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Text Chapter 650: Fear (third shift)

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    Meng Qinghe looked at the four of them, feeling their aura.

    They exuded a suffocating aura, the air became sticky, and they couldn't breathe in the air, and their chests were so tight that they couldn't breathe.

    However, under such circumstances, an inexplicable force began to surge from the deepest part of his body.

    She knew that the seeds of sword intent were surging, stimulated by them, and wanted to break through the ground and sprout.

    She gradually figured out a way to condense the sword intent¡ª¡ªstimulation.

    Or encountering a life-and-death crisis, or encountering such a strong stimulus, will speed up the concentration of sword intent.

    If they can keep this momentum suppressed, maybe this time they will be able to condense their sword intent.

    Once the sword intent was condensed, his previous sword skills were no longer superficial and flashy, but turned into a real killing sword.

    Meng Qinghe looked at the four of them quietly, her clear eyes fixed on the handsome middle-aged man who was as cold as ice in front of him.

    Hu Yunxuan was panting heavily, not only being overwhelmed by the momentum, but also angry at the arrogance of these four guys.

    I am a majestic twelve princesses, but they ignored me, as if I didn't see myself at all.

    Don't believe they really don't recognize themselves.

    As disciples of the Four Great Sects, it is simply impossible not to recognize the prince and princess, but they just deliberately pretended not to recognize them.

    What kind of arrogance is this, even crazier than this princess!

    Meng Qinghe took Hu Yunxuan's hand, shook it lightly, and signaled her not to speak, so as not to humiliate herself and embarrass the Dayun royal family.

    If they pretend not to know her, then they are determined not to give her this princess face. If they really want to point it out, they still pretend not to know her, and insist that she is a fake Her Royal Highness, then they will lose face  .

    Hu Yunxuan blushed with anger.

    Another stream of cool wine fell down, completely calming down her heart lake, no longer boiling.

    All kinds of anger disappeared at once, she wanted to be angry but she couldn't get angry, and the lake in her heart was peaceful.

    Even if she rationally told herself that she should be angry, she just couldn't get angry.

    She glared at Meng Qinghe angrily.

    Meng Qinghe smiled and shook her head, her eyes continued to look at the indifferent middle-aged man.

    The middle-aged man frowned, and said lightly: "Have you considered it? Do you die here, or leave?"

    With a dignified look, Meng Qinghe let go of Hu Yunxuan's hand, turned around and bowed in the direction of Dagan Shenjing, and said solemnly: "The twelve of us were ordered by the abbot to come to Yunjing to promote the Dharma, so that all living beings can learn the Dharma and escape the sea of ??suffering.  Even if we go through all kinds of difficulties and obstacles, we will never give up until we reach our goal.¡±

    She shook her head slightly, her voice soft but firm: "We will not leave without the abbot's order."

    "Hmph, that's courting death." The middle-aged man said coldly, "If that's the case, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

    Meng Qinghe said: "As the Dayun Sword Sect, the Wuchang Sword Sect is trying to learn the best tricks. Even if you die under your swords, you will never take a step back."

    Hu Yunxuan hurriedly said: "Master Yuanchun"

    Meng Qinghe shook his head and said: "His Royal Highness retreat first, let me wait for a fight to the death."

    Hu Yunxuan narrowed her bright eyes, raised her eyebrows upright, stared coldly at the four great masters of Wuchang Sword Sect, and let out a sneer.

    However, Meng Qinghe stopped her from speaking, and suddenly reached out and sealed her acupuncture points.

    Hu Yunxuan was extremely puzzled, her eyes widened.

    Meng Qinghe helped her to sit at the side table, turned to look at the four middle-aged men, and said indifferently: "Four benefactors, please stop."

    Eight nuns floated around the four of them, pointing their swords at them with cold expressions.

    "Cough cough." The indifferent middle-aged man coughed twice, and said lightly, "Wait a minute."

    Meng Qinghe stared at him with a frown.

    She was a little puzzled.

    A faint suspicion floated up, they are really masters of the Wuchang Sword Sect, they can't be fakes, right?

    According to Wuchang Jianzong's style of doing things, didn't he do it a long time ago?

    How can you be so dawdling, as if you have been procrastinating for time, and have not wanted to do it, why is this?

    She felt extremely keen and reacted extremely quickly, and she had already discovered the clues, as if the four of them were not in a hurry to act.

    Even said that the four of them had no intention of doing anything.

    The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Are you really the servants of the monk Fakong? You are women!"

    Meng Qinghe said lightly: "In the eyes of the abbot, men and women are no different."Chang Jianzong, I don't know who will trip her up when, it's hard to guard against.

    Either from the palace, or from the martial arts.

    Hu Yunxuan waved her hand: "You're welcome, I didn't help much, I'm a princess"

    She smiled self-consciously.

    A princess who has no real power but only has a false name can bully ordinary people or frighten courtiers, but she has no deterrent to martial arts sects like Wuchang Jianzong.

    They just pretend to be stupid and don't recognize themselves. Even if they reveal their identities, they deny them and firmly believe that they are counterfeit.

    The father will not condemn Wuchang Jianzong because he is a widowed princess, causing estrangement with the court.

    When Hu Yunxuan said this, she suddenly realized: "Understood, they didn't kill you because of Master Fakong, right?"

    Meng Qinghe shook his head and said: "I'm afraid it may not be because of the abbot, there may be other reasons."

    She actually believed in her heart that it was because of Fakong.

    But because of what happened to Hu Yunxuan just now, I can't speak directly.

    Wuchang Jianzong didn't dare to mess around because he cared about the abbot's face, but he didn't take the princess seriously.

    This hit Hu Yunxuan too hard.

    Hu Yunxuan became more and more determined: "It should be because of Master Fakong!Hmph, they are afraid of Master Fakong."

    Meng Qinghe said: "Your Highness, let's go back and talk."¡ª¡ª

    At this time, in the abbot's courtyard of the Vajra Outer Court, Fakong looked away.

    He took a sip of tea, thinking about it amidst the white steam.

    Why didn't Wuchang Jianzong dare to kill?

    Is it because of what you know?

    Under normal circumstances, although one's own reputation is great, it is only the reputation of the ceremony of praying for rain and blessings, and the deterrent effect is not enough.

    Many people are dubious and do not believe in the extermination of Yeyuezong.

    So, why is Wuchang Jianzong so afraid of himself?

    He didn't feel honored and excited, but doubted.

    What does Wuchang Jianzong know that others don't?  How can I know?

    ps: The update is complete.
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