Zhan Mu lost the competition, but won life."

Wuyazi was inspired to write this.

Li Lin, also known as Bagir, was also very impressed. The Shadowless Strike and Rapid Healing were both invented by Snape.

The former is the antidote to the latter.

Wuyazi's comments not only commented on the nature of the spell, but also seemed to comment on the two stages of Snape's life.

The outspokenness in youth and the disappointment in love.

The despair in middle age and the partial relief from past life.

Perhaps when Snape's sharp sword cut off George's ear, it was not because his hand was shaking, but because the spell itself sensed his enemy (George took the Polyjuice Potion and was in Harry's appearance).

The word "Against Enemies" was marked on the back of the potions textbook where Shenfeng Wuying was born - naturally it was James Potter.

The spell that was created because of James Potter eventually found its way to the ears of someone who looked like him.

Wuyazi is worthy of being the author of the "Mantra Sutra". He clearly only knew three mantras (before writing them), but he could easily grasp the information of each mantra and even understood their essence.

Snape himself must have been extremely impressed after listening to Wuyazi's explanation.

Of course, it's only in the mind. As for the external expression, it would probably be pulling out the magic wand and connecting an Avada.

The subsequent competitions were not as exciting as the one between Zhan Mu and Xi Fuzi.

After all, Zhan Mu and Xi Fuzi are people who have a wonderful connection with the creator of the spell, so they can exert the power of the spell to such an extent.

Most martial artists use their martial arts to control spells.

Even the beggar dynasty and the Buddhist country are no exception.

And because Qiao Feng, an outstanding graduate from both Shaolin and Beggars' Sect training schools, was present.

People from the Beggar Dynasty and the Buddhist Kingdom should not go too far and most of them would stop at the right time.

It was called a competition, but the actual performance was more like a martial arts display.

There were almost no collisions between some dangerous spells.

Most of the martial artists in the audience also noticed this.

If this was the era before spells became popular, this kind of 'you take one move, I take one move' display of moves would be enough to justify the price of the ticket.

But nowadays, when everyone knows how to cast spells, and all trump cards and martial arts are centered around spells, this is a bit boring.

So what if every move is dangerous and can kill you? There are many doctors in the audience who can cast healing spells. It is obvious that they are just being lazy and just pretending to be skilled.

No matter how exquisite your martial arts skills are, can you withstand my being torn into pieces and eat my Avada?

You are an expert swordsman, how will you respond if I use a disarming spell?

So, when Feng Bo'e shouted, "What a woman's trick, get off the stage," many martial artists expressed their agreement.

There are also some who remain silent, mostly because of the power of the Qi Dynasty and the Buddhist Kingdom, and because they themselves have cooperative and in-law relations with these two forces.

On the high platform.

Qiao Feng's brows furrowed. He was very happy to see the trend of only using martial arts in competitions.

He would be unhappy if anything happened to either the Beggars' Sect or Shaolin.

Emperor Song glanced at Feng Boye quietly, and asked his attendants with his eyes whether he was their man. When he received a negative answer, he almost laughed out loud.

Xuan Ci sighed, but he was not merciful.

But once the spell is used, there will be damage.

There will also be people from Shaolin among them.

Some injuries caused by spells cannot be cured by ordinary healing spells.