They had only seen in ancient books about the strong man of the Spirit King.

The difference between the Spirit King and the Spirit Master is definitely the difference between heaven and earth.

A ninth-level peak spirit master is just an ant-like existence in front of a junior spirit king.

It is simply impossible for the ten of them to win by force, and to win with more and less.

"Why don't you speak? Didn't you just want to jump up and poke a hole in the sky? ”

Under Ling Jian's taunt, the high-level members of the Yan family bowed their heads one after another, not daring to look at their edges.

Although the old master of Yan was resentful in his heart, he did not dare to lead everyone to fight with Ling Jian.

Compared with the demise of the Yan family, it is not shameful to be a turtle with a shrunken head.

"Ling Jian, don't think that you are strong and make a big deal here! No matter how strong you are? After all, this is the palace, can you defeat a hundred with one, can you still defeat ten thousand? With tens of thousands of enemies? ”

Mo Chengye, the eldest prince who had not spoken, really couldn't stand Ling Jian's arrogance and was sarcastic.

"Oh, I wonder where the lowly race born of your mere slaves came from to be able to compete with the entire dynasty?"

This time, before Ling Jian could speak, Ling Tian spoke.

Mo Chengye glared at Ling Tian, eager to cut this woman who was in the way with a thousand knives.

"Ling Tian, it's not that you are strong in force, what qualifications do you have to talk nonsense with this king here?"

"Hush." Ling Tian couldn't help but sneer, "It's as if you're strong in force. In this case, the eldest lady invites you to fight to the death, do you dare? ”

“……”

In the face of Ling Tian Chiguoguo's provocation, Mo Chengye was as uncomfortable as eating a stinky toad.

For a while, I really wanted to bite my tongue.

The people from the pro-emperor faction in the palace saw that Mo Chengye didn't even have the courage to stand up and have a fake fight with Ling Tian, and they all sneered out with disdain.

And those who are close to the eldest prince on weekdays are burying their heads low at the moment, for fear of attracting the attention of others.

After all, with the current trend, with General Ling here, the crown prince is still very promising.

Seeing that Mo Chengye didn't speak, Ling Tian sneered: "A darless rat junior, what qualifications do you have to talk to Miss Ben here?" ”

Being ridiculed by Ling Tian, Mo Chengye sneered: "It's not up to you to decide whether you are qualified or not." ”

"Oh, I don't even count what I said, is it still you, the son of a slave, the queen and other people's wild seeds? The emperor hasn't spoken yet, do you really think this is your home? ”

Ling Tian's words undoubtedly sprinkled a lot of salt on the wounds in the hearts of the eldest prince and queen again, causing the two of them to have their faces twisted and twisted in pain.

"Smack-"

A wine glass was thrown to the ground by the queen, and the glass shattered.

Just when everyone thought that the queen was just throwing wine glasses to vent their anger, more than 200 Praetorian Guards rushed into the palace with swords and blocked the way to the gate.

When everyone saw this, their faces changed.

The moment he saw the Praetorian Guard, Mo Chengye's hideous complexion instantly eased, and then the smile on the corner of his lips gradually expanded, and finally he laughed.

"Maybe it wasn't my home once, but from today on, from now on, this is my home."

Faced with Mo Chengye's mouthful of "I", Ling Tian disagreed.

"What bursts of what? The battle of the dead? ”

Ling Tian's words made Mo Chengye, whose complexion had just eased, distort again.

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