Three hundred and thirtieth chapters ten tricks have not arrived
Chapter 332
The young man who walked out of the hall had silky black hair, a pair of blue eyes, an impeccable handsome face, an aloof and arrogant temperament, and a faint smile in his eyes, looking around.
It gives people a strong sense of oppression.
Even some elders in the Purple Mansion Realm of the sect felt a sense of deep fear under the gaze of this young man.
"I've met the eldest prince!"
"Meet the eldest prince!"
After being shocked, the disciples and elders of many factions stood up and saluted with clasped fists. The salutes performed by the people of the four major clans were even more shrouded.
This young man is Qin Yu, the eldest prince of the current royal family. Young Master Feiyu among the eighth princes, not only has a distinguished status, but also has the strength of a prince level. Without the other princes, no one among the younger generation can suppress him, and everyone in front of him
Got to be overshadowed.
As soon as he appeared, he became the absolute protagonist of the banquet, enjoying the honor and attention of all parties.
"So strong...even though he has not yet broken through to the Purple Mansion Realm, he gives the impression that he is much stronger than those in the early stages of the Purple Mansion Realm."
"Not to mention, this Qin Yu does have a record of killing Zifu realm, and he only used less than ten moves."
"The royal heritage is vividly displayed in him, and he has great advantages over other young masters."
After the birth of Zifu, when facing Xuanwu Realm warriors, they will have a crushing advantage. The gap between Zifu Realm and Xuanwu Realm is several times larger than the chasm. It can kill with Xuanwu Realm.
The masters of the Purple Mansion Realm are so powerful that it makes people’s hearts tremble.
Ordinary princes and elders of the four major sects would not be so respectful at all. But this Qin Yu was something that no one dared to look down upon, and his etiquette was indispensable.
Lin Yun frowned slightly and noticed that after the eldest prince appeared, Xin Yan and Xin Jue had something wrong on their faces, as if they were enduring something.
"No need to be polite, please take a seat."
His calm words made people feel an undeniable sense of oppression, and the majesty contained in him was undoubtedly evident in the movements of his hands and feet.
"Today is my sister-in-law's birthday. I haven't held a birthday party in five years. It's rare that you can be so grateful and take the trouble to feel that this princess's mansion is really full of glory."
A playful smile appeared on Qin Yu's face. His words seemed to be correct, but his tone felt strange.
Lin Yun was thoughtful, perhaps Qin Yu might not get along with Princess Fenghua, and there was clearly a hint of sneer in his words.
It makes sense when you think about it. A princess holds a birthday party every year and summons the leaders of all major sects to participate. It has even become an annual traditional event. I am afraid it is not as simple as a birthday party, but also has the meaning of expanding her influence.
As a contender for the throne, the eldest prince cannot guarantee that there is no trace of resentment deep in his heart.
There hasn't been a birthday party in five years, and he suddenly appeared here. Maybe he wanted to find out the true nature of his sister and intimidate her?
Seeing the awe on the faces of the four sects, Qin Yu was quite satisfied. In five years, his prestige had already reached the top of the Qin Empire, and no one could compete with him.
Let’s take a casual look at the leaders of each sect who are worth winning over at this birthday party.
"The banquet has officially begun, my sister-in-law will be here soon."
Qin Yu smiled and quietly backed away.
Not long after, the door to the palace opened again, and a beautiful figure walked out.
As if there was an invisible force, everyone's eyes fell on the woman.
The person who came was wearing a long white dress and had a graceful figure. Her hands were as white as snow, her skin was as creamy, and she had jade bones and icy skin. It was a pity that when everyone reluctantly moved their eyes away from those hands and moved them to their face.
They all looked disappointed.
As in the rumors, the veil covered half of Princess Fenghua's face, revealing only a pair of breathtaking eyes.
Behind him, there were two other people, one on the left and one on the right. On the left was Young Master Liushang of the Xuantian Sect, and on the right was a lazy old man in gray clothes.
"I haven't seen you in five years. Thank you for attending my princess's birthday party. I'm very grateful."
Princess Fenghua bent down slightly, and after she took her seat, the banquet officially began.
After three rounds of drinking, a song and dance performance began, with the piano and the piano playing, the drums exciting, and the flute playing endlessly. In conjunction with the dancing girls performing in the venue, the atmosphere gradually became lively.
The dancers all have good skills, with gentle postures and agile dance steps. Accompanied by the music, the colorful silks and satins sometimes turn into waves, rise and fall, and sometimes spin in the air, like colorful exercises flying across the sky, which is dazzling.
, astonishing.
The artists raised by the princess's residence are naturally extraordinary, and each performance is more exciting than the last.
But the disciples of each sect held their breath and concentrated, and toward the end, their hearts gradually calmed down.
Everyone knew that the performances in front of them were flashy and just appetizers. The real highlight was the finale show, the competition between the disciples of each sect.
Some people are already thinking about who to challenge later so that they can become famous in one fell swoop.
Hunyuan Sect Wen Yanbo picked up the wine glass and toasted Luo Feng from afar, with a slightly ferocious smile on his face.
Xin Jue glanced at it and said calmly: "I'm afraid the repertoire will start soon."
Luo Feng sighed and said: "Later, please be careful and don't be careless."
Several people looked solemn and nodded. Xinyan suddenly said: "Junior brother, it seems that there are many people who have ideas for you... Cao Jie from Qintian Academy, Yue Qing from Shence Camp, Zuo Yun from Hunyuan Sect,
Xuantian Sect's Bai Yu and even Si Xueyi glanced at you a few times, intentionally or unintentionally."
Lin Yun said calmly: "It doesn't matter."
Compared to Lin Yun's calmness, Elder Luo Feng seemed a little anxious. Just now, Liu Yue's words made all the sects laugh in laughter, saying that he had no one in Lingxiao Sword Pavilion and even brought a sword slave.
At present, many sects have set their sights on Lingxiao Jiange, and he knows exactly what they have in mind.
The situation is very unfavorable for Lingxiao Jiange.
I had some expectations for Lin Yun, but he practiced Shuiyue Sword Technique, and fortunately he also had the Dragon-Tiger Fist. Even if he lost, I'm afraid he wouldn't lose badly.
Thinking of this, Elder Luo Feng sighed again. This time, Princess Fenghua's birthday banquet was still a little under-prepared.
At noon, the bright sun is shining in the sky, falling on the Qiongtai Palace, which is as white as jade, shining with golden light.
Princess Fenghua, who was at the head of the table, put down her wine glass and said softly: "The birthday banquet has always been a grand event for various sects to communicate and learn from each other. It has not been held for five years. I am afraid that everyone has been looking forward to this banquet for a long time."
"Finally here!"
"This is the moment we have been waiting for. In the past, a new monster was born at the princess birthday party every year and became famous in one fell swoop. I don't know who it is this year."
"If there are winners, there will be losers. I don't know who the winner is this year, but Lingxiao Jiange has already lost half of it."
"Hehe, who would have thought that the leader of the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion would actually be a sword slave? He didn't even know what the occasion was, but he brought his sword slave to participate. If it weren't for the princess's grandeur, it would be a big deal to pursue.
Wrong."
"Speak less, speak less, this Lingxiao Sword Pavilion is a big sect after all, you and I can't afford to offend it."
Many voices come to mind from all directions, and there are many discordant voices as well.
Princess Fenghua glanced at her, and everyone around became quiet, and said softly: "Even if it is a sparring match, remember to stop it and not intentionally hurt anyone. In addition, you are not allowed to use treasures. That's it, let's get started."
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure jumped out of the Hunyuan Sect. It was the young man in purple who had previously set his sights on fighting Senior Sister Xinyan.
He glanced over and looked in the direction of Lingxiao sword pavilion, and said with a smile: "I am Chen Yan of Hunyuanmen. I wonder if Xinyan of Lingxiao sword pavilion dares to fight with me."
here we go……
The Hunyuan Sect was really impatient. As soon as it started, they were the first to operate on the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion.
"To deal with you, there is no need for Senior Sister to take action."
rub!
A figure flew up, but it was Tang Tong, a disciple of Jiange. Xinyan was one of the four masters in the third sequence. Naturally, it was impossible to challenge people casually. Tang Tong and Ding Yan were the ones
Come to share the pressure with her.
Disappointment flashed in Chen Yan's eyes, but he was not too surprised. He sneered: "Xinyan doesn't dare to come, why should I send you to be cannon fodder?"
"Beat me first and then talk."
The other party was so arrogant that anger flashed across Tang Tong's face and he snorted coldly.
"Within a few moves, I will defeat you!"
Chen Yan had a look of confidence in his eyes and chuckled softly.
Tang Tong's expression froze and he said in a deep voice, "I want to see how you can defeat me within ten moves?"
rub!
After the words fell, Tang Tong drew his sword out of its sheath, and the water moon sword force quietly unfolded, killing the opponent in an instant. His water moon sword technique had long been perfected, and it would not be strong or weak suddenly. At a glance, the sword force was quite fierce.
.
As the sword thrust out, the true energy surged, and the cold sword light was filled with cold light.
Chen Yan smiled and said nothing, and all the bones in his body suddenly exploded. The ancient dragon-elephant power filled the air, bursting out with terrifying power, his momentum suddenly rising, and he punched out.
Bang!
The sound of the holy sound was like thunder on the ground, making people's eardrums shake slightly. Before the sword could get close to Chen Yan, it was crushed by the fist light, and there were faint ripples in the air, like water waves dissipating.
"not good!"
When Elder Luo Feng saw this scene, he secretly thought that he was going to suffer. Chen Yan's Dragon Elephant Fighting Technique was so terrifying. With one punch, a holy sound suddenly sounded. He had at least practiced it to the third level.
"Hey, take another punch from me!"
Amid the roaring shouts and the surprised gazes of everyone, Chen Yan ignored Tang Tong's renewed strength with his sword. Like a savage beast, he charged wildly, his fist gleamed, and struck directly on the tip of the sword.
Clang!
Suddenly, there was a metallic collision, Tang Tong was shocked, and the sword in his hand almost flew away.
It was so fierce... The opponent's boxing technique simply defeated his Shuiyue Sword Technique. With the opponent's physical strength and constant approach, even 50% of his strength could not be used.
"Come again."
Chen Yan laughed ferociously, and the dragon-elephant power that filled his body was like purple light, like substance.
Bang bang bang!
The light of the fist exploded, and Chen Yan kept pushing closer. His terrifying body resisted the surging sword light, but he only suffered some superficial injuries.
Lin Yun felt a little helpless, knowing that it was only a matter of time before Senior Brother Tang Tong lost.
I'm afraid, it won't take more than ten moves.
If he could grasp the true meaning of the Shuiyue Sword Technique and use softness to overcome strength, he could break through the opponent's tortoise shell-like defense silently.
It's a pity... his good swordsmanship was completely ruined by his practice.
Phew!
After eight moves, Chen Yan stepped forward and punched Tang Tong in the chest, causing him to vomit blood and fly away.
After landing, his face turned pale and he held up his long sword, ready to fight again.
Princess Fenghua, who was in the first position, said calmly: "That's it, you have already lost. You can't change anything if you continue to fight."
"Tang Tong, come back."
Elder Luo Feng's face looked a little ugly. Not only was he defeated, he was defeated so quickly. Princess Fenghua's words made him even more embarrassed. The meaning of her words was that he was just trying to keep fighting, but he was just doing it for himself.
Take the humiliation.
"None of the ten moves have been used, and Shuiyue's swordsmanship is mediocre. Lingxiao Sword Pavilion claims to be the best in swordsmanship in the Qin Empire. I think this reputation is in vain."
Chen Yan raised his eyebrows and shouted coldly: "Blood Rose Xinyan, if you don't take action, I will think that there is really no one in Lingxiao Jiange!"