Ten God Emperor

He Lanxi was born to be honored, and he has never been humiliated by such people. Immediately his face sank and turned and looked, his eyes were full of chills.

The drunkard actually did not shy away from his gaze, and licked the chaotic hair on his forehead, and smiled and said: "Hey, who am I? It was the seven princes of the Helan people. The Helan people are really getting less and less. When your sister He Lanmeng was at your age, it was already the peak of the spirit. The rest of your brothers are still big martial artists. The strength is still dare to smash the throne, but it is a bit of a loss."

He Lanxuan had a double fist and was about to attack. He suddenly walked behind him and his palm was gently placed on his shoulder. He whispered: "The Seven Princes do not need to be angry with a drunkard. The purpose of our trip is Tianchi Wuhui. Don't let others see jokes."

The person who suddenly appeared called Huaan, is a refiner, and is also the strength of the five-star big martial artist. What is more commendable is that this person has a thoughtful mind, a city with a chest, and a workmanship. He Lanxi can have today. Status, this person has great credit.

"But... this person is humiliating me in front of everyone. If I don't pay attention to it, where will my face be placed later!"

Helan's face is somewhat red and authentic.

Huaan palm patted his back gently, and his voice changed: "But he is right, the Seven Princes are not as good as the Queen, and they are still far away..."

As soon as this was said, He Lanxuan’s face was also frozen.

Huaan continued: "In the past, in front of the Mausoleum, what was the humiliation of the Seven Kings compared to today? At that time, you can endure it. If you have some power today, you can’t help it? Or do you think that with the current strength, you can How many other princes, even the three princes, contend?"

After repeated questions, He Lanzhen was also caught in a short silence. After a while, he squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "How long will I have to endure?"

Huaan’s heart is long and authentic: “Resist the Queen’s abdication, endure the chaos of the Three Princes, and endure when you completely control the situation...”

"it is good!"

He Lanxuan had a heavy meal, and the frost on his face gradually converges. He was not valued from an early age. Among the princes, the forces were originally the weakest, and it was because of his forbearing character that he won in the hearts of many vassals. With less sympathy, the power of oneself is constantly developing strong in this process. The growth finally reaches the point where it can compete with the three princes Helan, which is hard to come by. This is why Helan is more cautious in his work on weekdays.

Nowadays, he is already in power, but some people still ignore him. This is the most difficult to tolerate.

But today, He Lanxuan still endured, squeezing out an ugly smile, and arched the hand to the drunkard: "Thank you for your advice, the boy must go back and practice, and practice hard."

After he finished speaking, He Lanzhen took a deep bow and then turned and left. This scene was seen in the eyes.

Not far from Yundinguan, five people stand shoulder to shoulder, and the central one is purple robes, it is He Lanyu, just a scene he also looked at, the moment can not help but reveal a ridiculous smile.

"Haha... This Helan is really standing for a long time, and even a drunkard dares to bully him."

"But it is, after all, it is a cartilage head. I see that the drunkard has a back-to-back genius. It is estimated that it is being held."

He Lanyu listened to the laughter of the people around him and did not consciously laugh.

The drunkard looked blankly at Helan's fading back. After a long time, he suddenly shook his head and said: "Very strange, the Seven Princes are very human..."

Ning Yu has also known He Lanxie for many years. He is also quite familiar with him. The tenacity of heart and soul can do this step. It is hard to imagine how terrible this person will be once he is really angry.

Yun Qi looked at He Lanyu's back and his eyes became a bit heavy. The person on the surface was sly and courteous. In fact, the city was very heavy, and he was able to judge the situation and weigh the pros and cons. Each of his actions has a deep purpose. If there is more. One such opponent is really a headache.

After thinking about it, Yun’s gaze finally fell on the drunkard. This person looked drunk and mad, but he could understand that his body was filled with a very concealed and powerful atmosphere.

"What is the origin of this person? I can't even put He Lanxi in my eyes."

When Yun’s eyes swept over the drunkard, after a pause on the red long sword behind him, he suddenly found a dark black mark on his neck. Although the mark was not very eye-catching, The texture of a spider web generally climbs over the skin and neck, and a spheroidal body entangled in the veins is like a tumor, and the rhythm of the heart beats constantly.

"This is... desperately printed."

When Yunxi saw the mark, his heart trembled. For the desperate seal, he still had some vague impressions, because this mark is also called the immortal seal, but it is the vicious curse of the blood of the poor. The singer must be a sorcerer, and must carry a very bad evil thought. He must extract half of the blood collection spells. Once the smudges are drawn, the singer will inevitably die and die. Most of the seals are already in desperate circumstances and must be done.

Why did a person who has made a desperate impression come to Yundingshan? What is the true identity of this person? This series of questions hangs in the mind of Yunxie.

The drunkard was unkempt, his eyes swept over Ning Yu and Ye Qiaoqiao, helped the long sword behind him, and swayed and said: "Two, how are you, would you like to go with Yunding Mountain with me?"

Ning Yu has always liked to be clean, so people who have been stunned by these people have always been shunned, but after faintly glaring at him, they want to continue moving forward. Unexpectedly, the drunkard laughed and sat directly on the ground. Waving the sword in his hand, gently tapping on the ground, whispering softly: "Stunned, round. Who plays, ringing the empty mountain. No words, but Weng drunk knows his day. Yue Ming Feng Lu Juanjuan, people are not sleeping. .."

The singing voice of the hoarse voice gave a feeling of inexplicable sorrow. After listening to it, I suddenly stopped and looked back. I was shocked and asked: "Where did you hear this song?" ”

The drunkard inserted the sword obliquely into the back and grinned and smiled: "As the saying goes, people will die and their words will be good, and the birds will die and mourn, you come with me..."