The fierce battle in the air between Long Xuan, the soul-removing, and the three great divine weapons really opened Yang Zhao's eyes. From his perspective, the real martial arts of the monks, Feng Yeyu, Mu Xinghe and others may not be as good as Fan Qinghui and Ning Daoqi, and compared with his cheap master Mahaye, they are far inferior to that of his cheap master. However, once they mastered the divine weapons, they can rely on the help of the divine weapons to burst out powerful forces that far exceed their own strength. The role and importance of the divine weapons can be said to be no exaggeration no matter how they evaluate it.

In fact, Yang Zhao had known this principle for a long time. But since the time of the time travel, the only top divine weapon he had ever come into contact with was the Tianjian. Although it caused the sound of the Tianjian at that time, it was the Emperor's divine weapon that indirectly recognized that Yang Zhao was qualified to be his next soldier leader. However, the current master of Tianjian, the current Emperor Yang Jian, has not yet passed away, so the Tianjian did not show any amazing power and magical power in Yang Zhao's hands.

Only today, Monk Shouwang and others took charge of the magic weapon and used their full strength. One by one, an incredible but true scene was vividly displayed in front of you, and the most intuitive explanation was made with facts, which allowed the little prince to truly evolve from "knowing" to "understanding".

Although the power of the incomplete and soul-disappearing dragon, the dragon throne is far less than that of the heavenly gods. And the Yin-Yang Order is a real heavenly gods. What is its power? After witnessing the giant sleeping Buddha composed of Wuyou, Lingyun, and the three mountains of Guicheng, he had fully understood the true meaning of Baiyun's words that Baiyun said that day, "The dragon travels to the Minjiang River and pays homage to the Tathagata", and he couldn't help but feel excited. And he made up his mind for the Yin-Yang Order hidden in Lingyun Mountain, and was determined to get it quickly.

The five-toothed giant ship was stranded on the bank of the river near the Minjiang River by the guard monk and the leader of Diancang. The three masters, including Muxinghe, Feng Yeyu, Yan Wanggu, and other masters rely on the divine weapons to protect them. Tang Zhongqing and Tang Jixue were covered by the Tang Sect Seven Kills, and they all took off their hulls and fled to safety. King Yang Xiu of Shu shouted in anger and personally directed the soldiers who reorganized the queue and organized personnel to rescue the soldiers who were involved in the riverside on the other two warships. They were so busy that they were too busy.

In this case, the river was full of chaos on the shore, and the martial arts were a little low, let alone pay attention to the movements of the others around him. The little prince disguised as an ordinary sailor was right in his mind. Anyway, he had already arrived at the ground, so there was no need to mingle with Yang Xiu and the others. He just took the opportunity to leave and climbed to Lingyun Cave first. At that moment, Yang Zhao did not go out, but instead entered the depths of the cabin and broke the bulkhead. The cold river water immediately poured in. Yang Zhao, who had always been afraid of the cold, shivered first, murmured, whispered to the brink of the cabin, jumped into the cabin, and swam out hard.

The monk who watched the river led the river to form a tornado and connected and destroyed two warships. The Minjiang River was affected by it, and the undercurrents were surging underwater, making it more difficult to swim. Yang Zhao's water was ordinary and was almost swept away by the river several times. It was all up to him to grab the stones at the bottom of the river in time, so he was not washed away from somewhere. After finally swimming around the river to the other side of Lingyun Mountain, the little prince quickly got ashore. He took a breath. Before he could look up at the surrounding environment, he suddenly heard someone behind him sighing: "Okay, okay. Little prince, you are such a clever method. The King of Shu was deceived, Senior Brother Ning was deceived, and even Qinghui and Mingyue sisters were deceived by you. Little prince, you have never been injured at all, and you were not controlled by the Tang Sect's magic lock needle, right?"

Yang Zhao was shocked suddenly. Looking back, he saw Fan Qinghui, the descendant of Cihang Jingzhai, standing pretty on the beach on the river bank. She wore a coarse cloth shirt that was the same as herself, and put on a light makeup to hide her peerless light, but her elegant temperament as fairy could not be concealed by her. Looking at her appearance, she was obviously dressed as a sailor and followed her in the fleet.

In an instant, Yang Zhao felt unspeakable boredom. He exhaled hard with a "boo~" and said angrily: "It's you again? Why can't I get rid of you, a slinger, no matter where I go! Please, you are a monk, right? You're following a man all day, are you shameless?"

"Although Jingzhai is a holy place for Buddhism,..." Fan Qinghui was not angry, but instead explained quietly: "The Buddha is originally without form and does not stagnate in things. Therefore, Jingzhai's disciples are all practicing, and they are not monks."

"I care if you are a nun or not." Yang Zhao waved his hand impatiently and said, "Anyway, I can't stand the endless entanglement of you. It's better to hit the day than to choose a day. It's better to shine your fists or move your knife, just come here."

Fan Qinghui had no intention of taking action at all, and sighed: "Little Prince, since you have appeared here, I think I already know what Uncle Ling's idea was, right?"

Yang Zhao frowned and sneered: "Of course, Tang Zhongqing told me everything. Hey, my fourth uncle was so dizzy that he could even come up with such a bad idea. It's really the flood that has been surging after I die. But what's your business?"

"Little Prince, your preconceptions are really too deep." Fan Qinghui shook his head and said, "Jingzhai is a martial arts lineage, and is also a Han Chinese in the Central Plains and descendants of Yan and Huang. If... if the King of Shu's plan was really successful, even if Jingzhai was unable to leave the world, how could he stay out of here and bear to see the people suffering from the war again? So... so... Qinghui came here this time just because she thought......"

Yang Zhao said impatiently: "Tell me what you want to do. What is hesitant?"

Fan Qinghui bit his silver teeth lightly and said with force: "For the sake of the misfortune and blessings of the people in the world, Qinghui must never stand by and watch the King of Shu. If the little prince can temporarily put down his prejudices, then Qinghui is willing to join forces with the little prince to ensure peace in China."

"What? Do you want to join forces with me to deal with Yang Xiu?" Yang Zhao was stunned at first, but then sneered again and said, "I heard it right? You always say that the Li family is the true emperor. But now the fate of the Sui Dynasty is as high as the peak, and this crown will not fall out of thin air and hit Li's body, right? If my fourth uncle really causes chaos in the world, wouldn't the Li family have the opportunity to take over the throne? Aren't you just taking advantage of the situation?"

Fan Qinghui took a step back with her teeth tightly bit her lips, and she looked angry and asked, "Little Prince, what are you saying? In your mind, Jingzhai and Qinghui are really shameless people who can do whatever they want to achieve their goals and even ignore the people?"

The beauty suddenly broke out, and there was no so-called "fairy flavor" on her body, but she had a little more incense. Yang Zhao couldn't help but take a step back. She wasn't afraid, but she felt very uncomfortable for a moment. She frowned and said, "Why are you angry? Hey, I'll promote the fallacy of Yang's destruction of Li's success all day and night, and kidnap and illegally imprison the prince of the Sui Dynasty, and even more bold and arbitrary to attempt to murder. Do I think so wrongly that you are wronged?"

The little prince paused, and the more he thought about it, he became more angry and cursed: "I always keep the good and bad of the people at my mouth. Bah, do you really treat yourself as a savior? Go and ask the people in the world. Will they support your bullshit theory of fate? My Yang family governs the country, and the world is peaceful, and everyone lives and works in peace. What's wrong with it? Why do you have to pull our Yang family down and change the surname Li? After all, you are full of selfishness and resentment to be suppressed by the Authentic Ji. But you are fighting against Mahaye, so you just want to change to an emperor who supports you. What kind of bullshit is the relationship between bad and bad of the people? Now, it's time to blame others for not being wronged you? Bah!"

Every time Yang Zhao cursed, Fan Qinghui's face became paler. Not only did she never hear such a straightforward speech before, she had never even thought about it. Although every word was heartbroken, if she thought about it carefully, she could not say a word for herself. The tenets that had been worshipped by Guigao for the past twenty years, as if they were natural and natural, were all shaking at this time. She was anxious, angry, ashamed and angry, and reluctantly said, "Little Prince, you...you..." The tone was blocked in her chest and she couldn't even vomit it. In an instant, her mind turned upside down, and she was about to faint on the spot.

After all, more than ten years of hard work in mind are not in vain. After a moment, Fan Qinghui forced all kinds of distracting thoughts, and finally stood up again. He shook his head and said, "If the little prince thinks this way, Qinghui... Qinghui has no way to tell who is right or wrong in the future. It is not necessary to mention whether the country belongs to Yang or Li. As for the matter, just in terms of today's situation, the masters of the King of Shu are like clouds and have three great magic weapons. Even if the secrets in Lingyun Cave are protected by Qilin, they will never be sure of being foolproof. The little prince might as well think carefully. If you think you can stop Yang Xiu's plan with your own strength, then Qinghui will turn around and leave without saying a word. But if you can't, then what's the problem with joining forces with Qinghui for the time being?"

These words make sense. The key is that the secret in Lingyun Cave cannot be moved at all. Otherwise, the war fires on the Central Plains will never stop from now on. Whether as a Chinese or a citizen of the Sui Dynasty, Yang Zhao could not allow such a worst result to occur no matter what. Therefore, it is important to obtain the Yin-Yang Order, but it is necessary to stop Yang Xiu.

After hesitating for a while, Yang Zhao finally hesitated and said: "It's not absolutely impossible to join forces... but to be honest, you can avoid talking nonsense and then gentlemen. How can I believe that at critical moments, you won't get a sword from behind?"

Fan Qinghui had no expression on her face and took out something from her sleeve. She threw it at Yang Zhao's feet with a "clang" and it was the sword she lost and recovered. The Earth God Soldier "Flying Wings". She said lightly: "Now Qinghui has no sword in her hand. Little Prince, can you rest assured?"
Chapter completed!