Text Chapter 210: [Raw rice, cooked rice?]

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon. The second young master Xu Fengnian holds the deer-cutting knife on his waist, and Huang Man'er and the blue bird are both approaching.

It is in the form of a horn.

His Highness, the prince smiled calmly and asked, "Sir, these three prayers shocked the world and wept ghosts and gods. I am ashamed of you.

I just don’t know, sir, dare to do this on Guniu Dagang?"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said calmly: "If you say you don't dare, Your Highness may not believe it."

After pausing, he turned around and looked at the second young master Xu Fengnian beside him and said:

"If you don't dare, will the second young master draw his sword on the spot?"

Xu Fengnian stared at the eldest grandson of the Xuanyuan family who became a laughing stock, and the weasel wished the chicken a New Year!

Curious about what mysterious he was doing at this moment, he looked impatient and said:

"Tell me, what's the matter with my brother?

If it weren't for your daughter and my brother who had already made a lifelong decision and had cooked rice, I wouldn't have been lazy to talk nonsense to you!"

Xu Qianqiu: “…”

Xuanyuan Jingcheng: "..."

Bluebird, Sister Murong: “…”

I feel like this guy is doing something on purpose!

Xuanyuan Jingcheng's mouth twitched slightly, automatically skipping the cooking process, pointed directly at the key point, calmed down, and asked:

"Your Highness, can you tell me that when I was in Wuzhou that day, my little girl Xuanyuan Qingfeng was going to be unable to get along with you? I made things difficult for you everywhere?"

Xu Fengnian held the deer-cutting knife with his left hand tightly, striving to kill him with one blow.

He often uses his right-hand sword to fight against the enemy, but few people know that he is the best at left-hand sword.

Intuition told him that the person in front of him was definitely not as useless as the legendary nerd...

It is true that people in the world should not be underestimated. Only by entering the world can we realize that they are all old and evil people.

Even if he was the most dandy player in the world, he was not his own, but was borrowed from his brother. Even so, he would have to be more authentic.

This Xuanyuan Jingcheng is hidden so deeply!

Xu Qianqiu knew his purpose, vented lightly, smiled and said:

"Sir, please say it!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said in a gentle tone, "You look very similar to one person, with a similar figure, a similar spirit..."

As soon as this was said, before the prince could speak, the second son Xu Fengnian had his left hand unsheathed in an instant.

The sword sound exploded, and in an instant, it arrived in front of Xuanyuan Jingcheng.

Sword drawing technique!

Um?

Xu Qianqiu frowned slightly, and this knife actually incorporated a bit of his artistic conception of [a gun that is like a dragon].

Sure enough, by fighting, breaking the realm and fighting, the more you fight, the stronger you become. People who practice like this are all masters of stealing their masters.

This is true for Wang Xianzhi, and so is his younger brother Xu Fengnian.

Although he cannot understand his laws of heaven, he can use his intentions to understand his form and integrate into his own martial arts.

The blue sword aura entered Xuanyuan Jingcheng's neck and came out from his waist. If he succeeded with one knife, he would cut it in the half-half direction.

This knife uses the technique of drawing swords as the god, the green snake in both sleeves as the soul, the gun is like a dragon, and the deer-cutting sword is used as the medium.

Unsheathed the knife and became the master in one step.

At the peak of the second level, you finally break through the realm and enter the first level, and become the Vajra realm.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng frowned, his left foot stopped moving, his right foot turned toe and drew a semicircle on the ground.

Holding the book in his left hand and holding it behind his back, stretching out his pale fingers with his right hand to pinch the deer-cutting knife.

Following Xu Fengnian's sharp sword force, he removed his strength downwards.

The middle-aged scholar exclaimed, slightly surprised.

The cuff where the scholar held the knife was floating without wind.

With a stinging sound, half of the sleeves were cut off together.

There was a blood mark on the wrist.

Xu Fengnian turned the blade, Xuanyuan Jingcheng let go and retreated, his toes intertwined, and his body was indescribable and elegant.

The two of them confront each other and try it out easily.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng lowered his head and glanced at his sleeves and bloodstains on his wrists. He was shocked and could not be added for a long time.

This gentle scholar who had been hidden for decades finally believed in the world:

Beiliang is about to rise!

The world's number one playboy has such strength. Beiliang is indeed a place where tigers, hidden dragons and dragons are hidden.

He turned a blind eye to the broken sleeve, nor was he annoyed, he clasped his fists slightly and smiled:

"Congratulations to the second young master for being among the first-class masters!"

Xu Fengnian put the knife in the sheath and returned a gift, saying, "I've just been so rude, so I hope you don't blame me."

If you get the benefits, you will naturally give people face.

Now that I have learned that my mother is not dead, I am furious and naturally pretending to be a good person. I am just borrowing someone to practice a knife.

Knowing that the person who came was not malicious, Xu Fengnian took his younger brother Xu Longxiang and continued to pick hawthorns.

Even if he has malice and his brother Xu Qianqiu is here, he can't cause much trouble.

The Murong brothers and sisters had already stepped aside, cautiously and peeked at this side.

Xu Qianqiu politely reached out and signaled Xuanyuan Jingcheng to speak with a step.

The two came to Qingxi Mountain Pavilion not far away, entered the pavilion and prepared tea with blue birds.

"Last time I went to the grave outside Zhizhang City, I saw a few wine glasses, all of which were yours?"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng nodded lonely.

Looking at Xu Longxiang squatting on the ground not far away, Xuanyuan Jingcheng was filled with emotion and said, "Born in the Vajra Realm!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng knew that time was limited, so he went straight to the point.

He took out a secret letter from his sleeve.

There is only envelope, no content.

A bloody palm print was printed on the envelope.

That is the unique symbol of the world's No. 1 floor.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng handed over the envelope and said, "For everything, please ask Your Highness the Prince!"

A few days ago, the owner of the first building in the world personally replied, and what he said in the letter was that the matter of Huishan had been handed over to the Prince of Beiliang to make a full decision.

So, when he learned that the Prince of Beiliang had arrived at Longhu Mountain, the old father, who was worried about his daughter's safety, rushed over in a hurry.

When Xu Qianqiu asked about Huishan, Xuanyuan Jingcheng did not hide anything and revealed the truth one by one.

"Qingfeng's mother and Xuanyuan Dapan are practicing dual cultivation to take revenge on me.

Now, this ancestor wants to let Qingfeng enter Guniu Dagang again to practice dual cultivation without him."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng's voice was steady and he did not deliberately cover up his ugliness.

Upon hearing this, Murong Tonghuang, Murong Wuzhu, and the siblings looked at each other.

I was stunned and shocked.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said calmly: "In the past twenty years, I have learned all the secret techniques of Huishan Chengding Pavilion.

I walked a fork in the road without turning back.

Not afraid of death.

But I hope for peace between mother and daughter.”

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said slowly, coughing a few times, covering his mouth, blood stained with scarlet redness, and shocking.

Xu Qianqiu glanced at his pale face and said, "You may be able to fight Xuanyuan Dapan to death, but you may not be able to survive."

The Taoist scriptures in Xuanyuan Jingcheng's hand had already been dyed red, put them behind his back, looked at Xu Qianqiu with a faint smile, and said:

"If he wants to achieve great immortality, I will let him see it.

However, the realm of immortality that I have obtained is not true immortality, so the outcome is between five or five.

After I die, the mother and daughter will ask His Highness.”

On the side, Murong and his brother had already stirred up storms in their hearts.

These two people seemed to have decided that Xuanyuan Dapan would die in a few words.

The discussion lasted about three cups of tea.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said to himself: "As soon as Xuanyuan Dapan died, Huishan was only my father Xuanyuan Guowei, and my younger brother Xuanyuan Jingxuan can be called a trouble.

If these two people die, as long as your highness can save Qingfeng's life, he can treat her as a puppet and control Guniu Dagang."

Xu Qianqiu turned the teacup in his hand, with a smile on his face, calm and calm, and said, "Okay!"

Looking at the navy blue Guniu Dagang in Xuanyuan Jingcheng, murmured:
Chapter completed!