Chapter 58: The Realm of Interpretation, Resurrection of Li Chengliang

"Wang Ce cannot die!"

A certain place, an old man in brocade clothes looked cold and solemn: "Xie Shixian, I am here today. If the child dies, I will take your life personally."

Jie Shixian suddenly laughed: "King Xin, you invited me to come to warn me by saying this?"

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous." Jie Shixian sneered: "Whether Wang Ce is dead or alive, that's not something I can decide. I'm surprised. Everyone knows that Xiao Zhong wants him to die, but you believe that the king doesn't want him to die. Why don't your royal family discuss it clearly, let me tell you again!"

Xin Wang Senran shouted: "Jie Shixian, don't think I don't know your thoughts. If you are loyal to Your Majesty, that's good. However, there is no need to involve a child in the future of my Northern Tang Dynasty. He is just a child."

Jie Shixian said coldly: "King Xin, you seem to have forgotten that the rebellion sixteen years ago was because of this child and his mother. Do you want to do it again?"

King Xin was silent, Jie Shixian turned slowly: "King King Xin, do you hope a child will destroy the future of Northern Tang? I will not watch my pursuit with my own eyes, destroy it."

“Absolutely not.”

King Xin angrily rebuked: "Your Majesty will not allow you to do that."

Jie Shixian was indifferent: "Since I am your majesty's minion, it is my duty to do what he does not want to do for His Majesty. Even if His Majesty blames me for this and kills me, I will do this."

"I will kill anyone who blocks His Majesty's way. Even Wang Ce!"

"So, Wang Ce must die!" Jie Shixie walked away without looking back, and the lingering sound was shocked: "King Xin, don't worry, I won't kill him on the Beginning of Autumn Festival. No one among the young people in the North Yaya can kill him in martial arts performance. Some people are going to do something on the Beginning of Autumn Festival."

King Xin was silent for a while, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, looking at the horizon, as if saying to someone: "Don't worry, I won't let anyone harm your son! Never!"

Beiming Sect!

A man from the Beiya handed over a sealed wax ball.

Another man in a Confucian shirt rubbed open it, glanced at it, and looked at it, "Wait a minute."

The man in Confucian clothes walked into the complex surrounding the mountain, an antique and historical building: "Sect Master, King Zhong hopes that we will send a powerful character this time to kill a boy named Wang Ce."

In the attic, two men played leisurely and contentedly.

"Wang Ce, is it the guy who severely injured Xiao An?" the sect leader suddenly asked. The man opposite looked up and smiled and nodded.

The sect leader suddenly showed a strange smile: "Agree."

The man in Confucian shirt hesitated: "Does it need to send someone again? Xiao An is one of the better disciples of this sect. If he is not even an opponent, among the young disciples of this sect, only the most outstanding ones can kill him!"

The sect leader pondered for a moment: "No need."

"Big cousin, why do you come all the way?"

A handsome young man showed a bit of arrogant and teasing in his expression: "I heard that you suffered a loss on a little devil this time, so you wouldn't be so embarrassing."

Zhou Shenling showed a faint anger and smiled, "That's why I want to ask you to teach that kid a lesson for me. However, that kid seems to be more powerful than before, and you may not be able to deal with it."

The handsome young man proudly said: "Big cousin, you should treat him with admiration for three days. I am one of the best young generation of the Yao family. If you fail to achieve your cultivation, it is not our Yao family's failure."

The shit Yao family, the shit Yao Sihuai! Zhou Shenling was finally angry by this guy's arrogance and scolded him in anger.

Yao Sihuai is from a neighboring Yao family and is from a poor family. If it weren't for Zhou Shenling's help, it would be hard to say whether he could be today. Today, Yao Sihuai actually spreads his arrogance on him, how could he not be angry?

In his heart, Zhou Shenling cursed an ungrateful guy. However, Zhou Shenling knew that he could not afford to offend the Yao family and forced a smile: "Yes, I'll rely on you to help me get rid of my face."

Yao Sihuai said arrogantly: "Don't worry, you treat me well before, so I will remember that I will definitely earn back this face for you."

Suddenly a man hurriedly caught up and whispered a few words in the ear of a middle-aged man in Yao's family. What should the middle-aged man bear? Then, he walked to Yao Sihuai and some young men and said!

"The head of the family has an order. Once he meets a boy named Wang Ce in martial arts performance, kill him!"

There are only seven days left before the Beginning of Autumn Festival.

During the seven days, people rushed to the capital from all over the place. At first glance, there seemed to be martial arts masters everywhere.

Every member of the group seemed to have a different idea. Perhaps he was to win the ranking of martial arts, to enhance the reputation of the family and sects, or to think about how to kill a boy named Wang Ce.

King Zhong wanted Wang Ce to die, but King Xin didn't want Wang Ce to die. Jie Shixiong wanted Wang Ce to die, but Tan Jiru didn't want Wang Ce to die. The emperor didn't want Wang Ce to die, but others didn't plan that way.

The source of everything is related to the rebellion sixteen years ago. The remnants, participants, and even involved in the rebellion seem to have no thoughts, and it seems that they cannot forget that rebellion.

The information related to that rebellion seemed to be covered up by those who were interested, and it was impossible to find out the truth, and it was always so vague.

What happened to that rebellion? Who was Wang Ce and his mother?

With the arrival of the Beginning of Autumn Festival and Wang Ce's participation, the capital fell overnight and awakened the memories of many people. It was like the magma of a volcano, surging inwardly, and it was unknown when it erupted.

Who is my mother? Who is Wang Ce?

Wang Ce didn't care. He knew who he was and didn't need others to tell him. If it wasn't for his own life and death, he wouldn't have to care about these things.

There is too little information about rebellion. Wang Ce has investigated it and it is difficult to find out the truth. Perhaps the only person who is kept in the dark is probably him. Wang Ce has no self-deprecating thoughts.

Fortunately, Wang Ce has always been open-minded and is not a person who likes to be stubborn. Therefore, he decisively put aside this bad thing and temporarily concentrates on practicing.

Perhaps Wang Ce also felt that a certain undercurrent was about to move. This made Wang Ce feel a sense of crisis, which prompted him to concentrate on practicing while concentrating on becoming a master for many days.

There are elixirs and spirit stones shared by Wang Ce, as well as elixirs made of Jiuzi Concentric Lotus. Pi Xiaoxin, etc., and almost each of them has one or two breakthroughs in realms. The twelve young men under Wang Ce have generally reached the Nine Realms of Innate Realms.

Where is Wang Ce?

Wang Ce has now discovered the sharpness of the nameless mind method. Although his daily practice time is not as good as others, Wang Ce's cultivation progress is definitely not slower than others.

When Wang Ce reasonably increased his cultivation time and had treasures such as Jiuzi Concentric Lotus, he did not care about wasted spiritual stones, and his cultivation was simply very fast.

Swallowed the last pill made of the Nine Purple Concentric Lotus, and Wang Ce slowly refined the medicinal power, allowing the domineering medicinal power to impact the body!

Silently, after a long time, Wang Ce suddenly let out a low roar and jumped up, feeling extremely refreshed all over: "The Jiuzi Concentric Lotus is indeed a good thing, but it's a pity that there are too few."

Wang Ce stretched his body comfortably and sighed: "The realm of Shuxi is indeed different. However, no one knows that when I fought with Young Master An that day, I was already in the Tongmai realm."

"It is still necessary to consider my enemy in the dark, hiding some strength." Wang Ce smiled and said, "I can't help it. If you wear this body, you will have to bear the consequences."

"If someone really makes a trick on me, I don't mind playing bigger and stirring up the storm."

Wang Ce has never been a modest person. If he gives him one million capital, he dares to do ten million business. Every pore is soaked in profits and adventures, which is his style of doing things.

If you break through your cultivation level, it means that you can revive a more powerful battle spirit.

Considering that there are only seven days left, Wang Ce is not sure whether the resurrected heroic war spirit will lose a lot of blood. So, this time, it is still the resurrected Xuan Ghost War Spirit!

After resurrection, Wang Ce endured the discomfort of blood loss and stared at the person in front of him!

Zhan Ling bowed forward: "Li Ruqi...Li Chengliang, pay homage to the lord!"

Liaodong Iron Cavalry!
Chapter completed!