Sword martial arts dragon

Chapter 258 Super Genius
Zhao Letian retreated a full two or three feet before he stopped with difficulty, his eyes showed horror, and he looked at the person who made the shot.

The strength of this person is too terrifying.

He can be sure that this person just hit him and Wan Yanzheng easily with a single blow just now. This strength can be called terrifying.

"Peak of the Nine Realms of True Martial Arts?"

Zhao Letian stared intently at the mighty young man in gold-plated armor, a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

Although they are both at the peak of the Ninth Layer of True Martial Arts, the oppressive feeling of this young man in armor is much stronger than that of Yu Wenhui, and even stronger than that of the one who practiced magic arts. At least, Zhao The Li in Le Tian's memory is definitely not as scary as this person.

In addition, this person is not only powerful, but also sits on the chief seat. Obviously, his status is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

At the same time, all the geniuses present were also staring at the armored youth with fear in their eyes, including Yu Wenhui, who was ranked third among the ten princes of the capital.

As for Wanyan Zheng, who was blown to his seat, he didn't even dare to look at the armored youth. He lowered his head, didn't dare to refute a word, and sat down obediently.

"Today is the night banquet of the royal palace. It's fine to discuss and add to the fun, but it's not appropriate to kill people. After all, you are all candidates for consorts selected by the royal family. If you die in the palace, it will damage the face of the royal family. Forget it this time, let’s not take it as an example, let’s all sit down and drink for fun.”

The young man in armor didn't even look at Zhao Letian. After one move to solve the situation, he returned to the main seat again, and raised his voice with a blank expression. In the middle, there is also a faint sense of command, as if the superior is arrogant to the inferior.

Although Zhao Letian was still a little depressed, he didn't say much, he found a seat and sat down.

This person was not hostile to him, or in other words, he didn't take him seriously at all, so he naturally didn't need to provoke this person easily.

"Hmph, Meng Yi, don't forget, you are just the adoptive son of the lord, and today you are just taking the place of the lord, entertaining all the geniuses, who are you showing your ugly face to? Could it be that you really think that you Are you a member of the royal family with the blood of the royal family? Just looking at your stinky face is full of anger, who has the desire to drink for fun."

Almost everyone was very afraid of the armored Meng Yi, but there was one person who was not afraid and snorted unceremoniously.

However, this person's voice is quite weird, it is obviously a man, but the voice is very high-pitched, and it sounds like a woman.

Zhao Letian was slightly startled, quite surprised in his heart, and immediately followed the sound.

I saw that the person who spoke was sitting under the main seat, and it was obvious that his status was also extraordinary.

This man is indeed a man, but he is wearing a pink robe with fluttering belts, like a long skirt. He is thin and slender, with fair and smooth skin, delicate facial features, and light makeup. He has a very feminine temperament. He leans against the table On the table, holding an exquisite jug, pouring himself a drink, and at the same time not forgetting to roll his eyes at Meng Yi with a charming posture.

"Hua Qianyang, although today is the royal palace banquet, it is not appropriate to do anything, but if you want to die, I can make an exception and send you on your way. Anyway, Your Royal Highness, no matter what, I will not take a fancy to a monster like you who is neither male nor female. "

Meng Yi's face darkened, and he said indifferently, a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.

What he hates the most in his life is when others mention his adopted son status. Moreover, he has long disliked this Hua Qianyang. If given the chance, he would definitely not mind killing this neither man nor woman.

"Smelly man, who are you calling a monster? I just want to seek death, and you can kill me if you have the ability."

Hua Qianyang directly smashed the flagon in his hand, stood up, stared at Meng Yi and said, without any look of fear, exuding an icy cold aura.

Everyone's eyes suddenly showed playfulness, and they were ready to sit and watch a good show.

Although Meng Yi's strength is extremely strong, Hua Qianyang is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he is also not easy to provoke. If the two of them fight, it will be much more exciting than Zhao Letian and Wan Yanzheng.

"Okay, Hua Qianyang, at the banquet, it's not easy to see blood, if you want to die, just follow me out."

Meng Yi stood up, his tone was cold, and he was about to go outside.

"Just go, I'm afraid you won't succeed."

Hua Qianyang still showed no signs of fear, she was about to walk out with her sleeves swishing lightly.

"Amitabha, the two benefactors, please rest the anger of the thunder. We are here today to have a banquet, neither to drink and have fun, nor to provoke troubles. The only thing we care about is the marriage of Her Royal Highness. Brother Meng should get rid of this as soon as possible. Let me tell you the real purpose of this banquet."

At this moment, under the other side of the main seat, a young man dressed as a fan monk suddenly stood up, folded his hands, stood in front of Meng Yi and the two, and said calmly.

"Another super genius."

Zhao Letian looked at the young fan monk, his eyes sparkled, and he thought to himself.

This young monk, dressed in reddish-brown animal skin, showed a strong arm, and hung a string of skull-shaped bone Buddha beads around his neck. Although he did not reveal a strong aura, just standing there gave people A feeling of harmony with the Tao, obviously, his realm above the martial arts is already very high.

What's more, in this person's kind and Buddha-like temperament, there is also a cruel and bloodthirsty aura of madness, which is very dreadful.

If Zhao Letian is not mistaken, he, like Hua Qianyang, is a super genius comparable to Meng Yi, stronger than Yu Wenhui.

"Yan Moluo, who wants you to be troublesome, smelly monk, get out of the way."

Hua Qianyang didn't appreciate it, and scolded coldly.

"Brother Hua, there will be a battle between us and Meng Yi sooner or later, and the one who wins in the end will have a showdown with that person, but today is not the time, I have other important matters that need to be dealt with urgently, so please brother Meng Let everyone know the purpose of the banquet as soon as possible."

Fan monk Yan Moluo shook his head and smiled.

"Alright, let's do business first, and then send this man and woman on the road."

Meng Yi nodded, and gave Hua Qianyang a cold look.

"Hmph, it's not certain who will send whom on the road."

Hua Qianyang snorted coldly.

"Everyone, the purpose of this banquet is very simple. One month later, it will be the Lord's birthday. When the time comes, all of you who are candidates for son-in-law will offer congratulatory gifts to the Lord in front of everyone in the capital. This congratulatory gift will also become the betrothal gift for you to marry Her Royal Highness, whoever has the most expensive congratulatory gift will be most likely to win this competition."

Meng Yi ignored Hua Qianyang, looked around at the crowd, and said loudly.

(End of this chapter)