The curtain of the tent was lifted, and several men of five big and three thick men walked in, murderous and unkind. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The men of the grassland have all seen blood, and once they are serious, they will exude a sense of oppression that is different from ordinary people.

However, this is only for ordinary people, not to mention that the two people in the tent are like murder, and they are also the kind of extraordinary people who kill people and don't even blink their eyes.

Ning Chen turned the wheelchair around, and thrust the ink sword on the ground with a swoop, the unpleasant look on his face was undisguised, fight, who is afraid of whom.

The white-bearded old man walked in, Naruto walked in, and the doctor also walked in, looking at the calm and unmoved young man in Tsing Yi, his brows were furrowed.

"Take it away," the white-bearded old man shouted.

"Yes" The seven big men bypassed the wheelchair and grabbed directly towards the young man in Tsing Yi.

The unhappiness on Ning Chen's face became even stronger, when he was transparent, his right hand slapped the ink sword, and suddenly a wave of true yuan swept away, and several big men were shocked back a few steps.

"There is something to say" is ashamed, Ning Chen doesn't want things to be too stiff, so he suppressed his temperament and said.

"Mingcheng, you hold him back" The white-bearded old man's face sank and he shouted.

"Yes" Ming Cheng reluctantly pulled out the scimitar on his waist, took two steps forward, and said to Ning Chen, "Brother Ning, offended"

Ning Chen's expression gradually turned cold, and he was embarrassed.

Knoring, the ink sword was unsheathed, the sword body was frosty, the snowflakes were stirring, and the temperature in the entire tent was lowered.

The tense atmosphere spread, and the big battle was about to break out, and at this moment, Prince Yan, who had been calm and silent, opened his mouth.

"Alright, put away your sword"

After the words fell, Prince Yan took a step towards the outside of the tent, and said lightly, "Go and see what's going on."

"En" Ning Chen squinted, put away his sword and sheathed it, and walked out with him.

The two walked out, and the cold sweat on Mingcheng's body flowed down at this time, they still underestimated the young man in the wheelchair, not to mention that he was alone, even if there were ten more, it would probably be impossible to stop him.

"Patriarch, you can't force yourself," Narujo persuaded again.

The white-bearded old man snorted coldly, and then turned around and walked out of the tent.

In Pei Yan's tent, Ning Chen and Prince Yan looked at the beautiful girl lying on the bed and got the real situation from the doctor.

"Senior, is there any salvation?" asked Ning Chen Chuanyin.

"Rhombic Crystal Flower," Prince Yan said lightly.

"Is that hopeless?" Ning Chen said in a deep voice.

"With your blood, plus this king's shot, you can prolong her life for three years, or that sentence, how you deal with it is up to you" Prince Yan said calmly.

"Benevolence and righteousness, so be it" Ning Chen nodded, and immediately decided.

After speaking, Ning Chen turned around, looked at the white-bearded old man who had just entered, and said, "We can extend the life span of Miss Pei Yan by three years, and as a deal, all the previous grievances will be over."

The white-bearded old man was stunned, everyone present was also stunned, and Ning Chen did not urge, he waited patiently and indifferently.

The worries of the people present were in the most stark contrast to the calmness of the two, and the words that the eldest grandson said that day were vividly reflected at this moment, Ning Chen was the most ruthless person in the world.

If it weren't for their fault, who would live or die would be his business.

She's not a man!

"Are you sure?" asked the white-bearded old man with a hint of distrust in his eyes.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you," Ning Chen didn't care.

The white-bearded old man's face changed and changed, and after a while, he gritted his teeth violently and said, "Okay, I promise you"

"Let's all go out" Prince Yan took a step forward, came to the bed, and said lightly.

The white-bearded old man and the people present hesitated, but they were still undecided.

"It's too late to regret it now," Ning Chen also turned his wheelchair to the bed, and said coldly.

"All out" The white-bearded old man finally made up his mind, drove everyone out of the tent, and then walked out with him.

"Pity the hearts of parents in the world" Ning Chen sighed softly, and in an instant, the sword finger slashed across his arm, and drops of blood flowed out and dripped down his arm to Pei Yan's heart.

He has the medicinal power of the Heavenly Turning Pill in his body, and he has also soaked in the Tianchi in Beimeng, which can be said to be a living medicine primer.

At the same time, Prince Yan turned his palm to condense his qi, and the innate power wrapped in the dripping blood quickly submerged into Pei Yan's heart, and in an instant, the medicinal power spread out, and little by little began to moisten the latter's weak heart.

After about ten breaths, Prince Yan withdrew his hand, Ning Chen wiped his hand, and the silver light flashed, stopping the blood on his arm, and immediately looked at Pei Yan on the bed, waiting for the latter to wake up.

After another half a pillar of incense, Pei Yan woke up, looked at the young man in Tsing Yi in front of her, and said weakly, "Can you tell me your true identity?"

"Great Xia, Prince Yan," Prince Yan said lightly.

Pei Yan was stunned, then closed her eyes weakly, and a tear slipped quietly, "Thank you"

Ning Chen and Prince Yan went out, and the white-bearded old man immediately entered the tent, and when he saw Pei Yan who woke up on the bed, he couldn't help but cry with joy.

"Let them go"

The old man's voice came from inside the tent, and when Ming Cheng and the others heard it, they automatically got out of the way and let the two leave.

"Let's go" Prince Yan walked ahead, hunting in Tsing Yi, and said calmly.

"En" Ning Chen responded, and then followed.

The two left, not in a hurry, without the slightest nostalgia, no matter how beautiful the grassland was, they were just passers-by, just see it.

"The mountains have no basis, the water has no basis, the bleak grass is not the king and grandson, the clouds are faint, the willows are green, and the cuckoo can't bear to hear it......"

On the grassland, the sound of farewell suddenly appeared, Ning Chen looked back, but saw that in front of the tent, a woman in a red wedding dress was sitting there, holding a pipa in her arms, her expression was pale, her red lips were like blood, like roses blooming in the cold wind, and she was so beautiful that people didn't dare to look at it directly.

"It's a pity"

Ning Chen sighed lightly, but didn't say anything, and then turned around and continued to walk forward.

Prince Yan's expression was still as calm as ever, and there had never been any waves, step by step, unswerving.

The grassland is very large, and the two of them traveled all the way north, and they did not stop in the middle, until they reached the destination of this trip, the royal capital of Beimeng.

This is a city on the desert, and from a distance, it looks like a holy city floating on the yellow sea, which is very shocking.

After the two entered the royal capital, they found that the lives of the people in it were very different from those in the grasslands outside, but they were somewhat similar to the people in the Central Plains, doing all kinds of small businesses, working at the beginning of the day and resting at sunset.

Ning Chen glanced at the spectacular royal court building in the distance, and sneered at the corner of his mouth, I heard that after the death of the emperor of Northern Mongolia, the royal court was in chaos, and several princes competed for the throne.

In this way, the little emperor of Northern Mongolia has only just turned seven years old this year.

"Beimeng's sand sword is about to be born, this king wants to go and see it, don't leave it at that" At this moment, Prince Yan's eyes flashed with a gleam and he spoke.

Hearing this, Ning Chen was stunned, and then nodded, since the senior didn't let him go with him, it meant that his strength was not enough, and he might be in danger with the past.

"How do you get in touch?" Ning Chen asked.

"No, this king will go to you" Before the words fell, Prince Yan's figure had disappeared, and he hurried towards the north at great speed.

Ning Chen opened his mouth, and finally shook his head helplessly, he was expecting Prince Yan to do something with him, but now it seems that it is up to him.

It's a little difficult, but you can't wait forever, the situation in Great Xia is already dangerous, and the eldest grandson doesn't know what the headache will be, he has to do something.

As soon as he entered the royal capital, he inquired about the current battle situation between the two dynasties, the Tianmen Pass of Great Xia was broken by Fan Lingyue, and the 300,000 troops of Northern Mongolia drove straight in, and also blocked the three Great Xia Wuhou from the pass.

This could not be worse news, since the war began, the Great Xia has lost a terrifying number of troops, while the Northern Mongol army is almost intact.

The 200,000 in Beizhangyuan and Yanguicheng, the 350,000 in Zuoqiusheng's funeral, and the 300,000 in the hands of the three Wuhou who could no longer form a threat, nearly 850,000 soldiers in Great Xia could not stop the 300,000 soldiers and horses of Beimeng.

Among them, the biggest difference is that there is a Fan Lingyue in Northern Mongolia, while Great Xia does not.

This is a woman who can create an era by herself, and she is already invincible.

Ning Chen didn't want Fan Lingyue to know that he was still alive this time, he just didn't want to confront him head-on, such a woman, he was also full of jealousy.

Since he came to this world, he has suffered several big losses, and even been seriously injured and dying several times, and there is basically the shadow of Fan Lingyue behind him.

She wanted to kill him, and he wanted to kill her, so simple, so simple that he could ignore everything.

The lover is a pawn that can be used.

According to the scimitar in Ming Cheng's hand, he can basically conclude that the group that assassinated the eldest grandson was from the lover, so he can also conclude that this lover is also a hidden chess piece hidden by Fan Lingyue.

He wanted to go in and see what kind of place this lover was.

The lover's family is in the royal capital of Beimeng, in this place of imperial power where there are many families like dogs and powerful people are everywhere, it is not very eye-catching.

However, the lover family is a little different from other families and magnates, and the lover family is not a single-surname family in the true sense.

There are very few children of the direct line of the lover, and it is not allowed to intermarry with the outside world, resulting in fewer and fewer descendants of this lineage.

Regarding the traditions and rules of the lover, Ning Chen only wants to say one word, phew!

Close relatives get married, and your brains won't kill you.

However, this also gave him a lot of convenience, for the continuation of the bloodline, the lover is basically not rejected by the real strong, and as long as the contribution is enough, he can give the surname.

He had no interest in the surname, and he went in to stab him.

The lover is very big, very big, so big that it is surprising, Ning Chen entered the lover family very high-profile, very arrogant, it was directly entered, and the cultivation of the seven grades of martial arts immediately attracted the attention of the high-level of the lover, a martial arts seven products less than twenty years old is really rare.

"The young master is here to be a guest, call someone who can speak" Ning Chen held a broken iron sword in his hand, slammed it into the ground with a click, and said rampantly to the fallen people in front of him.