The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 130: Bei Ming's Strike, Mirage
This stream of true energy was incredibly fast, and when it shot out from the mouth, it caught people off guard.

But Zhao Ti was well prepared. Although he was using Li Qiu Shui's name to get information, he was also on guard against anything wrong.

The true energy came close in an instant, and Zhao Ti slapped out with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, but then his eyebrows raised, unable to block it!
He immediately changed to the Water Cold Palm from the Sunflower Manual. The Water Cold Palm was soft and silent, and seemed to be able to annihilate all the true energy. However, when encountering this sword-like true energy, his body was still shaken back five or six steps.

At this moment, Wuyazi spurted out the second stream of true qi from his mouth. His originally elegant face suddenly became shriveled, as if he had aged ten or twenty years. It was obvious that spurting out true qi from his mouth consumed a lot of his energy and even his life.

Zhao Ti circled his hands and used the Great Shift of the Universe. The third level of the Great Shift of the Universe was already extremely powerful, but he still couldn't control the opponent's true energy.

He took steps according to the sixty hexagrams, and each step caused the ground to collapse. It was obvious that he was carrying a heavy load, as if he was holding a huge rock.

Zhao Ti had a solemn expression. Wuyazi was the best master he had ever met, and that was when he was disabled. If he was in good health, one could imagine how amazing his martial arts would be.

"Lingbo Weibu, Lingbo Weibu!" Wuyazi sat on the black rope with a look of astonishment on his face: "How can you do Lingbo Weibu!"

"Of course it was taught to me by a noble man!" Zhao Ti spoke with difficulty. After completing the last step of the Sixty Hexagrams, he finally removed all of the opponent's internal force and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! You knew the existence of Shanhai Temple, how could that slut teach you Lingbo Weibu!" The black rope above Wuyazi suddenly floated forward, and then broke into pieces. His body was propped up by the internal force, and he rushed straight towards Zhao Ti.

He roared like a dragon, and the flesh on his face shrank instantly, as if it had been sucked dry, leaving him like a skeleton.

He stretched out his arms forward, and countless whirlpools seemed to appear on his body, carrying infinite suction force, and grabbed towards Zhao Ti.

Zhao Ti felt the energy in his whole body being pulled, and his internal force seemed to be about to rush out of his body involuntarily, but the next moment, the illusory Yin Qi seemed to be a mirage, becoming vague.

The shape of the path of the phantom Yin Qi in his body was like an ancient mirage, appearing and disappearing in an illusory way, impossible to fathom, appearing and disappearing at times. The suction from the outside was suddenly cut off.

Zhao Ti had a calm expression as he watched Wuyazi grab him from mid-air. He suddenly clenched his fists, let out a long roar, and actually used the first move of Taizu Changquan - Flying!
This punch was the genuine Taizu Changquan. The meaning of the punch was flying to the sky, so he called it flying to the sky.

Since Zhao Ti comprehended this fist, he has practiced it frequently but has never used it. Now seeing Wuyazi coming at him aggressively, he couldn't help but use this fist.

"Boom" seemed like thunder exploding out of nowhere, and Zhao Ti's body was instantly pushed backwards by the force, directly hitting the siding of the house behind him. The board suddenly broke with a "crack", and he was directly shaken out of the house.

Wuyazi screamed and fell from the air. At this moment, his whole body was like a skeleton, with thin oily skin clinging to the bones, and his flesh and blood had been drained due to the continuous use of internal force.

He tapped the ground with his hand, bounced his body up, and went straight to Helian Tieshu next to him.

Helian Tieshu was stunned. The attack just now was completed in a moment. Suddenly he saw Wuyazi, a ghost in human form, rushing towards him. He immediately came to his senses, moved his feet, and ran towards the door.

Wuyazi's body was as fast as lightning. He stretched out his long arm and activated the Beiming Divine Art. Helian Tieshu felt that the true energy in his body involuntarily stagnated, as if it was being pulled out. He was immediately frightened.

He tried his best to retreat, but Wuyazi was already close to him and grabbed his arm with one hand. He immediately felt his internal energy leaking out through his arm, and it was all absorbed by the other party.

Helian Tieshu screamed and tried to pull his arm, but it was impossible. His body became weak and the internal Qi in his body could not circulate. His face became paler and paler.

A moment later, Wuyazi shook his palm, and Helian Tieshu fell limply to the side. He had sucked away his internal energy and his heart meridians were broken.

Wuyazi let out a long breath at this time, and his body became slightly plump, no longer a skeleton covered with skin and bones. His face regained some color, and he supported himself on the ground with his hands, head down, looking at Su Xinghe over there.

Su Xinghe ran over and cried, "Master, it's all because of my failure to find a successor for you that you became like this."

Wuyazi sighed and said, "Foolish disciple, my life span has already come to an end. Even if today's incident hadn't happened, I would have returned to the abyss. Blame me for being too picky before, always wanting to find a perfect successor. But the way of heaven is imperfect, there is no such thing as perfection. It has been delayed until today, and it has nothing to do with you."

Su Xinghe cried, "But no matter what, it's still..."

"Don't say any more." Wuyazi interrupted him: "I couldn't survive these few days anyway. I am just recovering from my last breath. Today, I will pass on the position of Xiaoyao Sect's leader... to you."

As he spoke, he took off a gem ring from his left finger and handed it to Su Xinghe: "Master's family affairs, you know it yourself, go to the northwest to find Li Qiushui, I hope she can teach you Bei Ming Divine Art and Ling Bo Wei Bu for the sake of old friendship."

"But my disciple is slow in talent and too old. Even if I have the secret manual of magical skills, I am afraid I won't be able to learn it. What's more, Murong Fu's martial arts outside..." Su Xinghe looked at a loss.

"What Murong Fu?" Wuyazi closed his eyes slightly. "That man is clearly a member of the Zhao Song royal family in disguise. He not only deceived the people sent by Li Qiushui, but also deceived all of you."

"Master..." Su Xinghe asked in surprise, "The Zhao Song royal family?"

"Only your lineage knows about the old story of Nan Tang Shanhaiguan. Even Li Qiushui doesn't know about it. In this world, most people who can still call out this name are probably from the Zhao family. What's more, the punch he used at the end... was the boxing technique of their Zhao family!"

"This person's martial arts are so powerful, I am afraid..."

Wuyazi said, "Are you afraid that you can't escape? His martial arts are indeed powerful, and his internal energy is very strange. But after all, he has only been practicing for a short time. He just withstood a blow from my internal energy that took him several dozen years to break free. He is probably breathing and healing now. You should hurry up and go."

As he spoke, he clapped his hands on the ground, turned his body in mid-air, and pressed a palm on Su Xinghe's head: "The previous battle has consumed a lot of energy. Now I don't have 70 years of internal energy to give you. After absorbing that person's energy, I have only 10 to 20 years of internal energy left. But it is enough to help you escape."

"Master..." Su Xinghe said in panic: "Give your inner strength to your disciple..."

“Don’t say anything.” Wuyazi said slowly, “I’ve already said that my master’s life span has come to an end…”

A moment later, Su Xinghe cried bitterly as he looked at Wuyazi's corpse. At this time, he heard the sound of running outside. He gritted his teeth, walked to the back wall of the house, and slammed it hard. A huge gap was immediately created in the wall, and then it rushed outwards.

But just as he got out of the wall, he saw a palm coming towards him. He hurriedly raised his hand to meet it, but even though he had gained ten or twenty years of internal strength, he was still no match for the palm and was knocked back into the house.

Su Xinghe was horrified and saw that the palm was coming again. This time he used all his strength to resist, but in just one or two breaths, he was knocked to the ground, and then he saw a strange young man standing in front of him.

Zhao Ti had already taken off his disguise. His face was as pale as paper. Although he had just used the first move of Taizu Changquan to block Wuyazi's close-range attack, he still suffered some minor injuries.

That attack consumed a great deal of his internal energy. Fortunately, his Huanyin Qi recovered quickly, and he had the help of the soft injury method of the Sunflower Manual. Otherwise, he would not have had the spare energy to stop Su Xinghe from escaping.

The Huan Yin Qi technique performed extremely strangely today. The mirage-like state was something that had never appeared before. The meridians in the body where the Huan Yin Qi flowed were connected together, and it looked like a mirage beast. The Qi was illusory and hard to tell, sometimes appearing and sometimes not, making it impossible for the opponent's Bei Ming Divine Art to absorb anything.

This is different from the internal force being as solid as an iron plate and the opponent cannot absorb it. It's like the Sweeping Monk, where the internal force is completely integrated and condensed into a substance that the Beiming Divine Art cannot absorb.

But this illusionary Yin Qi was not in that state, and he couldn't do the three-foot Qi wall of the sweeping monk at this moment, and his internal strength was condensed. The illusionary Yin Qi seemed to be switching between existence and non-existence, true and false, true and illusion, changing back and forth, which made Bei Ming Zhen Qi have nothing to absorb, and there was nothing to absorb when he wanted to absorb.

The opening of the Bei Ming Sheng Gong quotes Zhuangzi's Xiao Yao You, saying that there is a dark sea in the north of the world. The first priority is to accumulate a huge amount of internal strength. Once the internal strength is strong, all martial arts in the world can be used, just like the North Sea, which can carry all kinds of boats, big and small, and accommodate all kinds of fish, big and small.

The North Sea is likened to the sea, which can carry both large and small boats, and accommodate both large and small fish.

However, the Phantom Yin Qi can transform and cover up the meridians, deceiving other Qi in the body, and even at this moment it shows a mirage-like side.

The North Sea swallows everything, but how can it swallow a mirage? It is something that seems to exist but does not exist, illusory, even illusory. It can swallow nothing and leaves no trace.

Zhao Ti looked at Su Xinghe at his feet, bowed slightly, and lifted his wrist.

"You, who are you? What do you want to do?" Su Xinghe looked at Zhao Ti in surprise.

Zhao Ti took off the jewel ring that was the token of the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect from his finger and smiled at Su Xinghe.

"Mr. Congbian, don't panic. From today on, I will be the head of the Xiaoyao Sect for this generation."

A few hours later, in the lobby of the government office in Henan Prefecture, Luoyang, Xijing, Zhao Ti sat behind a desk and looked at the people who were brought up in front of him. They were Murong Fu and his four companions.

Murong Fu now understood what was going on. His face looked extremely ugly, his thin lips were tightly closed, and he said nothing.

Bao Bu Tong and Gong Ye Qian started to curse loudly. Zhao Ti frowned and said, "Take them out and chop them off!"

"You, you are taking human life lightly and oppressing the good people!" Deng Baichuan said with a look of grief and indignation.

"Oh?" Zhao Ti said calmly, "You... can also be considered kind? The Murong family has been planning to restore the country for hundreds of years, jumping around and making alliances everywhere. Isn't this a serious crime of treason? Those who commit treason will be punished with nine generations of their clan. The four of you are generals of the Murong family, serving Murong Fu and working hard for him. You all planned for treason and wanted to restore the Yan Kingdom that had been dead for hundreds of years. Is it unfair to execute you?"

"You..." Deng Baichuan was suddenly speechless. His lips moved, but he couldn't say a word of rebuttal. They were indeed planning a rebellion. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Murong Fu.

Murong Fu avoided his gaze and lowered his head slightly.

"Since you want to kill me, just kill me too." Deng Baichuan closed his eyes.

Zhao Ti said calmly, "If you stab me in the face, you will be executed immediately. No mercy will be shown. Do you want to learn from those two idiots?"

"I..." Deng Baichuan was stunned when he heard the word 'this king'. He looked at Murong Fu again, only to see that Murong Fu also raised his head in surprise.

Zhao Ti shook his head and said, "Murong Fu, you are in the martial arts world and have a reputation. Isn't it good to live a carefree life? Why do you want to dream of that unrealistic rebellion? You wasted your time and now you are a prisoner?"

Murong Fu gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Zhao Ti suddenly laughed at himself: "My title is Yan. Although there is no Yanyun in Song, it is just a name, but it is more real than the one in your dream. After all, Yanyun can still be recovered one day, and your Yan is just a dream."

"Yan, you are the King of Yan..." Murong Fu's expression changed drastically. He looked at Zhao Ti, as if he had lost his strength, and his body even became a little soft.

Zhao Ti looked at him for a moment and waved his hand: "Take these three to the prison, and bring the deaf-mute here."

A moment later, Su Xinghe and seven of the Eight Friends of Hangu were brought to the front of the hall. The bookworm Gou Du was already dead at that time.

Zhao Ti looked at Su Xinghe, thought for a moment and said, "Originally, when we were in that valley, I was going to execute all of you."

Su Xinghe said in a low and angry voice: "If you want to kill me, then kill me. Why waste your words?"

Zhao Ti sighed and glanced at the gem ring on his hand: "But now that I am the head of Xiaoyao Sect, I have to reconsider many things. Wuyazi is a remnant of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and his death is not a pity. You are not a big villain. Now that I am the head of the sect, I cannot kill the disciples without permission."

"You are the headmaster, who recognizes you as the headmaster?" Su Xinghe said angrily, "Master didn't pass the position of headmaster to you, who would recognize you as the headmaster?"

Zhao Ti said: "The leader's token is with me. Am I not the leader of Xiaoyao Sect?"

Su Xinghe sneered: "What's the use of just having the leader's token? The leader of Xiaoyao Sect cannot be made with just the token."

Zhao Ti said calmly, "I still have Bei Ming Divine Art and Ling Bo Wei Bu. Are they enough? If not, I still have Xiao Wu Xiang Gong. Moreover, although Wuyazi deserves death as a remnant of Southern Tang, you should know that his time is coming to an end. He wants to pass on his skills to you, which does not mean he died at my hands. Can't I be the head of the sect?"

"You..." Su Xinghe was shocked when he heard this: "How come you have Bei Ming Divine Art?"

Zhao Ti said, "It's not easy to explain to you now. You should go down and think about this matter carefully."

"I, I don't need to think about it. There is no way I will recognize you as the leader." Su Xinghe said angrily, and then a group of people were taken away by the soldiers.

Zhao Ti sat in the chair and pondered for a while, then stood up and walked out the door. At this time, the autumn wind blew outside, bringing a hint of chilliness.

Three days later, a prisoner car was built and everyone was taken back to the capital.

When they arrived in the capital, all these people were sent to the Infantry Prison. Then Zhao Ti did not even go back to the palace, but went directly into the palace.

Outside the imperial study, Yang Jian saw him and said happily, "Your Highness is finally back. The emperor has been talking about Your Highness these past few days, as if there is something important waiting for Your Highness to come back to discuss."

"Important matter?" Zhao Ti pondered for a moment and walked towards the imperial study.

(End of this chapter)