Demon Emperor Crazy Concubine: Waste wood will defy the sky

Chapter 1787 The Bloody Son and Xun'er (27)

On Yan Zichen's face, that cold smile was even worse.

Qian Beixun's words fell into Yan Zichen's ears, and he thought that this young man was so arrogant, he must have acquaintances in the Lingzong!It's a pity that no matter what status the people he knows have in the Lingzong, they can't change his ultimate fate!

"I'm sorry," Yan Zichen raised the corners of his lips and smiled coldly, "I am the next young master of the Lingzong!"

In fact, he was only one of the candidates for the young master of the Lingzong, but he just said such words in order to shock Qian Beixun even more.

"Young master of the Lingzong?" Qian Beixun smiled coldly, "Even if the suzerain of your Lingzong comes, I will also abolish him!"

"Humph!"

Yan Zichen sneered, and the aura gradually emerged from his body: "Then I want to see if you have the strength!"

boom!
The powerful aura attacked Qian Beixun like a hurricane. However, under the hurricane, Qian Beixun's face remained unchanged, with a shallow arc raised on his lips.

"Is this all your strength?"

Qian Beixun sneered: "You can't protect her at all with your strength."

Looking at Qian Beixun, who was indifferent under his pressure, Yan Zichen's expression finally changed. He quickly drew out his long sword, and fell fiercely at Qian Beixun.

Jingle!

With a crisp sound, his long sword seemed to have slashed on steel, and he couldn't even break through the opponent's clothes. On the contrary, Yan Zichen's hand was numb from the shock, and the sword in his hand almost fell to the ground. on the ground.

Feng Qianhuan narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at Qian Beixun, a ray of light flashed in her blood-red eyes.

How strong is this man?As a Martial Emperor, Yan Zichen couldn't even unfold his clothes, as if his flesh and clothes were made of steel, extremely hard.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Yan Zichen took two steps back, his face was pale, he really didn't understand why he was so painless when he made a move with all his strength?
"Are you finished?" Qian Beixun raised the corner of his lips, "Then it's my turn now."

While Yan Zichen was in a daze, the young man in a white robe appeared in front of him, and a sharp palm wind came towards him. With a bang, Yan Zichen's body suddenly flew upside down and fell outside the study room. .

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Qian Beixun in astonishment, thinking about countermeasures in his heart.

However, he also understood that the opponent's palm had caused extremely serious damage to his internal organs!
"With your strength, you want to snatch my woman?" Qian Beixun pulled Feng Qianhuan aside, and squeezed her waist tightly. Then, he slightly raised his head, proudly looking down at the lying woman. The man who fell to the ground.

Just when Qian Beixun was about to step forward, suddenly, a hasty voice came from the front, shouting anxiously: "Your Majesty, something is wrong, the Ninth Prince has gone mad, he has gone mad!"

Nine princes?
Zuo Chen?

Feng Qianhuan's face completely sank, she picked up the eunuch who was rushing towards her, with a gloomy and murderous look in her eyes.

"Tell me, where is Chen'er?"

Maybe it was the murderous intent emanating from Feng Qianhuan, which made the eunuch stunned for a moment, and blurted out: "In Jingyang Palace."

"Jingyang Palace? Concubine Liu!" Feng Qianhuan ruthlessly threw the eunuch on the ground, murderous intent shot out from his eyes, "If Chen'er makes a mistake, I want everyone in your palace to be buried with him!"

(End of this chapter)