Thinking of this, Qing Kuang was suddenly startled. It seemed that he had realized something intuitively. He was using Ruokan Novel Reader to read tens of millions of novels without any ads! At this moment, there was a slight noise behind him.
Qing Kuang suddenly turned around, and a figure slowly appeared from the darkness.
She was tall and strong, definitely not Miss Zhao at the counter. Under Qing Kuang's calm gaze, after a few breaths, the face of a man in mink fur slowly appeared in the night.
"Is it you? Xiao Linfeng, you haven't left the Imperial College yet?!" Qing Kuang looked at the other party and shouted coldly.
"Hehe! I won't leave so easily before I figure out some important things! [
Feng Qingkuang, we meet again! I really want to know whether you, a cold beauty covered in thorns, are afraid of me when you see me in this barren mountain!"
Xiao Linfeng looked at Qing Kuang's body like a vicious wolf and growled.
However, the response he received was a cold look of extreme contempt.
"You should be afraid of me, Xiao Linfeng! Because...you have the blood of more than a dozen disciples from my union on your hands!"
Xiao Linfeng's ferocious gaze shot toward Qing Kuang, like two sharp arrows. When facing this weak-looking little woman alone, the beast in Xiao Linfeng's heart began to faintly reveal itself.
However, Qing Kuang's face remained calm and showed no sign of panic. She knew that a dignified Prince of Beiming would never mobilize an army to replace a few worthless slaves.
"Xiao Linfeng, you definitely didn't call me here to avenge those losers of yours, right?"
Xiao Linfeng burst out laughing,
"That's right! Feng Qingkuang, since you became the leader of the Hurricane Regiment, your knowledge has become more and more powerful!
To put it bluntly, I am very interested in the reason why the Hurricane Regiment was able to leap to the sixth-level union! Do you want to confess it yourself? Or do you want me to do it myself? "
Xiao Linfeng had a arrogant attitude and threatened casually.
In the eyes of Xiao Linfeng, a powerful spiritual emperor, Feng Qingkuang was as insignificant as an ant.
"What? Do you think it's weird? Do you think the agreement between you and Miss Zhao can escape the eyes of this prince?
Huh! That girl named Zhao is not a character who is not afraid of death like you. As long as I scare you a little, she will do anything!"
Qing Kuang stood with cold eyes and remained silent.
Xiao Linfeng, the prince of Beiming, is indeed worthy of being a great royal family. He is the only opponent in the world who can compete with Aojunxie, the god of war in Fengyun. His deep scheming is incomparable to that of ordinary people.
The night was desolate and cold, and there was deathly silence all around. Xiao Linfeng and Qing Kuang were facing each other, only ten steps away...
A strong wind blew suddenly, and there was a sudden flash of light before his eyes, and the figure of Xiao Linfeng, the prince of Beiming, flashed past like a ghost.
Almost at the same time, a cold invisible sword energy passed by him. When he looked again, another sound blade had already broken through the air in the hands of the woman in front of him.[
Xiao Linfeng quickly waved his palm, and a strong purple spiritual power cut through the dark night sky, instantly dispelling the sound blade pointed directly at his throat and disappearing into smoke.
"Tell me the whole story of what happened in Heming Valley! I, the Crown Prince, will spare your life!"
Xiao Linfeng placed his palms tightly on his chest, assumed a posture ready to fight, and shouted in a low voice.