Chapter 878: Enjoyment Like an Emperor

The wind and snow gradually dispersed, and what appeared in everyone's eyes was a huge arena made of ice and snow.

A huge sword energy like a crescent moon was frozen in the air, and on the other side of the field, stood an ice sculpture. The frozen Wei Lan kept his arms stretched out and jumped back gracefully.

Not far from the ice sculpture, Li Guanhai stood holding a sword, with circles of silvery white wind and snow dancing around him.

The martial arts arena fell into silence for a moment. After a while, a tsunami-like sound of applause suddenly erupted and spread far away, shaking the inner city.

Somewhere in the stands, Bai Mu, the eldest son of Prince Bai, stared closely at the Confucian disciples who stood tall as a spear and dominated the crowd. The shock in his eyes was beyond words.

Elsewhere in the stands, many officials and daughters came to watch the battle, their beautiful eyes were shining brightly, and they never took their eyes off Li Guanhai, staring straight at him.

Even the princesses and princesses were like this, staring with pursed lips and trembling hearts.

The formation barrier in the north fluctuated, the winner was decided, and Li Guanhai advanced.

"Damn it!"

Outside the court, Shen Yuyu, disguised as Wei Lan, cursed lowly, his eyes filled with unwillingness and resentment.

After a while, he looked at Qian Long, who had a gloomy face and said nothing, and said, "Go and save people."

Qian Long didn't say a word, but he still stood up and jumped into the field, saying coldly: "You win, let him go."

Li Guanhai glanced at him, ignored him, passed him directly, and jumped back to his square formation.

Qian Long was simmering with anger in his heart. He was furious when he was ignored like this. He turned around and scolded: "How could..."

He turned around and said only one word, and a silver light whizzed past his ears, picking up a few strands of hair.

That silver light was the sword thrown by Li Guanhai without looking back. Wherever the sword passed, the ice-covered arena melted like winter snow.

But it did not turn into water, but scattered into mist and drifted away with the wind.

This magical and shocking scene once again caused an uproar.

Wei Lan knelt down on the ground, and the flying long sword was inserted into the ground diagonally. The silver frost on the sword had not completely faded away.

Qian Long rolled his sleeves and snorted, not caring whether she was injured or not, and returned to his seat directly.

Wei Lan held the hilt of the sword that was still warm and staggered down the ring.

Although the next competition was also very fierce, with the high-level start of Li Guanhai and Wei Lan, the audience also became picky, and subsequent competitions were difficult to detect.

All competitions in the loser group have ended. Xiahou Aoxue defeated the two and advanced smoothly. She went through all the rounds without losing a single defeat. She is considered to be the only person most likely to defeat Li Guanhai.

And the audience felt that she must be better than Wei Lan, because the competition between her and Li Guanhai in the morning was extremely fierce, and it could be said that it was difficult to tell the difference.

But for some reason, she suddenly gave up. Some people speculated that she had no choice but to do so because she was running out of gas.

Some people speculated that it was done on purpose, to recharge one's energy and rest for a few rounds in the loser's group, so as to accumulate strength and win the championship in one fell swoop.

After the loser group competition ended, the Forbidden Army leader You Jing walked into the field and loudly said: "The competition is suspended. All contestants have a two-quarter-hour rest period and are not allowed to leave the field."

Although the audience was anxious, they were also relieved.

They had watched too many exciting competitions, and their heads were still a little dizzy at the moment. The two quarters of an hour were not only for the contestants to rest, but also for the spectators to relax.

Li Guanhai did not make any excessive demands in the Jiangzhou Qijue Sect Phalanx, but two beautiful junior sisters volunteered to rub his shoulders and beat his legs.

Li Guanhai naturally closed his eyes and enjoyed it with peace of mind. The sincere teachings of Yu Yinian and other mountain masters were constantly heard in his ears, and their words were sincere and sincere.

The head of the military family said: "You have some abilities, but you are too trusting. You must know that a lion can fight a rabbit with all his strength. You must not underestimate him."

The head of the Politburo family said: "Confucianism pays more attention to techniques. Don't always wield swords and swords. Use Confucian techniques more often to defeat the enemy with twice the result with half the effort."

The head of the Le family is a beautiful woman wearing a white palace dress. She has been holding a guqin in her arms since she met her. She would put it on her lap even when eating and never left her body.

She opened her mouth slightly and whispered softly: "You have to understand that if it is too strong, it will break easily."

The owner of the farmhouse was a dark-skinned man. He took out a pink-skinned fruit from his arms and said, "No, this is the spiritual fruit I carefully cultivated. Eat it now. In the next hour, your mana recovery speed will increase." A lot faster.”

The head of the novelist family is a very fat man, chubby, plump, and fair.

He stretched out his short, voluptuous hand forward, handed over a book, and said solemnly: "This is the work of my half-year effort. It will be of great benefit to you if you take it and read it carefully."

Li Guanhai took it and took a look, his eyes suddenly became strange, ""Two or Three Things about Living with a Witch", what kind of book is this?"

Inexplicably, he felt that the title of the book was familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Cough cough cough." The fat brother put his fist to his lips and coughed twice, and said seriously: "Just keep it, remember not to spread it outside or copy it, let alone give it to me, you understand."

"Oh." Li Guanhai nodded and thanked him.

"Senior Brother Zhao, is this strength okay?" asked the round-faced junior sister responsible for pinching the shoulders.

"Well, just right."

"Senior Brother Zhao, how do you feel about this position?" Junior Sister Dimple, who was responsible for beating the legs, asked.

"Yeah, just right."

Li Guanhai and Dama Jindao sat there, relaxed, enjoying the attentive service of the two junior sisters.

Open your mouth and grapes will come to you.

With a lick of tongue, wine will be delivered to you.

Real emperor-like enjoyment, at this point in life, what more can I ask for.

Suddenly, his heart trembled, and he faintly felt a bone-cold gaze locked on him.

He suddenly became excited, opened his eyes, sat up slightly, looked up, and met Qiu Mei of Yunzhou Qijue Sect's eyes.

Li Guanhai screamed inwardly, he was so complacent just now that he was so distracted that he forgot that his wife was still there.

It was so embarrassing, being caught red-handed.

In front of his wife, enjoying the personal service of two girls, only a scumbag can do such a thing.

Li Guanhai believed that he was definitely not a scumbag. It was these two witches who first deceived him and messed up his Taoist mind!

He immediately put on a straight face and promptly stopped the two junior sisters from frantically testing and jumping around repeatedly on the verge of committing suicide.

He didn't do it for himself, but for these two innocent and simple little girls.

Suddenly he thought of someone, Qin Shu.

"hiss."

Li Guanhai grinned and pinched his brows, feeling a little distressed.

How should I explain it to Aoxue?

Forget it, let's solve the immediate matter first.

After coming out of Xuanmen, we will make long-term plans.

In the Yuzhou Qijuemen Square Formation, taking advantage of the two-quarter-hour break, Wei Lan and Shen Yuyu had restored their true appearance.

In other words, Wei Lan used the identity of Shen Yuyu to compete with Li Guanhai.

Now that Shen Yuyu is eliminated, she has one last chance to use her identity to fight against Li Guanhai.

But it doesn't matter whether there is this opportunity or not. The sword that Li Guanhai struck just now made Wei Lan clearly realize the huge gap between himself and the opponent.

Let alone one more fight, even if we fight ten or a hundred more games, the result will be the same.

As soon as Shen Yuyu sat down, he started cursing and talking non-stop, looking at Li Guanhai with eyes full of anger and envy hidden deep in his eyes.

He was envious of the other party's skill and talent.

He thought to himself that if he had Zhao Zi's talent, even if he fished for three days and dried nets for two days, his cultivation would not be bad.

It's a pity that God has no eyes and did not give him peerless qualifications.

Shen Yuyu asked the head of the Zongheng family next to him in a low voice, "What should we do now? Wei Lan is no match for him. There are only a few rounds left. Have you figured out a way?"

Qian Long was very impatient with his inquiry, because in his opinion, there was no need to tell this idiot about the organization's plan, because it would be useless to tell him.

But since someone took the initiative to ask, he had no choice but to ignore it, so he said: "Don't worry, sir, I have received the instructions from the host. The host has his own plan, so don't worry, sir."

Shen Yuyu said anxiously: "What are your plans? The competition is about to end. You should hurry up."

Qian Long glanced at him, chuckled and said, "Oh, the young master has never asked about or cared about these things in the past, why are you so concerned about it today?"

Shen Yuyu did not hear the sarcasm hidden in the other party's words. He turned to stare at Zhao Zi who was in Jiangzhou's Qijuemen Square, and said coldly: "I think that boy is unhappy."

The reason was simple, but Qian Long sneered in his heart, guessing why Shen Yuyu hated the other party so much, it was because of jealousy.

He was jealous of the other party's limelight, and he was jealous of the other party's fame in the capital.

Perhaps the only thing that allowed Shen Yuyu to find some balance was that he had many beauties, while Zhao Zi only had an ordinary-looking woman with a somewhat dark complexion.

Li Guanhai was eating grapes without vomiting, when suddenly the tall and well-proportioned commander of the imperial army came over. Wearing armor, he walked with a dragon-like pace, which was very oppressive.

The sound of nails clashing while walking is very pleasant.

He first bowed his hands towards the Yu Yinian family heads, then looked at Li Guanhai, with a smile on his thick eyebrows and big eyes, and said: "Master Zhao, please come with me, someone wants to see you."

Before Li Guanhai could speak, Yu Yinian reached out to hold his wrist and asked with a smile: "May I ask Commander You, who wants to see my disciple?"

You Jing didn't answer and looked upright.

The expressions of several family heads changed slightly and they looked at each other.

Yu Yinian bowed and said seriously: "Commander You, can I go with you?"

You Jing frowned and thought for a long time, nodded and said solemnly: "Okay, but Mr. Yu can only wait outside the door."

"Thank you."

Yu Yinian bowed again, took Li Guanhai with him, and followed the commander of the imperial army towards a tall building not far away.

From a distance, you can see the heavy guards outside the building. They all have a good atmosphere, and the bronze masks on their faces show their identity as a guard.

There are multiple crossbowmen hidden on each floor, located in every corner, observing every movement within a hundred steps.

Yu Yinian reminded in a low voice: "The person who wants to see you is His Majesty, so remember not to offend His Majesty."