The whole audience was shocked and quiet at first.

Then there was a loud noise, and the soldiers in the tiankeng shouted "Commander Gong" and rushed down the rift to start rescuing people.

As for the palace soldiers behind Lin Che, they all widened their eyes and took a deep breath.

To be honest, although they had a good impression of Lin Che before, it was ultimately a feeling of having found a backer.

You can temporarily follow the mentality of an upstart. It's a hundred times better than going to jail.

But to say that they were genuinely convinced was definitely not the case. After all, Lin Che was still young, and it was impossible for him to expect these stubborn people to respect him just by giving them a little benefit.

And now, at this moment.

They had witnessed with their own eyes the terrifying power that Lin Che unleashed.

The entire process was just fourth-grade true energy, without any fifth-grade true energy, let alone the sixth-grade illusion.

In other words, Lin Che defeated the sixth-rank Gong Qiu with fourth-rank strength?

One punch sent him flying!!

What kind of power is this?

"Our Lord...he, he is not an ordinary person."

"Marquis of Champion! No wonder His Majesty gave him the title of Marquis of Champion. It turns out he really has such ability."

"If this method were used on the battlefield, even iron armor wouldn't be able to withstand it. If he breaks through to the fifth level of true essence, it will be even more terrifying."

"How do you know that the Marquis hasn't broken through to the fifth rank? He guessed that he must have failed to use his true energy. With this kind of strength, he must have learned martial arts at the age of three and been a proton for ten years. I don't know what kind of adventure he had."

At this moment, the two hundred soldiers were discussing the matter.

The look he gave Lin Che was not only filled with gratitude, but also with fanaticism and an inexplicable passion.

Following such a champion, maybe you can really accomplish something great.

"Who else is dissatisfied? Stand up!!"

At this moment, Lin Che endured countless gazes as he stood proudly. His tall and sturdy figure looked like a god from the Ninth Heaven who had descended to the earth.

Suppress all enemies!

The howling wind blew past, ruffling Lin Che's clothes and hair. No one in front of him dared to disobey.

No one dared to come forward to fight.

"My Lord—"

At this time, Yao Wenkuiye actually walked a few steps from behind and saluted:

"This subordinate and Gong Qiu are old acquaintances. Why don't you let me go and check on him?"

"Well! Go ahead. You shouldn't die."

Although Lin Che didn't use his full strength, Gong Qiu was at least a sixth-grade cultivator, so he wouldn't be killed by a single punch.

Moreover, I didn't expect Yao Wenkuiye to know Gong Qiu. That would make things easier.

He was still wondering whether he should give a few more instructions.

Yao Wenkuiye understood: "Yes. I will definitely persuade him."

After saying that, he rushed forward and ran down the valley.

Not long after, Yao Wenkuiye found Gong Qiu halfway up the mountain. A group of soldiers surrounded him, and two people were supporting him.

Gong Qiu is not dead.

But he was already seriously injured, his body covered in blood, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

This punch almost made Gong Qiu hallucinate. He flew backwards and almost saw his great-grandmother who had passed away many years ago.

The soldier next to him was very excited: "Damn it, this champion marquis is too bullying. Commander Gong, hold on, the doctor will be here soon."

"He must have taken some special medicine, otherwise, how could he have unleashed such a powerful force? Impossible."

"If we can't defeat them head-on, we'll use poison. Is there any shortage of poison in our tiankeng? If we have to die, we'll die together!"

"Stop—who are you? Go ahead and stop him. He's the lackey of that champion marquis."

With a loud noise, several big-headed soldiers surrounded Yao Wenkuiye.

Yao Wenkui didn't even look at them, but just looked at Gong Qiu and said:

"Uncle Qiu, I haven't seen you for so many years. How come your cultivation has weakened so much?"

Gong Qiu's face was pale and he was about to fall. After hearing this, he subconsciously looked up.

There are very few people who can call him Uncle Qiu.

Besides, no one had called him that in many years.

"You...you are, you are? Yao..."

Gong Qiu trembled all over and finally recognized Yao Wenkuiye, but just as he was about to call out his name, he stopped immediately.

After all, Yao Wenkui is a serious prisoner.

How did you escape?

"Get out of the way—I, I want to talk to him alone. Let's go!"

Although Gong Qiu said this, the other soldiers were not at all reassured.

Yao Wenkui smiled and admitted frankly, "Uncle Qiu, it's okay. I didn't escape from prison. I was rescued by the Marquis of Guanjun. Now, I have no charges against me. I'm not a fugitive either. Don't worry."

"Really? Come on, tell me." Gong Qiu seemed very excited. After saying a few words, he coughed again.

"Let's not talk about it for now. Let's take a pill first."

Yao Wenkuiye took out a small bottle from his arms and poured out a pill. "This is the Third Transformation Return to Origin Pill. It was given to me by the Champion Marquis. He gave ten pills to everyone. He's very wealthy. Take one first. I don't know when the doctor will arrive."

Gong Qiu did not have much doubt and still had great trust in Yao Wenkui.

After all, Gong Qiu was a guard under Yao Wenkuiye's father. Unfortunately, everything changed later because of Prince Yan's rebellion.

The two hadn't seen each other for many years, but there was no time for them to reminisce.

After Gong Qiu took the pill, he felt much better.

Yao Wenkuiye consoled him: "It seems that you have been poisoned for many years. No wonder you can't beat him."

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