After all, although Xue Zihou has a deep hatred for Beitang and looks down on the other party, he does not think that the other party is just a small character and can be easily destroyed.

Perhaps in martial arts, the opponent is not Meng Zhao's opponent, but he cannot beat him or her, but he may not be able to escape.

Meng Zhao shook his head,

"I have my own plans for this matter. You can go out of the mountain first and find a farmer outside the mountain to live temporarily. When I go out of the mountain, you can come and see me again!"

After the words finished, Meng Zhao had disappeared without a trace. Even though Xue Zihou's foundation increased and his qualifications improved, he could not see Meng Zhao's body movements clearly.

"It's indeed the King of Beimeng Dragon. The dragon is not in the tail. It's okay, now I lack Chang Bo's means. Even if my force increases slightly, I will definitely die when I encounter Beitang Su. I'd better go down the mountain to wait for news."

Xue Zihou was quite obedient at this time. It was not because of anything else, but because he saw Meng Zhao's power, so he believed in Meng Zhao's methods.

On the other side, Beitang Su was carrying a thick knife on his back. When Meng Zhao realized the power of time and space, he was able to realize that something was wrong.

One of them is that the countless creatures perceived around him rushed forward and forward to a certain land, and there were even abnormal situations where natural enemies coexisted and turned a blind eye.

Although Beitangsu is not omniscient and omnipotent, he can guess that it must be the direction these creatures are rushing to, with something that attracts them, perhaps treasures, or some kind of power. In this way, they can temporarily suppress their nature and make peace between natural enemies.

Secondly, he became the method of demon inspiration after he practiced the eight methods of demon swords. He felt that there was a trend that was unfavorable to him that was growing and growing in this dark.

Maybe it’s someone, maybe it’s something, or even a specific thing.

In short, this magic inspiration is quite accurate and credible. It is not caused by himself, but by the magic sword through projection and pride.

But now he knew that there was a tiger in the mountain, so he went to the tiger mountain.

He had decided to go to Beitang for this side.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to walk out of the Divine Sword Hall at the risk of being designed and conspired to deal with it.

The bigger reason is that Beitangsu has absolute confidence and can break out a bloody path and live a life path through many traps and layers of calculations.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, the reality is that although he wanted to try his best to get rid of the various influences exerted by the magic knife on him and to avoid becoming a slave of the sword, he still greedily enjoyed the protection of the magic knife.

This is his greatest reliance.

Therefore, after realizing that something was wrong, he did not retreat and left Yuhu Mountain. Instead, he became more convinced, accelerated his pace, and rushed to the edge of Yuhu Lake between the two peaks that he had made an appointment with Beitang, in the Canglang Pavilion.

The jade lake is clear and the clear water is like abyss, reflecting the strange stones and ancient trees on both sides of the mountain peaks, which has a unique scene.

However, the lake was silent and lifeless.

In addition, although the edge of the Jade Lake is full of vitality, colorful butterflies are flying, and the fragrance of flowers is swaying, it cannot conceal a strange sense of contradiction.

When Beitang Su rushed to the edge of Yuhu Lake and outside Canglang Pavilion, he found that there was a person waiting in the pavilion for a long time.

Wearing a plain white gown, tall and with his hands on his back, although he turned his back to himself, a noble and compulsive aura was invisibly emitted.

The familiar memories instantly attracted Beitangsu to recall all the painful experiences he had when he was in Yujing City.

They are clearly the blood of Taizu and the royal family, but as the princes of the emperors of the dynasty, they will always be the bright sun and bright moon in the world, and their children are just the dim stars protecting the sun and the moon.

Although the stars also have light, they can be dim and dim, and they can be ignored.

What is painful is not just the gap in status, but more terrifying, it is also the sad future that can be seen at a glance.

As a prince, even if he is unable to achieve anything, as long as he reaches a certain stage in the future, he will be bound to be a king. This is the treatment that the descendants of the emperor must have.

But what about them?

To put it nicely, it is called the royal family, but to put it badly, it is the pigs raised by others. They eat so much that they are full of energy but they are hard to achieve success.

It would be fine if there was no ambition, but at least it would not be lacking in wealth, but how could a person as strong as Beitangsu could remain indifferent?

The limited future is more desperate than the innate gap.

Fortunately, everything is different.

When I met that adult, I received guidance and support from him, and finally had the possibility of breaking my established destiny.

Slowly calm down the turbulent emotions in my heart, the knots of my heart, Beitang Su exhaled and opened his voice, his eyes shining brightly, and his pale face also showed a little more of the spirit that he had never seen before, Tao,

"Northern branch clan meridian Beitang, come to pay homage to the twelfth prince!"

The sound is not loud, and it is even limited to a fixed range with strange power, forming waves of echoes.

The person in Canglang Pavilion slowly turned around. He looked like the twelve princes familiar to Beitangsu. He had both body and spirit, but he was much more mature than he had seen before, and he could also be regarded as growing up.

"Haha, cousin Su, don't be safe, why bother to be so arrogant? Take your seat quickly."

But Meng Zhao came first, and Xianbeitangsu came to the Canglang Pavilion, arranged everything, and waited for people to fall into the trap.

A large round stone table was also brought into the Canglang Pavilion. A layer of red cloth was laid on the sandy white tabletop, with a few plates of melon seeds and candied desserts on it, and a pot of tea. The spout was still hot, turning into white mist.

Beitang Su didn't realize that something was different. Even if there was a killer move, Beitang Xing would not deal with him openly before he made a statement.

In Beitangsu's view, the twelfth prince, like the ninth prince, values ​​his increasing influence and status in the Divine Sword Hall, and wants to use this to touch his tentacles to Yanzhou.

He is a chess piece, and a useful chess piece.

Therefore, before expressing his or her direct statement, whether it is Beitang's statement or Beitang's trip, he may be dissatisfied with him, but it should be unlikely to kill him.

After all, one of the ancestral teachings of the royal family is to fight without breaking it.

He is just a side royal family, and he does not threaten the supreme position. It is too late for those princes to win him over, so how could he set up a special killing game to deal with him?

Unfortunately, he was outrageously wrong from the beginning, because Beitangxing might not really kill him, but Meng Zhao would definitely do it.

I realized that there was no danger and had never found an ambush in Beitang Su. I calmly came to Canglang Pavilion and sat opposite the Beitang Shang transformed by Meng Zhao.

"Twelve Prince, you invited me to meet today. I wonder what the matter is?

If there is any minor trouble, I will not refuse and will try my best to solve it for you.

But if you have other ideas, Beitangsu has not yet decided.
Chapter completed!