Outside the tall city walls of Qingzhou Mansion, people hurried in and out of the many city gates like a long dragon.

Before the wide moat, a group of people stopped and waited.

"Feng Qingxuan is here, what do you want to do?"

Bai Xian'er stroked her long hair on the temples, guessing in her heart.

Feng Qingxuan is the contemporary son of the Six Prison Demon Sect. According to legend, he was admitted by Pang Wanyang at the age of thirteen.

At the age of 23, his energy has been condensed, and he is the most outstanding figure among the younger generation of the Six Prison Demon Sect, no one.

It is said that he has surpassed the elders of the Demon Sect. In this weapon list, he is the only one among the younger generation of the Six Prison Demon Sect.

Her senior brother Duan Yunlong is already a genius among geniuses, but he is still much inferior to this person.

"Junior Sister Xian'er, what are you thinking?"

Chi Changkong, who was dressed in black, wrapped his arms around him, and his jet-black cloak moved wildly behind him.

A flash of disgust flashed in Bai Xian'er's heart, so many people died in Huayan Mountain Range, but this annoying thing survived.

"The holy son's body of ten thousand gold, appearing in the hinterland of Dafeng, can't help but make people worry. If it is known by the court, I'm afraid it will be difficult to be kind."

Bai Xian'er frowned slightly and seemed to be worried.

In fact, this is also true. With the reputation of the Six Prison Demon Sect, it is bound to be discovered by the court when it walks the world openly and aboveboard.

For the imperial court, the Six Prison Demon Sect was a far greater threat than the Demonic Art of Seizing Spirit.

"The court knows, so what?"

Chi Changkong sneered:

"Do you think that the Holy Son will be alone when he travels?"

Bai Xian'er moved in her heart and looked up.

At the end of his gaze, six scarlet-red flooded horses came slowly, pulling the pitch-black carriage.

"coming."

In Bai Xian'er's heart, the rest of the people also saw the carriage.

Immediately, a group of people greeted them.

"I'm waiting to meet the Holy Son!"

Before the carriage, everyone bowed in unison.

"When you go out, the etiquette is waived."

Feng Qingxuan's flat voice came from the carriage:

"I heard that the Dafeng court arranged a so-called weapon spectrum, and listed me as the seventeenth. This time I came here to see what kind of people are qualified to be ranked above me."

"really."

Bai Xian'er's heart moved, and she understood.

This weapon spectrum has disrupted the peace of the rivers and lakes. I don't know how many hidden dragons and snakes have been exposed. Over the past month, many masters have died because of these false names.

I just didn't expect that even people like Feng Qingxuan were caught in it.

"The Holy Son is in seclusion all year round. Even if the Dafeng court has the ability to reach the sky, how can they know the martial arts of the Holy Son? The so-called weapon spectrum is not worth mentioning at all."

Chi Changkong complimented with a smile.

Although he is also the younger generation of the Six Prison Demon Sect, the gap between him and the Holy Son is too great.

Among the Six Prison Demon Sects, because of Pang Wanyang's existence, this Holy Son can be on an equal footing with several other Prison Masters.

shuh~

The curtain of the car was lifted, and a slender and tall man with a handsome face as perfect as a statue stepped out.

He stepped on the back of the kneeling coachman and slowly got off the carriage.

The attitude of the people became more and more respectful.

"Bai Xian'er."

Feng Qingxuan glanced at Bai Xian'er lightly:

"Don't you think it's ridiculous that people like Ben Saint Son can't see through the false name?"

Bai Xian'er changed slightly and said with a forced smile:

"Xian'er Wei Mo martial arts, how dare you try to figure out the mind of the Holy Son?"

"Your talent is average, your understanding is average, and your soft-spoken temperament is not very bold, so naturally you can't understand the mind of this holy son."

Feng Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back, and said leisurely:

"There are no masters with no background, and no famous masters in the world. Why do you think that is?"

Bai Xian'er's smile was a little stiff.

Rao is her calm mind, and she can't resist being slapped in the face like this.

"Martial arts can't be repaired behind closed doors. Whether it's external resources or internal understanding, it's all about fighting, grabbing, grabbing!"

Feng Qingxuan swept over Bai Xian'er and the others, and said lightly:

"My teacher once said that even if you have the power of a real dragon, if you don't take off for a day, you will always be a worm, a long worm! You don't even have a false name, you have to see the false name? You can't see it, you can see through it. Isn't it funny?"

"Holy Son's words are righteous and righteous, I will admire it."

Chi Changkong's smile became even brighter.

Feng Qingxuan was neither happy nor angry, and glanced at Chi Changkong lightly:

"Under the shadow of your predecessors, you are living more and more like dung worms."

Chi Changkong's face froze.

"It's still a dung worm without the slightest potential."

Feng Qingxuan continued to strike without caring.

He never cared whether his subordinates complained, let alone whether they were truly loyal.

Just as his master, Pang Wanyang, used his own power to overwhelm the Six Prison Demon Sect, even if he didn't have any subordinates, who would dare to resist him?

Chi Changkong's smile became even more rigid.

Bai Xian'er secretly laughed in her heart.

"Once upon a time, Shizun traveled the world, using his own strength to strengthen many sects, fighting and killing many masters, and having experienced many battles, only to have the name of the strongest in the world!"

Feng Qingxuan didn't care about the thoughts of the two at all, and said slowly:

"My savings are enough. When I come to Dafeng, I want to challenge many masters one by one, and follow the path that Master has taken in the past! This weapon spectrum is well arranged, but it saves a lot of hands and feet."

Chi Changkong and Bai Xian'er bowed to listen, but did not speak easily.

Feng Qingxuan was too lazy to talk too much with so many dung bugs, and instead asked:

"I heard that there is a master of weapons in the Qingzhou mansion at this time, is that right?"

"Go back to the Holy Son."

Bai Xian'er replied softly:

"There are indeed people in the Qingzhou Mansion who are on the list of weapons, Haoran Longsword, Ke Mengfan, at this time, he should drink in the Emperor Yao Residence"

"Women are better at handling information."

Feng Qingxuan nodded slightly and said:

"So, just wait outside the city."

After that, he walked towards Qingzhou Mansion without any haste.

"Holy Son, are you doing this?"

Bai Xian'er pretended to be worried:

"In this Qingzhou mansion, there may be people in the court stationed"

"Court?"

Feng Qingxuan chuckled lightly: "We fight to death, and the court is the most happy to see it succeed."

The voice lingered in the room.

In the sight of several people, Feng Qingxuan's figure has been lost.

His seemingly slow pace was surprisingly fast, like shrinking into an inch.

"Such light work"

Bai Xian'er's eyelids jumped, and she was a little worried.

This Feng Qingxuan came from the weapon list. Grandpa is the second on the list at this time, isn't it also this person's goal?

"Ke Mengfan is dead."

Chi Changkong licked the corner of his mouth, and his smile was a little grim:

"His sister, but Shui Ling is ruthless!"

Di Yao's residence on the seventh floor was completely empty.

Dressed in blue clothes hanging to the ground, Ke Mengfan, with a simple and ordinary face, sat alone by the window, drinking in the wind.

He looks ordinary, or rather, a little ugly.

Although it is very neat, it is not a master who pleases women.

Di Yaoju, he often comes.

This seventh floor, at some point in time, has become his sole possession, and no one else dares to approach.

Except, the shop assistant, and the woman who was with him at this time.

"Master Ke, your wine."

The shop assistant went upstairs and served the prepared wine.

"Your family's wine is much weaker now that you drink it."

Ke Mengfan took a sip of the drink and shook his head.

He has been drinking this wine for many years and has always liked it.

But since a friend returned from Fengzhou and brought him a bottle of Yang Xiaotang's high-flavor spirits, he drank other wines, and there was no taste.

"Master Ke, we really can't make the wine you want."

The shop assistant gave a wry smile.

It's not a fantasy to figure out the secret recipe and production process of this wine with just a little drink.

And this Lord Ke was too stingy, so he left a mere drink or two.

Even if heaven and man descend to the earth, I am afraid that it is impossible to do it.

"Okay, okay, don't embarrass the second brother."

A beautiful-looking, warm-hearted woman quietly relieved the shop assistant, and then looked at Ke Mengfan tenderly:

"Brother, you drink a lot, but you have to control it. The wine is too strong, and you will get drunk when you smell it. It's a good thing if you can't find it."

"Alcohol, in fact, there is nothing to drink, it's just people, you still can't be too sober, sober, it will be very painful"

Ke Mengfan drank his glass of wine and sighed softly.

"Brother, you are drunk."

The delicate woman reached out and tried to grab his jug.

"Xiu'er, you say, what a terrible world this is."

Ke Mengfan flashed the woman's hand, picked up another pot of wine, took two sips, and his eyes were slightly blurred:

"There are so many living beings in this city, some people sell wine and meat, some people sell charcoal firewood, some people work hard all day long, some people sell children and daughters, it seems that the only meaning of being born is to serve those few people."

"You are really drunk."

Xiu'er also sighed, similar words, since the person in front of her rescued her to this day.

He has said it a thousand times, and he has heard it a thousand times.

"Xiu'er, do you know why I want to save you?"

Ke Mengfan looked at the beautiful woman, his eyes blurred.

"have no idea."

Xiu'er's face flushed slightly, looking at this unhandsome face, the deer in her heart slammed.

Ke Mengfan sighed and asked:

"Your family is rich and noble. Your father is a master of true energy and dominates one side. Your mother is a young lady from a family of martial arts.

Xiu'er didn't know what to think, the blush on her face disappeared, replaced by a pale:

"You, what do you want to say?"

"You guessed right, your parents, I killed them."

Facing the woman's increasingly desperate eyes, Ke Mengfan nodded indifferently.

"why why?"

The woman named Xiu'er trembled, tears streaming down her voice, and her voice was like an abandoned beast:

"Why did you tell me, since you lied to me, why, why didn't you lie to me for the rest of your life?"

Ke Mengfan was expressionless~lightnovelpub.net~ watched the woman go from grief, to hysteria, and finally ran out full of hatred.

Just sighed lightly.

"Nice arrangement, but unfortunately meaningless."

The low and crisp footsteps came from the end of the long street, and the noisy downtown echoed clearly in Ke Mengfan's ears.

In the tidal stream of people, Feng Qingxuan, who was dressed in a black gilt brocade robe and had a handsome face that was not human-like, raised his eyes slightly, and commented lightly in a tone of indifferent looking down:

"Haoran Long Sword, Ke Mengfan? It turned out to be just an ordinary, somewhat ugly drunkard."

Di Yao lived on the seventh floor, and the misty color in Ke Mengfan's eyes slowly faded.

With three points of solemnity and seven points of coldness, he said:

"The Demon Prison is boundless step, are you the Holy Son of Six Prisons, Feng Qingxuan?"