The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

Yun Qianyue stared at the man on the stage.

"Okay!" Just listened to the old emperor around him applaud.

"This skill is really good! Whose son is this? How does it look a bit like Jing Shizi? When did Rong Wangfu have such a character besides Jing Shizi?" Prince De also praised , Looked away at Rongjing.

"Yes! I haven't seen it before?" The old emperor also looked at Rongjing.

Rong Jing glanced at Yun Qianyue, and saw her staring at Rong Feng on the stage, his eyes narrowed, his light eyes dim, but he glanced back at a glance, the darkness faded, and only the light, to the old emperor The Prince of Germany said softly: "His name is Rong Feng, a side branch of the great-grandfather of the glorious king's palace. This side branch was given a talented person, and the Mongolian emperor granted Wen Bohou's palace. The father Wang conquered the country and never returned. The Wen Bohou Mansion went through an assassination affair. Over three hundred people were killed overnight. Since then, it has not fallen. The emperor also pursued this matter. In the end, it was impossible to find the murderer in the end. But Wen Bohoufu did not stop there, but left Rong Feng who was sent to Tianxueshan to study martial arts since he was a child. China. Just entered Beijing yesterday and temporarily stayed in the Royal Palace. So it is not surprising that the emperor and the Prince of Germany had never seen him."

"It turned out to be the descendant of Wen Bohou Mansion!" The old emperor nodded and looked at the old face of Rong Feng on the high platform.

"No wonder he looks a bit like Jing Shizi! It turned out to be a side branch of King Rong's mansion!" Prince German nodded and looked at Rong Feng with a sigh: "The door of Wen Bohou Mansion was destroyed overnight. There have been no clues in the big case in the past 100 years. Wen Bohou was the most talented person in my heavenly holy year, I am afraid that it is not inferior to today's Jing Shizi. Unfortunately, Brother Rong Rong sent his troops and never returned, and now a decade has passed. It is very gratifying to have descendants of Wen Bohou."

"Good! Brother Rong and Wen Bohou have been away for more than ten years!" The old emperor also sighed.

Yun Qingyue moved his mind, and looked away from the platform to look at Rongjing. He saw that his face was pale and his eyes were faint, as if the old emperor and the Prince of Germany were not talking about his family. She flicked her eyebrow for a moment, then turned her head to continue to look into the field, just in line with Rong Feng's sight to her.

Four eyes are opposite. Rong Feng instantly looked away and turned his back.

Although it was a little far away, Yun Qiangyue still clearly saw the pain of a passing flash in his eyes. Her lips twitched, thinking that the body owner had indeed seen and had a certain deep connection with Rong Feng. What is the connection? She remembered what he said that day, and suddenly felt her heart hurt inexplicably. She lowered her head, stretched her hand to cover her heart, and looked at herself uncomfortably.

Rong Jing's eyes suddenly looked over, his eyes fixed on Yun Qingyue's hand covering her heart, and the light eyes instantly formed a black vortex, as if to draw her hand covering her heart.

The pain was only a moment, and disappeared when Yun Qiangyue wanted to explore. She searched hard in her mind for memory, but she didn't even notice it. She sighed and raised her head again. I saw a person standing opposite Rong Feng, a young man about the age of Rong Feng, she didn't know.

"Weak Beauty, you're capable, but actually invited him back. For that broken snow?" Ye Qingran watched Rong Feng appear, approached Rong Jing, and lowered his voice.

Rong Jing glanced at Ye Qingran, silently.

Ye Qingran grunted, "What if he is an apprentice of the old Snow Mountain? Ben Xiao Wang is not afraid of him, and still wins back the broken snow to play with Sister Yue."

"As long as you win him." Rong Jing said lightly.

"Then you look! Ben Xiaowang won him naturally. Anyway, you lost your martial arts, don't think about the broken snow. Xiange is not my opponent." Ye Qingran had a confident and confident look.

"Although the broken snow is good, it is only ranked third in the world's three famous swords." Rong Jingdao.

"The first and second swords have lost their traces a hundred years ago. As long as those two swords don't come out in a day, this broken snow is the most precious sword. Ben Xiaowang had to take it today." Ye Qing Do not take it seriously.

"Well, I hope you can succeed, don't let her down." Rong Jing couldn't hear the emotion and threw a word.

"That's nature!" Ye Qingran heard Yan Qianyue and saw that she looked into the field. The expression and look on her face were not the same as before. He looked down at her and saw her eyes down. In Rong Feng's body, that kind of gaze was not her pure, pure and indifferent past. She couldn't tell what it was, but it always felt different. He withdrew his eyes and asked Rong Jing doubtfully, "Sister Yue and Rong Feng know each other?"

"Where do I know!" Rong Jing didn't go to see Yun Qingyue, his voice was weak, "I don't know anyone who doesn't know her is afraid!"

Ye Qingran was stunned, and then he pouted and snorted Rongjing, "It's just asking you, how are you like eating an earthen cannon? It's not strange that someone knows Sister Yue, I just wonder that Sister Yue looks like It’s like knowing the kid. Wasn’t he sent to Tianxueshan since childhood and worshipped under the old man of Xueshan? How could Sister Yue know him?"

"Then you need to ask your good month sister." Rong Jing's voice is still faint, seeming indifferent. But if you listen carefully, it still feels different.

"I would naturally ask, but not now." Ye Qingran ignored Rong Jing and glanced at Yun Qianyue, seeing her looking at the field intently, and also looking into the field.

"In the first game, Rong Feng, the son of Wenbo's House, against Wensheng, the son of General Wen's Mansion. The contest begins!" a referee beside the four princes shouted loudly.

Everyone, three or two whispers, straightened up, stopped talking, and looked into the field.

I saw the shouting fell, and the two of them on the high platform instantly shook hands. Before everyone could see clearly how to do it, they saw that Wen Sheng, the son of General Wen's Mansion, was shot down on the high platform with a beautiful arc. I don't understand how I was beaten down before I even made a move.

"Good! Sure enough, he is the descendant of Wen Bohou!" The old emperor applauded.

"Yes! This skill is really serious!" Prince German also praised.

"Half-stroke will win or lose, and the shot will not hurt people! There is a gentleman style!" Lord Yun also praised.

"At that time, Wen Bo was a talented man, and it was not unusual for his descendants to have this skill." The filial prince said in a few words that he should say something, but Rong Feng was a side branch of Rongwang Mansion. Able to say the right words in disguise.

"It really is the apprentice of the old snow mountain." Ye Qingran also praised. I was wondering if I could throw General Wen's kid off the high platform if I was half a move, so I thought that Wen Sheng was originally a straw bag, and I could also throw him off the high platform.

Rong Jing's face was light, and it seemed that such a situation had long been expected by him, without any statement.

"The first round of Wenbohoufu's son won! In the second round, Fengyang General's young son Fengyang came to power!" The referee shouted loudly.

One of the people in the following group flew up, and he had to make the move before the referee said it had begun. The moves are fierce and they hit Rong Feng noodle door directly. Rong Feng evaded lightly, swinging his sleeves, only to see him wave his hand easily, Feng Yang fluttered out like a catkin, and everyone exclaimed again, and then he was thrown off the high platform, but this time Feng Yang replanted it all at once, obviously Rong Feng deliberately did it.

"Good!" The old emperor shouted again.

Prince German and others nodded together, although the words of praise were not spoken, but the expression on the face actually showed praise.

Although Yun Qiangyue has lost all his martial arts, his eyesight is better than ordinary people. She saw that Rong Feng's shot was simple, but she flung the people out lightly, and the two obviously hadn't even touched the edge of his half-silk clothes, obviously he had a strong internal force.

"The second round of Wenbohoufu's son won! The third round of the Ministry of Military Affairs, the son of Wang Lang, went to power!" the referee shouted again.

His voice just fell, and a slightly older man flew onto the high platform.

The same as the previous two, but Xu Kungfu was once again stepped down.

"In the third round, the son of Wen Bohoufu won! In the fourth round, the son of Wenchang Junfu took office!" the referee shouted again. Another person flew up below. Like the man just now, he was quickly knocked off the stage.

"The fourth round of Wenbohoufu son won! The fifth round..." The referee shouted again.

Immediately after repeating the same action, the man was thrown off the stage as soon as he got on stage.

Then someone came to power, and someone stepped down. More than 20 people have been knocked off the stage.

Everyone in this pavilion was quiet, only the old emperor occasionally applauded.

After about half an hour later, more than 100 people were ousted from the stage by Rong Feng. The referee continued to shout, without stopping. Rong Feng did not have any objections on the platform.

Yun Qingyue frowned, looked away from the stage and looked down at the stage, only to see a black pressure, about a thousand people. She thought how could a thousand people deal with one person if such a wheel battle continued? She withdrew her eyes and looked at the people sitting. No one disagreed. Everyone glanced at Rong Jing's pale face and Ye Qingran's serious look. The two obviously had no objections. She pursed her lips and turned to the old emperor: "Uncle Emperor, if he didn't lose, he has been on this stage? Look, there are so many people below! If this continues, wouldn't he win? Are you exhausted?"

Yun Qianyue's voice is not low, enough for everyone in the pavilion to hear. Everyone turned to look at her after hearing the words.

The old emperor also withdrew his eyes from the field and smiled and said, "This is the rule of the Wushou General Assembly over the years. My Heavenly Man needs not only martial arts, but also endurance and physical strength. Champion!"