The night was deep, and the royal manor shrouded in night gradually fell into tranquility.
Located in a small courtyard to the north of the manor, the lights are still on in the room, and the lights cast numerous figures on the carved wooden lattice windows, appearing and disappearing like ghosts walking at night.
In the hall, Yan Chaozong, the third prince of the Yan Dynasty, was lazily leaning on a soft and comfortable couch. A beautiful concubine nestled in his arms and brought the peeled red fruit to his mouth.
Yan Chaozong's hands moved carelessly on Concubine Ji while listening to the report of an old man in gray.
On both sides of the hall stood four sword cultivators in white, and a man in black robes sat on a large mahogany chair on the right, wiping the sharp sword with a soft cloth. He stared at the sword's edge intently, as if everyone else was
Does not exist.
The old man in gray clothes talked about the time of half a stick of incense. After listening to it, Yan Chaozong looked a little unhappy and asked in a deep voice: "You mean, Tianjian Pavilion doesn't know the origin of this person?"
"Yes, Your Highness!" The old man in gray said quickly: "Tianjian Pavilion is responsible for receiving the disciples sent by the Sword Sect to Yanjing. As long as they have the sect's nameplate token, they can stay. Regardless of their name and origin, our people only know him.
He came here four days ago with Fang Feicheng, and His Highness Seventh Prince personally came to entertain us, so he must not be an ordinary inner disciple."
After a pause, he continued: "Jianzong's special envoy is on the way and will arrive in Yanjing in the near future."
Yan Chaozong frowned, and used his hands to knead a certain high part of Ji Concubine's body. The pain was so painful that the latter almost shed tears, and she had to force out a smile and continue to maintain her original posture.
But he didn't realize it at all, and said angrily: "Trash, they are all fucking trash, I can't find out any information, why should I spend so much money to support you people!"
The old man in gray clothes immediately lowered his head in horror and said: "Your Highness, please forgive me. There are thousands of disciples in the inner sect of Jian Sect, and we are thousands of miles apart. We have very few manpower in Jian Sect, so..."
"I don't want to hear your nonsense!" Yan Chaozong waved his hand decisively to interrupt his defense: "This time I am going to bet heavily. There are a few brothers who are also going to bet. If I lose..."
"I will never lose!"
His words were also interrupted, and it was the man in black robe who was cleaning his sword who spoke.
Yan Chaozong, who had always been arrogant, was not angry at all. He turned to look at the other party: "Mr. Iga, only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you survive a hundred battles. I believe in your strength. But it is always right to be more prepared."
This black-robed swordsman looks about twenty-five or six years old, with short black hair that stands up like steel needles, a face with clear lines as straight as a sword, dark eyes, and a strong nose.
Thin lips. Definitely a first-class handsome man.
He placed the long sword across his knees, looked up at Yan Chaozong and said: "I have sent people to test the opponent today. I will win this battle, no matter who he is or what his background is..."
"They will all bow before my sword!"
An invisible aura suddenly emerged from his body. It was as sharp and powerful as an unsheathed sword. The temperature of the entire hall dropped a lot in an instant, making everyone feel chilly.
Yan Chaozong's breathing suddenly stagnated, and the four sword cultivator guards next to him suddenly changed their colors!
But the black-robed swordsman's momentum quickly subsided, and he lowered his head again and continued to wipe the sword.
Yan Chaozong took a deep breath, and after changing his face several times, he forced a smile and said: "In this case, I absolutely believe in Mr. Iga's strength, so let's wait for the showdown in two days!"
Yan Chaozong was also a man who was used to being arrogant. If an ordinary person dared to talk to him in such an attitude, dragging him out and beating him up would be considered a minor offense. There was no way he could calm down his temper and speak politely to him.
But this black-robed swordsman is not an ordinary person. His strength and the power behind what he represents are what the Yan Chaozong relies on. Therefore, even if the other party is nominally his disciple, in fact he has a transcendent status. He will never be able to dispatch him at will.
rebuke.
The black-robed swordsman ignored Yan Chaozong. He carefully inserted the long sword that was polished with cold light into the scabbard, then slowly stood up and walked towards the door of the hall.
When he reached the door, he stopped and said, "Your Highness, go prepare the chips!"
Regarding his arrogance, Yan Chaozong was not only not angry at all, but also felt an uncontrollable excitement in his heart. He clenched his fists hard and his eyes flashed with an inexplicable light.
"Two days, two more days, and I will trample you under my feet forever!"
The hall echoed with the almost beast-like roar of His Highness the Third Prince of Yan!
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In the past two days, the Royal Manor has welcomed waves of guests.
The Yan Dynasty has been passed down for hundreds of years, and the Yan royal family has always stood firm. It is definitely the largest family in Yanyun. There are countless side branches, many of which control the wealthy prefectures and many industries in the north and east of Dayan.
During the ceremony, important figures from the Yan clan will gather in Yanjing. This is the rule and requirement of the royal family, and it also demonstrates His Majesty's supreme authority and control over the royal family.
No one dared to openly disobey it, it has been a common practice for hundreds of years.
Among them, many elders and elders of collateral families will choose the royal manor as a place to stay. For them, this is also a rare opportunity to expand their network. You must know that if they do not have enough strength, even if they have the blood of the royal family,
Maybe you can't even get through the gate of the manor.
And just when people from various families and tribes were stationed in the manor, the third prince Yan Chaozong sent the master guest Iga Feng to challenge the seventh prince Yan Lingyun's fellow disciple, which attracted everyone's attention.
As important figures in the Yan royal family, the elders of each family are most concerned about the situation in Yanjing, and they are even more concerned about who will be the future prince. Many people will even place bets in advance to gain wealth.
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As Yan Chaozong and Yan Lingyun are the favorites to compete for the reserve position, and the stakes are extremely high in this showdown, it is not surprising that they attract attention.
Not only were there hundreds of tents in the royal manor, but there was also an undercurrent of chaos beneath the seemingly calm surface.
At this time, the hunting competition in the Shanglin Garden of the Great Yan Royal Family ended. In the end, the twelfth princess Yan Feifei won the championship with a brilliant record of two mid-level monsters and dozens of low-level monsters, and won the prize given by Emperor Longwu.
The ultimate spiritual sword.
After losing Qin Yun, Yan Lingyun's team was not very lucky and only ranked eighth.
It's just that not many people care about the results of Shanglin Hunting. For most people, this is just a relatively exciting and intense entertainment, and it is not very important who wins and who loses.
But for Qin Yun, his challenge has just arrived.
"Junior brother, this is a letter of challenge sent by the Yan Chao sect. Iga Feng officially challenges you!"
Yan Lingyun handed a letter to Qin Yun, his eyes flashing with uncontrollable anger: "Bold thief!"
Qin Yun took the gauntlet and read it again, but also felt angry.
The challenge letter was handwritten by Kaede Iga himself. The other party's calligraphy is very good. His handwriting is elegant and strong, and his pen is as sharp as a sword and has a strong momentum. Without more than ten years of practice, he would definitely not be able to write it.
However, the arrogance and contempt revealed between the lines in the war letter, as well as the disrespect for the Tiancheng Sword Sect, were something Qin Yun could not tolerate.
Yan Lingyun calmed down and said, "He wants to anger you so that you have to fight!"
The fire in Qin Yun's eyes suddenly disappeared, he nodded and said, "I accept this letter of challenge!"
Yan Lingyun said: "This matter has become more and more serious. Even His Majesty the Father knows about it. Jiu Mei came forward to sit in the gambling house. It is a one-for-one bet for you and Iga Feng to win. I have already placed it.
Twenty thousand spiritual jade and shops in the city."
Fang Feicheng, who was standing next to him, interjected: "Yan Chaozong placed 50,000 spirit jade in a bet with His Highness. The Twelve Princess bet 20,000 spirit jade on Iga Feng's victory. Many people followed the bet, and the bet was getting bigger and bigger.
His Highness Ninth Prince is very stressed here."
Whether it is fifty thousand spiritual jade or twenty thousand spiritual jade, it is a huge amount of wealth that ordinary people cannot earn in ten lifetimes. Even a wealthy businessman may not be able to obtain it, and a heretic may not be so rich!
Qin Yun asked: "I wonder how many people can defeat me and how many people can defeat Iga Feng?"
"Jiumei has almost accepted bets worth 270,000 Lingyu, and you can only win less than 90,000. If you lose, Jiumei will have to pay at least twice the money, so it has stopped accepting bets.
"Yes." Yan Lingyun smiled bitterly and said: "There are still many people who want to bet, so they can only bet in private. This time it is really exciting!"
"Then she doesn't want to make more money?" Qin Yun said with a faint smile: "She's still a little ambitious!"
"My courage is small? Do you know what the 180,000 spirit jade represents?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a rather frustrated voice came from outside the door: "If you lose, all my savings will not be enough, and I will have to lose all my business capital!"
I saw the Ninth Princess Yan Fangfei angrily walking in with two attendants.
She glared at Qin Yun and said: "If I hadn't alarmed my father, I wouldn't have had to sit in the gambling house by myself, but now it's better. If I don't stop when I'm riding a tiger, I might lose everything!"
Qin Yun smiled and said: "If you want to win, win big. If you don't have enough capital, I will add more!"
He picked up a long wooden box that he had prepared in advance and placed it on the table.
"What other capital do you have?" Yan Fangfei said disdainfully: "Is it worth hundreds of thousands of spiritual jade?"
Qin Yun said calmly: "In this wooden box of mine, there are three ice chi beads, a magic weapon, and..."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Fangfei suddenly rushed to the table and reached out to open the lid of the box.
This widowed princess's skills are actually quite good.
The things stored inside are immediately visible to everyone!
