King Zhennan felt unhappy when he heard this voice and turned around and looked back.
At some point, a woman wearing a fiery red robe landed on the stage.
The tall figure is even taller than him. His long hair is tied casually behind his back. He looks very handsome. His waist is very thin and there is no trace of fat. This is especially attractive for his long legs.
Attention.
The lazy and casual look on this woman's face was very different from the tense atmosphere at the scene. At this time, she was walking towards King Zhennan with an impatient look on her face.
King Zhennan was already very angry at this time. This was the second time today that he was told to stop. No matter what, he must kill this Demon Slayer Pavilion disciple today, otherwise the anger in his heart would
There is no place to spread his anger, and more importantly, if he doesn't kill him, he will lose face even more.
So when he saw this woman, he only thought that she was here to disrupt the situation like the young man just now, and then he directly spoke to her: "Get out of here!"
But unexpectedly, he was answered with a muffled sound, like a winter melon falling to the ground and being smashed.
But it seemed that he could no longer hear the sound.
But the guards on the stage, the people below the stage, Yang Yi and Beiyin all heard it.
Everyone was stunned for a while.
Because they had just seen with their own eyes, this woman slowly walked up to King Zhennan with an impatient look on her face, slowly raised a fist and punched him in the face.
After this punch fell, King Zhennan was already faceless. To put it bluntly, he didn't even have his head.
The moment the woman swung her fist, her fist was covered with traces of golden flames. Then when she touched King Zhennan, his head just disappeared.
King Zhennan's head was not exploded by this punch, but was burned away by the golden flames contained in the fist, leaving not even a hair on his head.
There is only a headless body left in the original place. The parts below the neck are intact, and the fracture is very smooth.
What makes people feel strange is that King Zhennan is already a master of spells. When this woman appeared and approached him before taking action, he did not choose to dodge. This scene made people feel very strange.
After the woman retracted her fist, she gently blew on her fist, and the golden flames surrounding her fist dissipated instantly.
His expression was very indifferent, and it looked like he was just doing a very ordinary thing.
At this time, she turned to look at Yang Yi, who was already slumped on the ground. She pointed at the headless body with a puzzled look and asked, "Who is this person? Why are you so rude?"
After a long time, Yang Yi said feebly: "When he has a head, he is called King Zhennan."
"Is there anyone with a name like that?"
After hearing this, Xiang Furong couldn't help but widen her eyes and asked doubtfully.
"Master, do you think it's possible that King Zhennan is just a title?"
Yang Yi sighed and said
In fact, when he heard Zheng Tianlin wanted to kill him by the moat, he had already crushed the jade note and summoned his master Xiang Furong.
Because Zheng Tianlin is not a fool and actually led him here to kill him, then the strength he sent to kill him must be higher than that of Yang Yi, otherwise it would not be enough to kill Yang Yi.
Before he could figure out what the enemy was doing, Yang Yi sent out the distress signal as quickly as possible.
However, this is not a transmission service. Even if Xiang Furong receives a message, it will still take a certain amount of time to arrive immediately.
So he deliberately wanted to delay time, but Zheng Tianlin didn't give him any chance and directly called Master Wolf to attack him.
Thanks to the powerful power of the Haoran Sword, Master Wolf did not have to face Xiang Furong. From some perspective, Master Wolf probably had to say thank you to Yang Yi.
What happened next changed very quickly. As soon as Master Wolf died, the young prince immediately ran away, and Yang Yi pursued him. Then he came here and was surrounded and killed by the King of Zhennan.
It’s a long story, but these things happen in just a few breaths.
So when he rushed to Furong, he happened to encounter the King of Zhennan who was about to kill Yang Yi.
Yang Yi just abandoned his sword neatly and saw the arrival of his master.
Otherwise, he will try every means to delay the process.
Beiyin also played a crucial role in this matter, otherwise Yang Yi would not have been able to delay Xiang Furong's appearance.
Every word Yang Yi and King Zhennan said was actually a reduction in King Zhennan's vitality, but King Zhennan didn't notice it at the time.
Looking at the headless body that was still standing, Yang Yi couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
I'm waiting for my master to arrive. What are you waiting for?
He is a member of the royal family, with a hereditary throne, and a strong man in the Dharma phase. Xiang Furong came here without even asking, and killed him with one punch. This greatly exceeded the expectations of everyone present.
"Oh, I understand, you said he is the prince."
Xiang Furong clapped his hands at this time, still looking nonchalant.
Even though she knew the other party's true identity, she didn't show any concern, and her tone was even more indifferent.
And when these words came out of her mouth, it was as disgusting as eating a fly.
Everyone present could not help but complain.
At this time, Xiang Furong didn't feel that she was in the middle of thousands of people, and she didn't care at all about the looks they were looking at.
Just like this, she slowly walked towards Yang Yi. The guards of the palace around her made way for her one after another. They did not dare to take action at all and could only keep walking back.
Beiyin, who had been unable to get up under the pressure of King Zhennan just now, jumped to his feet.
In a flash, he came directly to the center of the stage and complained to the headless body: "I told you just now that it depends on my face, right? But you didn't listen. This is what happens if you don't give me face."
After he finished complaining, he immediately turned to follow Xiang Furong and said flatteringly: "Xiang Furong, Uncle Xiang! You are really amazing. I admire you so much."
After Xiang Furong checked Yang Yi's injuries, he glanced at Beiyin and asked: "You are also a disciple of the Demon Slayer Pavilion. Which sect do you belong to?"
"I……"
After hearing this question, Beiyin blurted out without hesitation, but when the words came to his mouth, he stopped again,
"It doesn't matter which sect I belong to. What's important is that I am best friends with Yang Yi of the Yuwu Sect. I have always believed that the masters of the Yuwu Sect, Xiang Furong, and Master Xiang are the most powerful among the thirty-six sects of the Demon Slayer Pavilion.
that."
After hearing Beijing's boast, Xiang Furong smiled and said: "Okay, remember what you said, go back and help me promote it in Zhanyao Pavilion."
"That's necessary."
He heard that he was patting his chest and said, and then he looked worried, "Uncle Xiang is a prince, but you don't even ask what's going on? Just kill him. Is that okay?"
After hearing this, Fu Rong frowned and her face became a little ugly.
