Outside the tall city walls of Qingzhou Mansion, a meandering stream of people like a long dragon hurriedly entered and exited among the many city gates.

In front of the wide moat, the group stopped and waited.

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

Bai Xian'er stroked her long sideburns and guessed in her heart.

Feng Qingxuan, the contemporary saint of the Six Prisons Demon Sect, is said to have been accepted by Pang Wanyang at the age of thirteen.

At the age of twenty-three, he has already condensed his qi veins, and he is the most outstanding figure among the younger generation of the Six Hell Demon Sect today, and there is no one.

It is said that he has surpassed the elders of the Demon Sect, and he is the only one on the list of the younger generation of the Six Hell Demon Sects in this weapon spectrum.

Her senior brother Broken Cloud Dragon was already a genius among geniuses, but he was still much inferior to this person.

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

A black-clothed Chi Changkong crossed his arms, and the pitch-black cloak behind him hunted and moved.

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

"The body of the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Gold, appearing in the hinterland of Dafeng, is inevitably worrying, if it is known by the imperial court, I am afraid that it will be difficult to be good."

Bai Xian'er frowned slightly, as if she was a little worried.

In fact, with the reputation of the Six Hells Demon Sect, walking the world openly and honestly will inevitably be discovered by the imperial court.

And for the imperial court, the threat of the Six Hell Demon Sect was much greater than that of the Spirit Snatching Demon Skill.

"The court knows it, so what can it do?"

Chi Changkong sneered:

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

Bai Xian'er's heart moved, and she raised her eyes.

At the end of his gaze, six crimson horses were already pulling the pitch-black carriage slowly.

"Here we are."

Bai Xian'er was in her heart, and the rest of the people also saw the carriage.

Immediately, the group greeted them.

"I'm waiting to see the Son!"

In front of the carriage, a group of people 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 Imperial Court has arranged a so-called weapon spectrum, and I am also listed in the seventeenth place, this time I came to see what kind of people are qualified to rank above me.......

"Sure enough."

Bai Xian'er's heart moved, and she was a little clear.

This weapon spectrum has disturbed the peace of the rivers and lakes, and I don't know how many hidden dragons and snakes have been exposed.

It's just that I didn't expect that even characters like Feng Qingxuan would be trapped.

"The Holy Son is in retreat all the year round, and even if the Dafeng Imperial Court has the ability to reach the heavens, how can they know the martial arts of the Holy Son? The so-called weapon spectrum is not worth mentioning at all. ”

Chi Changkong smiled and complimented.

Although he is also a younger generation of the Six Hell Demon Sect, the gap between him and this Holy Son is too big.

Among the Six Prison Demon Sects, because of Pang Wanyang's existence, this Holy Son was able to sit on an equal footing with several other prison masters.

Swish~

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

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

The attitude of the crowd became more and more respectful.

"White Fairy."

Feng Qingxuan's eyes glanced at Bai Xian'er lightly:

"Do you think it's ridiculous that a character like Ben Shengzi can't see through the false name?"

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

"Xian'er has a little martial arts, how dare you figure out the mind of the Holy Son?"

"You have average talent, average understanding, and a soft temperament, let alone any courage, so naturally you can't understand the mind of this holy son."

Feng Qingxuan stood with his hands in his hands and said leisurely:

"There is no master without origin in the world, and there is no grandmaster without fame, why do you think so?"

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

Rao is her mind is calm, and she is a little overwhelmed by being slapped in the face like this.

"Martial arts can't be cultivated behind closed doors, whether it's external resources or internal comprehension, they all have to be fought for, grabbed and grabbed!"

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 true dragon, if you don't take off for a day, you will always be a feces insect and a long worm! If 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 ridiculous? ”

"The Holy Son's words are righteous, and we admire them."

Chi Changkong's smile was even brighter.

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

"In the shadow of your predecessors, you are living more and more like."

Chi Changkong's face froze.

"Still a shitworm with no potential."

Feng Qingxuan continued to fight without care.

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

Just like his master Pang Wanyang, who single-handedly suppressed the Six Hell Demon Sect, even if he didn't have any subordinates, who would dare to resist him?

Chi Changkong's smile was even more stiff.

Bai Xian'er laughed secretly in her heart.

"Once upon a time, Shizun traveled the world, strengthened many major sects with his own strength, fought and killed many masters, and experienced many battles before he had the strongest reputation in the world!"

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

"My savings are enough, and I am here to challenge many masters one by one, and follow the path that my master walked back then! This weapon sheet is very well arranged, but it saves a lot of effort and feet........."

Chi Changkong and Bai Xian'er bowed down to listen, but they didn't speak easily.

Feng Qingxuan didn't bother to say too much to these few shitworms, and asked instead:

"I heard that there is a master of weapons in Qingzhou Mansion at this time, yes or no?"

"Back to the Holy Son."

Bai Xian'er replied softly:

"There is indeed someone in Qingzhou Mansion who is on the list of weapons on the list, Haoran Long Sword, Ke Mengfan, at this time, he should drink in the middle of Emperor Yao......."

"It's better to take care of information, or women are better."

Feng Qingxuan bowed his head slightly and said:

"In that case, you can wait outside the city."

After that, he walked towards Qingzhou Mansion without hurrying.

"Holy Son, are you going to do that?"

Bai Xian'er pretended to be worried:

"In this Qingzhou Mansion, there are people from the imperial court stationed ......."

"The Imperial Court?"

Feng Qingxuan chuckled: "We fight for life and death, and the one who is most happy to see it is the imperial court......"

The voice fluttered freely.

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

His seemingly slow pace was outrageously fast, as if the ground had shrunk into inches.

"Such a light ......"

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

This Feng Qingxuan is running for the weapon spectrum, and his grandfather is second on the list at this time, isn't it also the goal of this person?

"Ke Mengfan is dead."

Chi Changkong licked the corners of his mouth, and his smile was a little hideous:

"His sister, but she's ruthless!"

.......

Emperor Yao lived on the seventh floor, and it was empty.

Ke Mengfan, dressed in green clothes hanging down to the ground, with a simple and ordinary face, sat alone in front of the window, drinking in the wind.

He looks ordinary, or rather, a little ugly.

Although it is very neatly cared for, it is not a lord who pleases women.

Emperor Yaoju, he often comes.

This seventh layer, at some point, has become his exclusive belonging, and no one else dares to approach it.

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

"Master Ke, your wine."

The shopkeeper bowed upstairs and served the beaten wine.

"Your wine, but now that I drink it, it's much lighter."

Ke Mengfan took the wine and took a sip, shaking his head involuntarily.

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

But since his friend returned from Fengzhou and brought him a bottle of Yangxiaotang's high-aromatic spirits, he drank other drinks, and there was no taste.

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

The shopkeeper smiled bitterly.

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

And this Ke Ye is too picky, so he left a few drinks or two.

Even if heaven and man descend to earth, I'm afraid it's impossible to do it.

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

A delicate-looking, gentle woman softly relieved the shopkeeper, and then looked at Ke Mengfan gently:

"Brother, you have drunk a lot, you have to control it after all, the wine is too strong, you will get drunk when you smell it, and it's a good thing that you can't find it."

"Wine, in fact, there is nothing to drink, it's just a person, you still can't be too sober, sober, it will be very painful......."

Ke Mengfan drank the wine in the cup and sighed softly.

"Brother, you're drunk."

The delicate woman reached out to snatch his flask.

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

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

"There are so many people in this city, some people sell wine and meat, some people sell charcoal, some people work hard all day long, and some people sell their children and daughters, as if the only meaning of being born is to serve those few people........

"You're really drunk."

Xiu'er also sighed, similar words, since the person in front of her rescued her until now.

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 delicate woman, her eyes were misty.

"I don't know."

Xiu'er's face flushed slightly, looking at this not handsome face, the deer in her heart bumped into each other.

Ke Mengfan let out a long sigh and asked:

"Your family, you are rich and noble, your father is a master of the true qi realm, dominating one side, your mother is a young lady of the martial arts family, you have been clothed and fed since you were a child, yes or no?"

Xiu'er didn't know what she thought, and the flush on her face dissipated, 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's body trembled, tears flowed down, and her voice was sad like an abandoned little beast:

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

Ke Mengfan's face was expressionless.

Watch the woman go from grief-stricken, to hysteria, and finally to run out full of hatred.

Only then did he sigh softly.

"Good arrangement, but unfortunately pointless."

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

In the tide of people, Feng Qingxuan, who was dressed in gilt brocade clothes with a black background and a handsome face that did not look like a human being, raised his eyes slightly, and commented lightly in an indifferent tone:

"Haoran Long Sword, Ke Mengfan? It turned out that he was just an ordinary, somewhat ugly drunkard. ”

Emperor 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:

"Hell Infernal Step, you are ....... The Holy Son of the Six Prisons, Feng Qingxuan? ”