Yi Chen did not call the black-robed person "Yang Gongzi", but directly called him "Qin Gongzi".

Qin is the national surname of the Great Qin Dynasty and the surname of the royal family!

In his previous life, he spanned 100,000 years, and he had seen this kind of drama of the prince seizing the heir countless times.

The black-robed man hid the secret, for fear of being known, but in Yi Chen's eyes, it was as naïve as a three-year-old child stealing New Year's money, which made people laugh.

Without even thinking about it, Yi Chen could see at a glance that the black-robed man in front of him was a prince of the dynasty, and he still wanted to be the emperor!

Swish!

Suddenly, a cold light flashed.

Yi Chen only felt that there was a cold chill on his neck.

It was the middle-aged man who was like a puppet just now, and a knife was on his neck, the blade was inward, and he could take his life at any time.

"Yi Chen, you are much smarter than I thought. However, it is not a good thing for a person to be too smart. ”

Qin Ze put his hands behind his back and walked leisurely.

He is a nobleman, and since he was a child, he has been under one person and above hundreds of millions of people.

He has always been the only one who has mastered other people's secrets, and it is impossible for anyone to master his secrets.

This feeling of being seen through at a glance made Qin Ze very uncomfortable, and even in an instant, he directly moved his murderous intent.

"Have you ever heard of a phrase?"

The knife was on his neck, and the strength of the person who shot was strong, even above the horseman who had just stepped into the realm of the Martial Saint, let alone the current Yi Chen.

However, on his face, there was no panic, but more and more calm.

"What?"

Qin Ze asked casually.

"Wufu is angry, blood is splashed in five steps, and the world is vegetarian!" Yi Chen said lightly.

Airplanes!

In an instant, Qin Ze's face changed greatly.

But soon, he calmed down again, and said with a sneer: "I am the seventh prince of the dignified Great Qin Dynasty, how can you be frightened by a word?"

"What's more, as long as I look at him, his knife will cut off your head!"

Yi Chen smiled softly and asked, "Do you want to gamble?"

"Bet on what?" Qin Ze asked rhetorically.

"Bet and see, will you die first, or will I die first?" Yi Chen Gujing said without waves.

Hiss!

It is the sound of cloth rubbing.

Qin Ze raised his foot, and the fabric on his body rubbed, making a slight sound.

Even if he thinks he has the chance to win, he can't help but want to retreat.

A gentleman doesn't erect a dangerous wall, let alone he, the prince!

As a nobleman and hundreds of millions of people, how could he risk his life to gamble with an ordinary man!

"When you settle down, it is the moment when I fight for my life, and I gamble on your life as the prince of the dynasty with a grass people. Seven Princes, do you want to take a gamble?"

However, as soon as his heels were raised, Yi Chen's cold words sounded.

"You!"

Qin Ze's right hand clenched into a fist, creaking.

But still, gritting his teeth, he retracted that step.

He was very sure that the middle-aged man would be able to kill Yi Chen in an instant.

You must know that it is a saint, the legendary first sword saint, who has retired from the rivers and lakes for thirty years, and has always protected his safety.

However, Qin Ze didn't dare to bet.

Even if Yi Chen was just bluffing, he didn't dare to risk his life to gamble on the 1 in 10,000 possibility.

After all, even the First Sword Saint had personally admitted just now that Yi Chen had a strength close to the grandmaster level.

Facing a grandmaster, and a young grandmaster, within five steps, he gambled his life.

He is a prince, and the other party is just a commoner.

Winning is nothing, losing is nothing.

Qin Ze didn't want to bet on this, he couldn't afford to lose a bet at all!

"Yi Gongzi said with a smile, I'm here to make friends, how can I fight for life and death with you, gambling with my life?"

Qin Ze smiled and glanced at the middle-aged man.

The latter instantly drew the blade and disappeared into the night.

From the killing intent just now, to the current smile like a spring breeze, it was only in an instant.

The man in front of him is less than twenty years old, and he looks about the same as Yi Chen, but the city is extremely deep, like an abyss and a sea.

"Reacquaint yourself with the seventh prince of the Great Qin Dynasty, Qin Ze!"

Qin Ze smiled and stretched out his hand, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Yi Chen!" Yi Chen thought for a moment and added, "Ordinary students." ”

"Brother Yi, you are not ordinary at all, who are you?" Qin Ze asked with a deep look in his eyes.

From the eight-step poem and amazing words on Wanghu Road, to the decisiveness of Xuanji Pavilion, and then to the fight with his life just now, forcing him, the seventh prince, to admit defeat.

Qin Ze really couldn't see through, who was the young man in front of him?

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I can make you emperor!" Yi Chen said.

To be an emperor?

Hearing these three words, even Qin Ze's eyes suddenly changed drastically.

This is not as simple as killing the head, but a full house of beheading!

If you fail, your whole family, all your people, all your relatives and friends, all of them will die.

When the time comes, it will be a real human head rolling and a river of blood!

It doesn't matter if you are hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of people, how many people are killed, there is absolutely no possibility of intercession.

However, he said it so lightly.

It's as if just now, he just said a trivial matter, which is insignificant at all.

"Are you too conceited?"

Qin Ze asked coldly, but he deliberately avoided the topic of being an emperor.

"Losers are called conceited!" Yi Chen said.

"Then you mean, you won't fail?I want to know, where is your confidence?" Qin Ze's eyes flickered, as if he was hesitating.

In normal times, he would have killed a person like this who spoke wildly.

However, I don't know why, the young man in front of him gave him an irrefutable confidence.

It was as if the words that came from that person's mouth were the absolute truth of the world.

For the first time, Qin Ze wanted to gamble!

Bang!

Yi Chen suddenly clenched his fist, and the volley exploded in the air.

It turned out to be the air in the palm of his hand, which was pinched and exploded, and it exploded with an amazing sound.

With this kind of strength and this kind of speed, Qin Ze, who was used to seeing martial arts powerhouses, couldn't help but frown

Crease.

If it was a strong man of the older generation in his fifties or sixties, he would definitely not be surprised that he could do this.

But now, the person who pinches and explodes the air with his bare hands is just a teenager, and he is even older

Not as big as him.

What kind of strength is this, and what kind of talent is it?

"What do you want to say?" Qin Ze asked with a frown.

As long as you have strong enough strength, let alone an emperor, you can even become a god and make hundreds of millions of living beings worship!"

As he spoke, the figure seemed to be as majestic as a god king.

Even the thousands of stars in the sky, even the bright moon in the sky, were under his shadow, looking dim.

Like ants, surrender to the dragon!