Villain Fantasies: The Empress Takes My Opportunity From My Mother's Womb

"Su Beimu, today I want you to reveal your true colors."

The cheering shouts seemed to express the inner unrest of the young people.

Next to him, the law enforcement elder was sweating profusely on his forehead, and he was afraid to look directly at the palace master's calm gaze.

He never thought that the Ninth Son would be so reckless.

He is your uncle at any rate, no matter how young you are, your seniority is there, so it's really against the rules to behave like this.

Of course, Mu Fan was aware of this, but he couldn't suppress the restlessness in his heart at all.

The huge negative emotions have already made him lose his sanity, and he has not considered some problems in it at all.

As for the old man with the ring, he has really been asleep for too many years, and his judgment on many things is somewhat inaccurate.

For example, he didn't know what the words "rejecting Kangcheng" meant.

On the other side, Su Beimu blinked and stared at the son of luck with some puzzlement.

"Is this guy crazy in practice?"

Ignoring the other party's intentions, Shizi held the chess with one hand and was thinking about how to overthrow his senior brother, the palace master.

Seeing this, Mu Fan sneered, and without waiting for the law enforcement elder to speak, he immediately described his discovery today in detail.

"Palace Master Qi, the purity of this person's demon energy is absolutely beyond the reach of ordinary casual cultivation techniques."

"Especially that silver-haired demon posture, it's like a heavenly demon descending into the world, and it is definitely inextricably linked with the demon sect."

That's why the old man in the ring didn't stop him.

With such a terrifying demon skill, if it is said that Su Beimu has no connection with the Demon Cult, I am afraid that no one will believe it.

Where is Tiandao Palace?
The leader of the current righteous way, the only existence that can stand up to Da Guangming Temple, has countless disciples, all of them hate evil and take it as their duty to protect the common people in the world.

In such a place, how could the monsters of the Demon Cult be allowed to make trouble.

Mu Fan, who kept sneering, seemed to have seen the scene of the son being suppressed before his eyes.

However, the law enforcement elders on the side had a different view.

"Oops, Oops." His sweat hasn't stopped since he entered the door.

As an old man of Tiandao Palace, he knows the temper of the Palace Master too well.

He had envisioned many scenarios in advance, and even thought about the rhetoric for different reactions.

But who can tell him why those two people are so calm?
Especially Shenzi, who did not lift his eyelids from the beginning to the end, as if all kinds of vicious accusations were referring to others.

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"Don't explain?" Yan Fenglou smiled slightly, looking in a very good mood.

He won the game of chess.

Regardless of how young his junior brother is, his chess attainments are really astonishing.

The two sides fought fiercely for many games, but the total score was that he, the contemporary leader, was slightly behind.

It is estimated that a large number of people will be scared to death if it is spread.

In fact, there is no need for Yan Fenglou to underestimate himself.

In the previous life, Su Beimu was forced to play chess by his parents since he was a child, and the various training classes never stopped, and the cruel enemies on the computer appeared one after another.

In terms of chess experience, Palace Master Yan really can't compare with him.

"Oh, the chess is missing a move." Su Beimu threw away the chess piece boredly, turned his head with a sigh, and stared at Mu Fan indifferently: "Let me ask you, do you know what happened in the capital of Dazhou recently?"

"Kyoto?" Mu Fan frowned. He had been traveling for a long time, so he naturally had a special channel for news.

As the imperial capital of the Wind and Cloud Society, countless major events happened there every day, how could he know what the other party was referring to.

On the other hand, the law enforcement elders on the side echoed with an ugly expression: "The son of God's words refer to the murder of the prince in the street that shocked the Great Zhou?"

Hearing this, Mu Fan suddenly thought of something, his face changed suddenly, and his firm eyes gradually wavered.

Not long ago, the twelve princes of the Great Zhou clashed with people in the street.

That man was a black-clothed swordsman, and his words didn't mean anything.

The prince was furious, and immediately invited the other party to the martial arts stage.

The Great Zhou Dynasty was full of emphasis on martial arts, and martial arts arenas were established in various places. Any problem that could not be solved, both sides could go up and use their fists to reason.

If there is a martial arts stage, life and death are irrelevant.

Having said that, no one could have imagined that the black-clothed swordsman would actually kill the twelve princes of Da Zhou on the ring.

When performing martial arts in the arena, life and death should not be considered. Everyone knows the rules, but there must be an explanation for the death of the prince.

Many people know that the death of the young swordsman is only a matter of time.

Outside the capital, the imperial family had ten thousand ways to make him disappear without a sound.

Perhaps seeing through this point, the black-clothed swordsman established himself in the capital, and even let it out to the outside world, accepting the challenge of a martial artist in the spiritual realm every week.

The implication is, if you want revenge, I will give you a chance, see you in the ring.

The arrogant attitude completely angered the supporters of the Great Zhou royal family.

Countless people are gearing up to show their loyalty with the head of a young swordsman.

The result was beyond everyone's expectations. Two months later, the black-clothed swordsman killed twelve challengers one after another.

In the field of spiritual martial arts, no one in the huge capital can deal with him.

This extremely domineering young swordsman is the "friend" of His Royal Highness, Qin Feng, the son of luck who escaped from the northern border.

Seeing that the two of them knew about it, Su Beimu asked again: "Then, do you know the specific background of this famous man in Kyoto?"

"Like, it seems to be from rejecting Beicheng." The law enforcement elder wanted to kneel down, and at this moment, he was crazily cursing the people beside him in his heart.

It's fine if you say you're stupid, but I'm as stupid as you are.

"So what if it's from the North City?" Mu Fan was still stubborn.

"Sigh." Su Beimu shook his head, and said calmly, "Qin Feng, the swordsman, ranks No. 1 on the rookie list of the Demon Dao with an unrivaled posture."

"My magic power comes from him."

As he said that, Shizi slowly raised his head, a terrifying suction emerged, and the vitality of the surrounding world was instantly emptied.

These scenes are very similar to the rumored vision of Qin Feng when he made a move.

"Then, how do you explain your demon body?"

"It's very simple." With a thought, a black magic lotus appeared out of thin air, and the eerie light seemed to be captivating.

"The combination of the chaotic green lotus and the demon seed gave birth to the demon body you are talking about."

"Speaking of which, I am also a victim. Of course, I am not against it."

Su Beimu's words are true, and he is not afraid of any investigation, and it is precisely because of this that Mu Fan feels even more desperate.

Seeing that the two of them had nothing to say, Yan Fenglou at the side finally spoke up: "Old Fan, you will go crazy after my disciple messes around."

"Palace Master, I."

"Removing you from the position of elder is a small punishment and a big punishment."

"Thank you, Palace Master, for your understanding."

Elder Fan Bo left in a faltering manner. He worked hard all his life, but he didn't expect to be tricked by a junior disciple at the end of his life.

"Let him be spared." Yan Fenglou looked at Shizi.

This cheap junior of his comes from Jubei City, and he has power equivalent to two high-level Martial Emperors at his side that can be called upon at any time.

Such power is enough to easily wipe out many small and medium-sized aristocratic sects, and it is easy to kill Fan Bo.

Just like what Yan Fenglou said, the dismissal of Fan Bo's law enforcement elders is indeed only a minor punishment.

"Listen to senior brother." Su Beimu smiled, forgiving the mistake of the confused elder.

People are only being used by those with ulterior motives, and the crime is not death.

As for our classmate Mu Fan
"Your heart is attached to the Dao Palace, so you don't care about false accusations." The moment the son opened his mouth, it was beyond everyone's expectations in an instant.

In the end, before he could be happy, the next sentence made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"But you have no respect for your elders, we have to talk about this matter."