As soon as the red-faced old man stepped into the martial arts arena, a young man lying on the ground suddenly had strength.

"Daddy, Daddy, I'm here, woo!"

Yan Lan looked over and saw that this young man, who was the first young man with a knife to shoot at him, was slapped twice by him and flew to the ground, and then cried and rolled and wailed for a long time.

"It turns out that this red-faced old man is the chief minister of the royal family. ”

Yan Lan whispered lightly, the young man who held the knife before claimed to be the only son of the chief minister, and the red-faced old man who was called his father was naturally the chief minister of the royal family.

The red-faced old man heard the wailing of the young man holding the knife, and immediately dodged away, staring at the young man with the knife with swollen cheeks, and hurriedly squatted down, used his spiritual power, stroked the young man's face, and said distressedly: "Ouch, my good meat, which bastard dares to beat you like this?"

The two young men behind the red-faced old man immediately pointed at Yan Lan and said proudly: "It's that bastard, he not only injured your noble son, but even the little prince of Shuangyan and the king of Shuangbai County dared to move." ”

The red-faced old man immediately turned around and looked at Yan Lan.

The young man with the knife relied on his father's support, and immediately cried: "Daddy, it's that bastard who beats me, I want to destroy his whole family, I want to rob his sister, I want him to die a good death, woo woo woo ......"

Yan Lan did not shy away from looking directly at the angry eyes of the red-faced old man, this was the first time he had seen the red-faced old man, presumably the red-faced old man did not know him.

However, the chief minister is a scheming man, and he is much more sophisticated and calm than these hairy boys.

The red-faced old man didn't immediately get angry, and then he was furious. Instead, he stared at Yan Lan with a solemn brow, constantly searching in his mind, wondering who Yan Lan was. After all, dare to be presumptuous in the palace. Far from being ordinary people. He was able to get to where he is today, and it was not possible to achieve it by being reckless.

The red-faced old man pondered for a moment, and couldn't think of who Yan Lan was, so he walked slowly towards Yan Lan and said in a low voice: "Who are you, what is the gap between the dog and you, and why did you hurt him?"

Yan Lan admired the heart of the red-faced old man. Sure enough, for the existence of the pillar of the royal family, he is not too disobedient and arrogant, and immediately arched his hand and said: "I have no grudges with your son in the past." There is no enmity today, but the road is uneven, and the lesson is learned. ”

The red-faced old man's eyes froze, and he said, "Oh, take a lesson? You're young. If you teach others at will, will you not be arrogant?"

Yan Lan said with a smile: "As an important minister of the royal family, you naturally understand the truth that martial arts can determine the country, Wen Ke Anbang, and Li Ke Na Xian, and you should also understand that governing the country is different from the cultivation realm, and you can't exhaust force." The noble prince will be the pillar of the frost country and the pillar of the royal family in the future, but he is young and has no respect for his elders. Let the teacher swallow the humiliation, and make the old man kneel. If you put the cultivation realm where strength is respected, it doesn't matter. But this place is a royal palace, as a future minister, if the young do not know the principle of obeying the rites and accepting the virtuous, in the future, the people's hearts will be weakened, and the strong will leave, will the frost country not be in danger?"

"Although he is a monk in the Frost Country, he is unknown, but he is also worried about the future of the Frost Country, so he is not used to seeing it and reprimands. However, your son is not only blind to the elderly, but also overflowing, I am too heavy today, but not so, I am afraid that one day, your son will only be afraid of arrogance and rudeness and corpse in the wilderness. ”

After Yan Lan finished speaking, he still maintained an indifferent expression, but said in his heart: "Hehe, fortunately, I have read some books on governing the country, I speak like this, see what else you old guy can say!"

When the three old men heard what Yan Lan said, they all nodded secretly and admired it. At a young age, he understands such a truth, and he is really not an ordinary person.

Sure enough, the red-faced old man pointed at Yan Lan, held back for a moment, and said one word: "You ......"

Yan Lan took advantage of the situation to take a step forward and asked with a smile, "Do you think what I said is unreasonable?"

The young man with the knife was also stunned by Yan Lan's words, until the hot pain on his face broke out again, he came back to his senses and shouted loudly: "Dad, this kid's tongue is like a sword, don't listen to his nonsense, help me beat him hard, and teach him a good lesson." Help me snatch that little girl, I have a crush on her. ”

The red-faced old man was already speechless by Yan Lan's truth, and when he heard his uncompetitive son, he was still thinking about beauty at this time, so he suddenly turned his head and scolded his son: "Shut up!"

This scolding was very loud, not only the young man with the knife could not understand why his father was scolding, but even Shuangyan Shuangbai, who was waiting to watch the show, was a little puzzled.

Shuangyan gritted her teeth and said, "Isn't that red-faced old guy domineering and hot-tempered on weekdays, why does he seem timid today?"

The red-faced old man turned his head, glared at Yan Lan and said, "Young and knowledgeable, I want to know, where are you from, and who are your disciples?"

Yan Lan arched his hand and said: "I am from a humble background, but I am just a disciple of a small sect in the Eastern Region of the Frost Country, so I am not enough to worry about." ”

The red-faced old man frowned, his mind relaxed, and he naturally didn't pay attention to the small sect.

With a light cough, the red-faced old man's attitude became arrogant, and he squinted his eyes and said: "Little guy, the old man has nothing to say about the truth you said, but you injured the old man's son, and you still acted in the inner courtyard of the palace, if you don't give an explanation for this matter, the old man may have no shame to face many colleagues." ”

"What do you want me to do?"

Yan Lan took another step forward, without fear.

The red-faced old man's expression froze, although he hated Yan Lan for beating his son, but he had to admire Yan Lan's heart and courage a little, if he was his son, or those princes and grandsons of the royal family, I am afraid that no one has such courage.

In a moment, the red-faced old man actually had the intention of wooing Yan Lan, but the field still had to be recovered, he snorted angrily and said: "Today, there must be a lot of people who come to trouble you, the old man is not an unreasonable person, and he doesn't want to take advantage of people's danger." If you can take it, the old man will no longer trouble you, and he can also protect you. Take over!"

Yan Lan's brows tightened, this red-faced old man, he said that he would fight, only to see that the spiritual power around his body was boiling, and his vigorous momentum filled the entire martial arts arena in an instant.

At this moment, the first king and the king were still in the attic.

Xianwang smiled: "The red-faced old guy makes a move, I'm afraid he won't get any benefits!"

Shuang Han nodded and said, "Yes, Yan Lan can kill the existence of the Jiuyan Yuan infant powerhouse, just a palm, but he can't help him." ”

The first king and frost cold knew how powerful Yan Lan was, but most people had never seen Yan Lan with their own eyes, so they wouldn't think so.

The princes and grandsons who were lying on the ground and couldn't get up were suddenly overjoyed, the red-faced old man had the strength of Jiuyan Yuan's infancy, and his palm was a small mountain that had to be smashed, not to mention a hairy boy with an unchanging name.

Shuangyan and Shuangbai also smiled fiercely, and their eyes wandered on Ziyi's delicate and graceful body from time to time.

The young man with the knife looked even more proud, and muttered in his mouth: "Grandma, let you be arrogant with me, my father will take action, don't beat you out of the." ”

The three old men were suddenly shocked, their cultivation in the infancy stage of the Fifth Yan Yuan, under the power exuded by this Ninth Yan Yuan Infant Stage cultivator, was powerless to resist, and their worries about Yan Lan's safety were unprecedentedly deep. (To be continued......)