A man in Ming Dynasty official uniform was pruning flowers silently and asked casually.
An official knelt on the ground, grabbed the ground with his head, and said tremblingly: "Go back to Mr. Yan, everything has been taken care of."
"What an eye-catching thing, actually touched the head of His Highness the Fourth Prince's fiancée?"
"If I had started slower, I'm afraid I would have been implicated by you idiots." Yan Song put down the scissors, raised his leg and kicked the official away, saying coldly.
"Yes, yes, it's my subordinate who failed to do his job well. I hope Master Yan will forgive me." The official crawled back quickly and nodded repeatedly.
"There will be no next time." Yan Song stretched out his hand, touched the official's head, and said softly: "Don't let me down!"
"Yes, thank you, Mr. Yan, for being so tolerant, thank you..." The official kowtowed as if he had been granted amnesty.
"Go away!" Yan Song took out a piece of white cloth from his arms, wiped his hands and said casually.
"Yes." The official stood up and took two steps.
'Poof!'
A sharp blade penetrated directly through the official's throat.
The official fell in a pool of blood...
Completely lost its vitality.
Until his death, he didn't know why Yan Song went back on his word?
"Just deal with it!"
"Get it clean!"
Yan Song ignored the corpse on the ground, threw the white cloth down casually, turned and left.
The white cloth fell in the wind, and by chance, it landed on the official's staring face.
Dealing with a small person casually was not worth Yan Song's concern, but it was Yan Shifan's situation that Yan Song was very concerned about.
Especially because he was blind due to practicing the ultimate magic skill, Yan Song felt a little uneasy.
After a while, Yan Song came to the study room, pressed the button, and walked into the secret room.
In the secret room, Yan Shifan was sitting on the futon. His whole person exuded an evil and sneaky aura, his hair was upside down, and waves of dark black light were constantly surging out of Yan Shifan's body, as if a peerless demon was breathing.
, extremely terrifying!
Not far away, Xu Laomo, a traitor to the Kunlun Demon Cult, was observing Yan Shifan's movements.
After he heard the noise, he didn't look back and said: "Master Yan, the prince is in good condition. He has stabilized his cultivation around the ninth level. I think it won't take long to reach the peak of the ninth level."
"However, after reaching the peak of the ninth level, if I want to give you moves, I don't have enough qualifications. I'm afraid I need a master-level master to give me moves."
Hearing what Mr. Xu said, Yan Song frowned and said, "Most of the masters in the world regard themselves as martial arts predecessors. They are unruly and rarely have contact with the government. I'm afraid it won't be that easy to find them for a while."
"Haha, I do have a good candidate." Mr. Xu laughed and said.
"Oh? Who is it?" Yan Song looked at Mr. Xu and asked.
Xu Laomo sneered and said: "Kunlun Demon Cult, Red Lotus Sect Elder Chu Mie, he also has a nickname, Chu Laomo, oh, by the way, the master who was recently killed by the swordsman master is his disciple, it seems
Called Chu Yang?"
"Chu Yang? The elder of the Red Lotus Sect of the Kunlun Demon Sect?" Yan Song, a member of the imperial court, did not know much about many things in the world, but because of the ultimate magic skill, he also collected information and situations in the martial arts world.
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The most famous events in the world recently are the destruction of Sword Worship Villa and the coming of Wushuang City to attack the Songshan Sect, triggering the Shattering Void incident!
The leader of the Sword Worship Villa is the Songshan Sect, but Wuming has stolen the limelight from the Songshan Sect. After all, Wuming and the traitor Gu Santong of the imperial court have eliminated several masters of the Songshan Sect in one fell swoop.
The master that Yan Song couldn't get, in Wu Ming's hands, was like a pig butchered dog, it was so terrifying!
"Why is he willing to cooperate with me?" Yan Song looked at Mr. Xu and asked.
Old Demon Xu smiled slightly and said: "Because his direct disciple died, he wants revenge. He can't count on the White Lotus Sect. He can only rely on other forces. The current forces of the Kunlun Demon Sect are fragmented, and most of them are not
Complete, two or three big fish and kittens, if you go up and offer him an olive branch, he won't refuse."
"Well, then help me get in touch." Yan Song nodded slightly, seeming to be a little moved.
"Okay." Xu Laomo nodded and disappeared silently into the shadows.
After a moment, Yan Shifan opened his eyes, his single eye emitting a faint light, and slowly said: "What a pity, if Old Demon Xu was not injured, he would be enough to support me in my promotion to the realm of a grandmaster."
After saying this, Yan Shifan squeezed his left hand, and there was a light flow of heat in his palm, which was scorching hot and emitting rising steam.
"However, the powerful power of the ninth-grade warrior is indeed fascinating."
Yan Song looked at Yan Shifan and asked worriedly: "Shifan, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"I'm fine, Father." Yan Shifan calmed down his breath, stood up, and spoke calmly as before.
"I have always been uneasy about the evil skills of the Kunlun Demon Sect, and I don't know whether it is right for you to practice this skill?" Yan Song said slowly with a complicated expression.
"Don't worry about it. The magic power is the master. The fact that I can learn the ultimate magic power is also the silent will of God, which means that I am destined. In fact, one day a month ago, I suddenly felt that I had received some kind of strange blessing, and my brain became
It becomes clearer and I can vaguely sense that something that belongs only to me is about to appear."
"And on this day, we caught Zhou Kuang, one of the eighteen members of the Kunlun Demon Sect. Everything was God's will."
Yan Shifan slowly walked to Yan Song and said softly.
In fact, the day Yan Shifan felt this way was the day Chu Yang died.
"Shifan, no matter what the road ahead is, we, father and son, must walk together." Yan Song patted Yan Shifan on the shoulder and said seriously.
"Yes." Yan Shifan snorted lightly and did not dwell on this issue. "Father, I just heard that you seem to want to cooperate with Chu Mie of the Red Lotus Sect?"
"Well, as Xu Laomo suggested, if you want to be promoted to a grandmaster, you need a master to teach you." Yan Song explained.
"When in contact with people from the Kunlun Demon Cult, you still have to be careful. If it's not convenient for you, father, to come forward, let me do it for you!"
"With my current strength, as long as I am prepared, I can escape even if I am a master." Yan Shifan said solemnly.
"Okay, then I'll let you make the arrangements. It's all for you anyway." Yan Song nodded and did not refuse.
"By the way, Shifan, it will be Taoist Master's birthday in two days. At that time, His Majesty will go to Sanqing Temple to offer incense and worship. Do you have any ideas?"
Yan Shifan's eyes flickered and he said: "This kind of thing will give Jinyiwei and the people in Dongxi Factory a headache. I am more concerned about why Concubine Wan Gui got sick at this time?"
"If she really dies of a serious illness, the situation in the court may change greatly. Recently, there are people from the Qingliu Party and the Eunuch Party who have been making a lot of moves. They can't wait to eat the people under Wan Guifei's command.
"
"Haha, that woman is very scheming. She is not a simple person. She has been in the court for so many years. Without some means, it is impossible to maintain it. Don't worry, these messy people will be dealt with soon.
, it’s not a big problem.”
Yan Song shook his head, his words full of confidence in Concubine Wan Gui.
"Well, I also think there is something fishy about Concubine Wan Gui's illness this time..." Yan Shifan murmured thoughtfully.