The moment before the palms of that powerful white figure touched Qing Kuang's body, he suddenly noticed that the other party had abandoned the piano and used his palms. His originally cold and ruthless eyes suddenly flashed with a gentle light, and then he suddenly withdrew his palm power.
Five percent.
Boom!
There was a low roar and four palms collided. A strong shock spread throughout Qing Kuang's body. She jumped back slightly, turned over from the horse, and landed firmly on the ground. She stood gently and stared intently.
The masked man in white in front of me.
No matter how good the disguise is, it still can't hide those gentle eyes.
"Master! How are you!"[
Behind him, two girls rushed over eagerly to help the man in white. However, they were stopped by the other man raising his hand.
The two people still stared at each other for a long time without saying a word, and all the thoughts that had been separated for several years were communicated silently in the intertwined eyes.
"Why did you abandon the piano and use the palm of your hand?"
The gentle voice of the man in white sounded slowly.
Qing Kuang did not answer him, but said:
"Didn't you also withdraw 50% of your palm power at the last moment? The seventh prince of Nanzhao, you have not wasted these years, and your strength is indeed far from what it used to be!"
"Hmph! You just know that! My young master's spiritual power has reached the peak of the Spiritual King. Don't underestimate him anymore!"
Behind the man in white, the girl was outspoken and said to Qing Kuang in a crisp voice.
"Half smoke!"
The man in white stopped shouting at the girl behind him. His eyes fell back on the woman holding the guqin in front of him. In those bright and handsome eyes, there was no longer the murderous intent and indifference when they first appeared.
After a long time, the man in white slowly took off the mask on his face.
In front of Qingkuang's eyes, a familiar face of a handsome man who was still delicate and handsome appeared.
"From the day when the Fengyun army attacked the capital of Nanzhao, I knew that this day would come!
I made an oath that day. From now on, there will only be the Seventh Prince of Nanzhao, no Nangong Jinsheng, Nanzhao and Fengyun, only opponents and enemies, no old friends... However, when the matter comes, it seems that I am still
I feel soft..."
Nangong Jinsheng sighed softly and murmured.
"Qing Kuang, you are now a member of the Fengyun King's royal family, even the master of one person and more than ten thousand people, and I am the seventh prince of Nanzhao. The two countries are at war, and there is no old relationship to talk about. If you are proud
Jun Xie’s rescue has come! Then there’s no need to say anything more!
I, Nangong Jinsheng, cannot attack you, so I have to give up and let you go back! If the two countries encounter each other again, maybe I, Nangong Jinsheng, will not be the one to face you!"
The seventh prince of Nanzhao finished speaking with a decisive tone, turned around, his eyes no longer fell on Qing Kuang, and was about to leave.
"What if I came here for the common destiny of Nanzhao and Fengyun!"[
Qingkuang said calmly.
Just this sentence made Nangong Jinsheng subconsciously stop his steps.
After a moment of silence, Nangong Jinsheng seemed to be thinking about something.
"Master, don't listen to her sweet words! Feng Qingkuang is famous for being eloquent. We know that you are obsessed with her and have received some favors from her. But don't let her take advantage of her after just a few words of seduction.
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Next to Nangong Jinsheng, the voice of that really cool girl sounded again.
Before Qingkuang could argue, Nangong Jinsheng had already frowned. It seemed that the girl who was too straightforward revealed the secret in her heart, and ordered angrily with a red face: