Boom!

The door of the private room was pushed open directly, and a young man broke in with a big grin.

Behind him, there was a group of people, all of whom had an unconcealable sword intent, it should be a teacher from the same family, otherwise the sword intent would not be so clear.

Zhang Ping complained bitterly, stood aside, and didn't dare to stop him at all. Obviously, it is rare for you to come once in hundreds of years, and whether you have paid a deposit in the private room, you just said it, why can't you give it to others.

But when he said this, he only dared to mumble a few times in his heart, and kept apologizing on his face.

Among the people who came, there was only one old man, who attracted the attention of Xiao Chen and Wumeng.

Because just this one person, there is a line of emperor cultivation, and the rest are all in the realm of human kings. If you are not the emperor, no matter how you defy the sky, it is not worth mentioning in their eyes, and it is not even worth taking a second look.

Seeing it like this, several people settled down in their hearts, still looking indifferent, looking at these people calmly.

Only Xiao Chen, when he saw the young man at the head, thoughtfully, seemed to be a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"Xiao Chen!"

That young man has an extraordinary temperament, with a faint imperial dragon aura on his body, obviously a relative of the royal family, with royal blood and a noble temperament.

Rumble!

In an instant, the momentum on his body exploded, and he didn't care about the rules of Yanyulou that he was not allowed to do it.

This outbreak can be said to be unreserved, and the amazing murderous aura spreads out.

In an instant, the harmonious atmosphere of the Yanyu Building was broken, and the Ziyun who was playing on the stage was in charge, and the sound of the pipa also stopped abruptly.

All the guests will see this place with curious eyes.

Although Yanyulou is not the imperial capital Yancheng, the top Qinglou, but its background is also terrifying, even if the ordinary prince does it here, he must weigh it carefully.

Sometimes, even if it is inevitable to argue, they are all fighting with each other, and most of them dare not really do it.

Because of the rules, everyone understands them.

Like today, unscrupulous, unreserved to release all his momentum, the murderous aura is even more cold and terrifying.

How much hatred does this have?

Such a strange thing made many guests look at this side and want to see the picture.

"No!"

But just as that person rose to the sky and was about to make a move against Xiao Chen, the old emperor in the group stepped forward as if panicked and firmly controlled his son.

"Old Feng, let go of your hand, I'm going to kill him, I have to kill him! I'm going to crush him and scatter his ashes, I'm going to let him die a good death!"

The young man in Chinese costume was suppressed by his own master, extremely uncomfortable, his eyes were blood-red, and he fell into madness.

But Feng Lao complained again and again in his heart, and even wanted to curse a few times, who can you kill...... The table opposite seems inconspicuous. But most of the people sitting at the table were emperors, especially the person in white in the middle, just one glance made Feng Lao feel extremely frightened in his heart.

Wumeng's expressions were indifferent, and they looked at the scene with cold eyes, and their expressions did not fluctuate in the slightest.

Xiao Chen picked up the wine glass, found that the wine in the glass was empty, and before he moved, Bao'er laughed lightly on the side, and obediently poured Xiao Chen full of wine.

As the wine entered, Xiao Chen slowly put down the glass and looked at the visitor with some doubts: "I seem to recognize you, but I can't seem to remember who you are." ”

"I am the King of Yujun, the King of Yujun, Old Feng, let me go and let me kill him. ”

When the visitor heard that Xiao Chen didn't even remember his name, he couldn't help but roar angrily, feeling that he had been greatly insulted.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, and the King of Yujun was furious, but Feng Lao held him down.

A group of brothers and sisters around him looked at each other, and they also didn't know what to do.

"King Yujun, I know him, his father is Prince Dangchaoyun!"

"Strange, why did the old man next to him hold him down and not let him make a move?"

"It's not simple, he must have broken the rules of the Qinglou. ”

"Not necessarily! I think this thing is strange, most of it is the man in white, this person is obviously not simple. ”

"It's also strange, this person doesn't even know the king of Yujun, but when the king of Yujun sees him, he is like crazy. ”

The strange picture in the private room made everyone puzzled and couldn't guess what was going on.

"King Yujun?"

Xiao Chen looked puzzled and said in a deep voice: "Which Yujun King, I don't know any Yujun King." ”

"Damn! Xiao Chen, do you think that if you pretend to be crazy and stupid, you can escape death? When Longteng Houfu said goodbye, I swore that I would not kill you in this life, and I would not be a human being. I tried everything I could to find you, but you were so dead or alive that I sent you to the door. Old Feng, let go of me, if you don't let me go again, I will let my father kill you when I go back. ”

Yujun Wang Ling, looking at Xiao Chen's angry eyes, if his eyes can kill, Xiao Chen is afraid that he will die hundreds of times, thousands of times, tens of thousands of times.

As if he hadn't heard Wang Ling's words, Elder Feng laughed softly: "This son, my little prince is talking nonsense, which makes you laugh." Since you don't know each other, let's go first, farewell, farewell. ”

Seeing that Xiao Chen didn't seem to be able to remember, Feng Lao secretly said in his heart that he was lucky, and wanted to leave with King Yujun quickly.

Xiao Chen played with the wine glass in his hand, thoughtfully, thought about it, and said in a deep voice: "Wait a minute, I remember who he is." ”

Yujun Wang...... It's really a grudge from many years ago, when he first entered the Central World, Lan Luo's father Long Teng was invited, and someone competed with him on the battlefield.

Shoot three arrows in a row, and each arrow loses the opponent, and each arrow loses the opponent.

But the other party was still unconvinced, and took out his secret treasure, but his shadow bow shot the stars with an arrow, and the other party was defeated again.

As a result, he continued to play tricks and wanted to kill him with swordsmanship, but after he was defeated, he wanted to attack in groups.

This kind of person, on the surface, looks personable, and is a royal family and nobleman, who seems to be a dog. But when you take off that layer of hypocrisy, it is more disgusting than a scoundrel, neither self-aware, but also as difficult as a mad dog.

No wonder he doesn't remember him, almost eight years have passed, this kind of garbage is not as good as something, how can Xiao Chen bother to remember.

If he hadn't reminded him a few times, he really wouldn't have remembered.

Old Feng was a little frightened at the moment, and said: "Your Excellency, my son-in-law is the son of Prince Yun, and he already has a title, and his name has been written into the royal family tree......

Xiao Chen interrupted, "Let him go." ”

Feng Lao felt that the matter was a little serious, and he wanted to continue to say something, but Wumeng on the side said in a deep voice: "Tell you to let go, do you hear it." ”

The King of Yujun was completely unaware, completely carried away by the hatred that had been suppressed in his heart for eight years, and said loudly: "Old Feng, don't grow the ambition of others, let me go!" I want to see today, I haven't seen him for eight years, what kind of confidence does he have to dare to enter the imperial capital Yancheng to die!"

Feng Lao Gu turned a deaf ear, looked at Xiao Chen and said, "I'm sorry, the old man can't let it go." ”

He felt a hint of murderous aura, maybe if he let go, King Yujun might die tragically on the spot.

The idea is a bit exaggerated, in the smoke and rain building, does anyone really dare to kill him?

The person killed is still the son of Prince Yun, although the blood is thin, but it is also the real royal bloodline, the royal family, as if fake.

I don't know why, Feng Lao just feels that as soon as he lets go, King Yujun will die immediately.

This kind of intuition that scared him made him dare not let go, he was equal now, waiting for the master of Yanyu Building to come forward.

Although the Yanyu Building is big, as long as something happens, within ten seconds, a master will come.

But in the past ten seconds, in Feng Lao's opinion, he has been living a little like a year, sweat is oozing from his forehead, and he is extremely nervous.

Xiao Chen's gaze swept and landed on Feng Lao, and his eyes met at this moment.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the powerful soul power of the Three Veins Emperor, accompanied by the blood of this king's green dragon, with a terrifying oppressive force, all fell on Feng Lao. Feng Lao wanted to die, but under this huge pressure, he was like a grasshopper shaking a tree, and he was powerless at all.

With just one glance, he was defeated on the spot.

King Yujun felt that Feng Lao couldn't suppress himself a little, so he immediately shouted wildly, rose into the air, and stabbed Xiao Chen with a sword.

Shout!

How terrible this sword is, after eight years of sharpening a sword, the dull blade will become extremely sharp.

For eight years, day and night, King Yujun will never forget the humiliating scene in Longteng Mansion. It was his lifelong shame, a huge pressure, converted into motivation, he had been practicing penance in the Divine Sword Pavilion for many years, and he was waiting for this day.

King Yujun, I feel that this sword seems to be a little extraordinary. The bottleneck of his own rebellion against the king of heaven and man seems to be about to be broken, and after this sword, he will definitely succeed if he condenses the divine seal.

In ecstasy, he trembled, nervous and excited.

Xiao Chen, sure enough, is his magic barrier, killing him and breaking through the emperor by himself is just around the corner.

What a terrible sword!

The killing intent and Dao rhyme contained in the sword made the other martial artists in the Yanyu Building far away feel a chill.

Boom!

But King Yujun, who had just jumped up and had not yet fully started, suddenly exploded.

Yes, it just exploded.

His body erupted, thousands of sword lights, dazzling. The next moment, there were no bones left, only the stumps and a pile of blood, which were sprinkled in the private room.

As for the terrible sword, before it was fully bloomed, it was silent, like a flower withering.

"Murdered!"

Someone killed someone in the Smoke and Rain Building, but it was the King of Yujun who killed!

After half a ring, the entire Yanyu Building was in chaos, and everyone suddenly woke up to what had happened.

The entire Yanyu Building fell into chaos. Some people were frightened and rushed to leave, knocking over many tables and chairs.

Someone exclaimed loudly, in disbelief.

The huge smoke and rain building suddenly became a pot, and there was no half, the smoke and rain were misty, and the atmosphere was quiet and peaceful.

The imperial capital of Yancheng, the peaceful and prosperous era for I don't know how many years, maybe there are dead people every day secretly.

Perhaps the conflict of interests has never stopped.

can dare to kill people in the Qinglou on the bright side, and I haven't heard of it for hundreds of years.

In particular, it is still people with royal blood who are killed.

Is the sky in this imperial capital about to change?