"Girl, don't be willful, father ......"

"Brother Chen, believe Yue'er" waved his hand to interrupt Ziyan Mingchen's dissuasion, Long Ziyue took a step forward and looked up at Ziyan Wenqian, the firmness in his eyes could not be refused.

The lowering eyes looked at Long Ziyue carefully, and Zi Yanwen smiled humbly, "Okay, since Yue'er said so, Dad will meet your request, but if you lose for a while, don't cry, Dad will not show mercy."

"It's still unknown who wins or loses, don't take the enemy lightly" Long Ziyue hooked her lips and smiled, and with a wipe of her hand on the storage bracelet, the phantom appeared in her hand.

Seeing the dagger in Long Ziyue's hand, Ziyan Wenqian's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he quickly reined in his emotions and came to the courtyard with Long Ziyue.

"Since Yue'er is ready, let's start over there" Ziyan Wenqian's voice fell, and an orange air flow poured out of his body, lingering around his body.

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbidity, Long Ziyue's eyes gradually became cold, and the bottom of his eyes crossed with a certain touch of sharpness, and his figure flashed, and the person had rushed towards Ziyan Mingchen.

Without the support of aura, she can only strike first.

However, in a few blinks of an eye, Long Ziyue was already close to Ziyan Wenqian, and the illusion turned into a streamer, heading straight for Ziyan Wenqian.

Feeling Long Ziyue's fierceness, Zi Yanwen Qian's heart was shocked, his steps retreated sharply, and he struck Long Ziyue waist and abdomen with one palm.

The body turned backwards, avoiding Ziyan Wenqian's move, Long Ziyue took advantage of the momentum, and the dagger was about to fall on Ziyan Mingchen's neck.

Ziyan Wenqian's face changed, and he used his aura to block Long Ziyue's attack, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a cold voice sounded in his ears.

"Dad, you lost"

Ziyan Wenqian lowered his head when he heard this, and a three-inch-long dagger was pressed against his chest, and the cold blade glowed coldly in the sun.

Looking up at Long Ziyue, who was smiling at the corner of his mouth, Zi Yanwenqian's eyes were shocked. Two moves! Tighten two moves, and the middle-level Spirit Monarch will be defeated, which is something that the Spirit Emperor can't do. Yue'er is only thirteen years old, she can't even cultivate, she has no spiritual power, what did she use to defeat herself?

Zi Yanwen Qian's heart was already turbulent.

"What, if you lose the game, your dad can't do it?" The corners of Long Ziyue's mouth curved, and her eyes were full of smiles.

Haha smiled, Zi Yanwenqian raised his hand and patted Long Ziyue's head dotingly, "Dad is the prime minister of a country, how can he not believe in his words?" Yue'er defeated her father this time, her father had nothing to say, Yue'er had this ability, and her father was very happy. Alright, go pack your things, the hour is coming."

"Okay" Long Ziyue smiled, withdrew the dagger, threw a happy look at Ziyan Mingchen in the back, and walked quickly towards the door.

After Long Ziyue left, Ziyan Wenqian turned his head and looked at Ziyan Mingchen with a smile on his face, "Chen'er, Yue'er's kung fu was taught by you?" ”

When Ziyan Mingchen heard this, his eyes were full of surprise, "Chen'er thought that it was taught by his father"

"This ......" Ziyan was humble

This daughter is really getting more and more mysterious.

"Qingbei, have you packed up your belongings?" Long Ziyue rushed back to the Mei Courtyard like a gust of wind, and before the person entered the master bedroom, the voice had already arrived.

"Well, it's already packed" Qingbei walked out of the master bedroom, holding two bags in her arms, Long Ziyue took it, glanced at it casually and threw it into the storage bracelet.

"Let's go, let's go to the Northern Regions" With a wave of his hand, Long Ziyue pulled up Qingbei quite domineeringly, turned around and rushed out.