The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

Shaoyuan Jun felt a sudden in his heart, and said timidly: "My child also heard that Han Chen has some skills, and he wants to make friends with him so that he can help his father in the future. Who knows, the person he sent was killed by him immediately... ..."

Snapped!

Mr. Pingyuan slapped Mr. Shaoyuan on the face, and said angrily, "Befriend? Do you know who he is!"

Jun Shaoyuan fell to the ground, looking at his father in disbelief...

In the past, no matter how absurd the things I did, my father has never been like this!

After decades of authority, although Mr. Pingyuan is not good at martial arts, the coercion contained in his eyes is no less than that of the current powerhouse!

For a moment, Mr. Shaoyuan couldn't even speak the words he was frightened by.

Mr. Pingyuan shook his head helplessly. Regarding this son, he really wished he could kill him with his own hands!

Unfortunately, he is his only incense.

Originally, with the help of the farm family, he had already arranged everything, but this plan was ruined because of Mr. Shaoyuan's recklessness!

Mr. Pingyuan panted heavily, pointed at Mr. Shaoyuan and said, "You know, that gentleman is not only a sage of Confucianism, but now, he is also the national teacher of Qin State. Of!"

"Befriend? What are you!"

After speaking, he kicked Shao Yuan-kun in the chest.

For this kick, Mr. Pingyuan used all his strength. However, he is not good at martial arts. For Mr. Shaoyuan, who has reached the first level of cultivation, it is really nothing.

However, in the face of his father, Mr. Shaoyuan did not dare to protect his body with his true energy, so he received the kick firmly, and his body fell and flew out, looking extremely embarrassed.

Looking at Mr. Shaoyuan who was full of fear, Mr. Pingyuan's anger receded a little.

Mr. Shaoyuan is stupid, but Zhao Zong is a smart person. After watching for a long time, he guessed some of the clues. Although he didn't know what the plan of Mr. Pingyuan was, even if it was to keep Mr. Shaoyuan If you don't let your hard work these years go to waste, you have to speak up to persuade him.

Chapter 190: Killing Heart, Making Friends (2/3)

"Looking for news?" Mr. Pingyuan looked at Zhao Zong coldly.

Zhao Zong secretly thought something was wrong. It seems that Mr. Pingyuan didn't want to befriend Han Chen, but had great hostility towards him.

"Then Han Chen is the national teacher of Qin State, and he must have ulterior motives when he came to Zhao State. Lord Shaoyuan was also worried about the safety of Zhao State, so he did not hesitate to send out the strong men in the mansion..."

Although he knew that Zhao Zong was lying to him, Mr. Pingyuan's face looked better.

No one knows his absurd son better than himself.

Share worries for the country?

In his eyes, the word [Zhao Guo] has never been used before. The reason why Mr. Pingyuan really calmed down his anger was because he thought of an excellent solution.

Looking at Mr. Shaoyuan who was still kneeling on the ground, Mr. Pingyuan shouted, "Get over here!"

Mr. Shaoyuan stood up scramblingly, and stood aside tremblingly.

Mr. Pingyuan sighed.

After all, it is his own son...

From his bosom, he took out a piece of silk that he carried with him, and asked Mr. Shaoyuan to wipe off the dust on his face. Then Mr. Pingyuan said flatly, "What is the cultivation level of the person you sent?"

As soon as he heard his father's words, Mr. Shaoyuan became interested. He knew that most of his father's anger had dissipated.

Immediately said solemnly: "The person sent by the boy is the strongest in the mansion, and also a master of the first level of mythology!"

Hearing Mr. Shaoyuan's words, Mr. Pingyuan shook his head helplessly. His son was not only idle, but also very narrow-minded.

In his eyes, a person with the first level of mythology is already a great master, but he does not know that in the eyes of those truly strong, the first level of mythology is not as good as a dog.

He even knew something that Mr. Shaoyuan didn't know.

In his mansion, the so-called great master entered the inn, without saying a word, he attacked that gentleman's subordinates, but in the end, he was beheaded with a sword...

What a complete fool!

"Could it be possible, father thinks..."

Jun Shaoyuan stretched out his hand and made a beheading motion.

Lord Pingyuan didn't answer what Lord Shaoyuan said, but gave Zhao Zong a cold look.

Zhao Zong made a smart move, and said quickly: "The grassroots leave!"

After Zhao Zong left, Mr. Pingyuan said expressionlessly: "I don't care what your intentions are, old man, how many people died in your house, you just need to remember, in the future, don't provoke that gentleman to get angry again! "

Mr. Shaoyuan nodded quickly, and said, "My child, remember it!"

After pondering for a moment, Mr. Pingyuan picked up his teacup and took a big sip.

Coming out of the court hall, he came to the Shaoyuan Monarch's Mansion. He hadn't rested since early morning, and he was a little tired at the moment.

Putting down the teacup, Mr. Pingyuan said: "Just remember it, there is one more thing for my father, I have to tell you to do it!"

Mr. Shaoyuan was shaken, and hurriedly said: "Father, just give orders!"

Mr. Pingyuan glanced at him and said, "A moment ago, you two were going to Fengyuexuan, right?"

Shaoyuan Jun nodded honestly, he knew that no matter what he did, he would never be able to hide it from his father's eyes.

But Mr. Pingyuan never got angry, but said lightly: "In the afternoon, you go to that gentleman's residence in person, and as your son of Zhao Guo, invite that gentleman to go to Fengyuexuan to enjoy singing and dancing!"

Jun Shaoyuan was taken aback, he didn't expect his father to say such a thing.

In the past, when I heard that I went to that kind of place, my father didn't break my leg, it was already easy, why today...

Besides, based on what he said just now, didn't he have murderous intentions towards Han Chen?

After thinking for a while, Mr. Shaoyuan suddenly realized, and said, "It turns out that father wants to attack Han Chen in Fengyuexuan!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Pingyuan raised his hand again, and Mr. Shaoyuan's face changed, but after raising it for a while, Mr. Pingyuan slowly lowered his hand.

The disappointment in his eyes grew stronger and stronger.

Sighing, Mr. Pingyuan said: "Everything in Fengyuexuan is arranged for my father. You just need to remember that you invited that gentleman just to make friends with him!"

"My child, remember!" Shaoyuan Jun said timidly.

Shaking his head, Mr. Pingyuan stood up and walked outside, but stopped before reaching the door.

"After this, go to the army to practice. It's better to die on the battlefield than to die in a woman's belly!"

After finishing speaking, Mr. Pingyuan waved his sleeves and walked out without looking back.

A hint of joy appeared on Shaoyuan-jun's face.

He didn't care about what King Pingyuan said before he left.

My father said this kind of thing not once or twice, but he never took it seriously. After all, he was his own father and son. How could he have the heart to let his son die?

More importantly, I can go to Fengyuexuan in a legitimate way, and at worst, I will just pretend to be a snake with that Han Chen.

As for the death of the disciple of the mythical realm, he had already forgotten it.

Zhao Zong came in from the door, and when he heard that Mr. Shaoyuan did not hide the conversation just now, a sense of crisis suddenly appeared in his heart.

Years of ups and downs in the business world have also allowed Zhao Zong to develop an extremely keen sense of danger.

After listening to Mr. Shaoyuan's narration, he knew that this matter was not that simple.

Seeing that it was almost noon, Mr. Shaoyuan said, "Let's go! Let's go meet that person!"

Zhao Zong's complexion changed, and he quickly lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, Zhao Zong suddenly feels unwell, let's go to Fengyuexuan another day!"

Mr. Shaoyuan sneered, glanced at Zhao Zong's huge belly, looked down again, showed a wretched smile, and said, "You can't do it, can you?"

Zhao Zong showed a wry smile, and said, "I'm really unwell, I hope your majesty will forgive me!"

"Forget it, if you don't go, I will go by myself!"

After finishing speaking, he gave Zhao Zong a disdainful look, and walked out the door.

After he left, Zhao Zong wiped the cold sweat off his brow, thinking that he might have escaped a catastrophe.

But on second thought, isn't this an opportunity for him to join the noble circle?

Chapter 190: Zhao Zong seeks a meeting, Han Chen's deep meaning (3/3)

In the inn, Mo Ya and Sheng Qi were sitting in the lobby on the first floor, and the rest of them had already returned to their guest rooms.

Mo Ya filled the wine glass and drank lightly.

With a sound of 'clang', Sheng Qi pestered the Juque on the ground, took the jug, and drank the wine in it.

Mo Crow said helplessly: "Drinking like this, how can you feel the mellowness of the wine?"

Over the past few days, the relationship between the two has reached a level of familiarity. Sheng Qi laughed and said, "Isn't it just to drink up the wine? Why don't you go and make another pot! The money we gave to the shopkeeper , enough for him to build a new inn, why be polite?"

Mo Ya shook his head, stood up, took out another jug ​​of wine from behind the counter, and said, "This wine is a rare treasure in the country of Zhao, there are only three jugs, and one jug has already been taken away by Mr. You can't drink the rest of the pot in one gulp!"

"Good wine and bad wine are both wine, why bother so much!" Sheng Qi's eyes were fixed on the flagon in Mo Ya's hand again.

While talking and laughing, suddenly, a breath that made their hearts palpitate suddenly appeared from the second floor of the inn.

The two looked at each other, and Sheng Qi said, "It seems that Mr. has made another breakthrough in his practice!"

Mo Ya shook the light yellow wine in the glass, and said: "Mr. Breakthrough is a common thing. It has not even been a month since Mr. reached the second level of mythology from the extreme state. On the contrary, it is you who can make a breakthrough here." In a few days, I was quite surprised to reach the mythical realm silently!"

Sheng Qi reached for the flagon, but it was empty.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Ya had already appeared three feet away with the flagon in hand.

Sheng Qi took his hand back and said with a smile: "Didn't you also reach the peak of the top seven?"

"What? Do you want to compete with me?"

Sheng Qi shook his head and said: "I'm not going to compare with you, you and Bai Feng don't know how to practice lightness kung fu, no matter how strong I am, I can't touch your clothes!"

Mo Ya smiled lightly, and just like Sheng Qi did before, he directly opened the cork of the jug, and drank the fine wine in one gulp!

Then, Mo Ya threw the flagon away, turned to look outside the inn, and said, "Someone is here again!"

Sheng Qi fixed his eyes, stood up, and his majestic body blocked the door tightly again.

A middle-aged fat man got off the carriage, bent over, and came to the door of the inn.