The night was dark, and the royal manor gradually fell into silence under the cover of night.

Located in a separate courtyard on the north side of the manor, the room is still lit, and the light casts a heavy shadow on the carved wooden lattice window, which disappears from time to time like a nocturnal ghost.

In the hall, Yan Chaozong, the third prince of the Great Yan Dynasty, was lazily leaning on the soft and comfortable couch, and a beautiful concubine snuggled in his arms and handed the peeled Zhu Guo to his mouth.

Yan Chaozong's hand wandered casually over the concubine's body, while listening to the report of an old man in gray.

On either side of the hall stood four white-clothed sword cultivators, and a black-robed man sat on a large mahogany chair on the right, wiping the shiny long sword with a soft cloth, and he stared intently at the blade as if none of the others existed.

The gray-clothed old man talked about the time of half a pillar of incense back and forth, and Yan Chaozong looked a little unhappy after listening to it, and asked in a deep voice: "You mean, the Heavenly Sword Pavilion doesn't know the origin of this person either?"

"Yes, Your Highness!" The gray-clothed old man hurriedly said: "The Heavenly Sword Pavilion is responsible for receiving the disciples sent by the Sword Sect to Yanjing, as long as they hold the nameplate token of the sect, they can stay in it, regardless of the name and reason, our people only know that he came here with Fang Feicheng four days ago, and His Royal Highness the Seventh came forward to entertain him in person, it should not be an ordinary inner disciple." ”

After a pause, he continued: "The Sword Sect's special envoy is on its way and will arrive in Yanjing in the near future. ”

Yan Chaozong frowned, and kneaded a towering part of Concubine Ji's body with his hands, so painful that the latter almost shed tears, and had to forcibly squeeze out a smile to continue to maintain his original posture.

He didn't realize it at all, and said angrily: "Waste, it's all fucking waste, I can't find out any news, why am I spending so much money to support your group of people!"

The gray-clothed old man immediately lowered his head in horror and said: "Please also ask Your Highness for forgiveness, there are thousands of disciples in the inner sect of the Sword Sect, plus thousands of miles away, we have very few people in the Sword Sect, so"

"I don't want to hear you talk nonsense!" Yan Chaozong interrupted his defense with a resolute wave of his hand: "This time I'm going to bet on a heavy bet. There are also a few brothers who will also bet if they lose."

"I'm not going to lose!"

His words were also interrupted, and it was the black-robed man who was wiping his sword.

Yan Chaozong, who had always been arrogant, was not angry, and turned his head to look at the other party: "Mr. Iga, knowing yourself and knowing that the other side can survive a hundred battles." I believe in your strength. But it's always a good idea to be more prepared. ”

The black-robed swordsman looked to be about twenty-five or sixteen years old, with short black hair standing up like a steel needle, a well-defined face as straight as a sword, dark eyes, a firm nose, and thin lips. Definitely a first-class beautiful man.

He put the long sword horizontally in front of his knee, looked up at Yan Chaozong and said, "I have already sent someone to try the other party today, I will win this battle, no matter who he is or what kind of origin he has."

"All will bow down under my sword!"

An invisible momentum suddenly emerged from him. Sharp and powerful like a sword out of the sheath, the temperature of the entire hall dropped a lot in an instant, making everyone feel a chill.

Yan Chaozong's breathing suddenly stagnated, and the four sword cultivation guards next to him changed even more!

But as soon as the black-robed swordsman's momentum was released, he lowered his head again and continued to wipe the long sword.

Yan Chaozong took a deep breath, and after his face changed a few times, he reluctantly squeezed out a smile and said, "Since this is the case, I absolutely believe in Mr. Iga's strength, so let's wait for the duel in two days!"

Yan Chaozong is also an arrogant figure, and ordinary people dare to talk to him with such an attitude. It is considered light to be dragged out and beaten violently, and there is absolutely no possibility of reining in temper and good words.

But this black-robed swordsman is not an ordinary person, his strength and the forces behind him are what Yan Chaozong has to rely on, so even if the other party is nominally a disciple he recruits, in fact, his status is transcendent. It will never be arbitrarily dispatched or reprimanded.

The black-robed swordsman ignored Yan Chaozong, he carefully inserted the long sword that was polished with cold light into the scabbard, and then slowly stood up and walked towards the door of the hall.

As he reached the door, he stopped. said: "Your Highness, go and prepare the chips!"

For his arrogance. Not only did Yan Chaozong not feel the slightest anger, but a trace of irrepressible excitement surged in his heart, and he clenched his fists hard, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable light.

"Two days, two more days, and I can trample you under my feet forever!"

In the hall, the almost beastly roar of His Royal Highness the Third Prince of Great Yan echoed!

.........

In the last two days, the royal estate has welcomed waves of guests.

The Great Yan Dynasty has been inherited for hundreds of years, and the Yan royal family has always been standing, and it is definitely the first family in Yanyun, with countless collateral branch coefficients, many of which control the rich county governments and many industries in the north and east of Great Yan.

Every year when it's time for the Spring Festival,

Important people from the Yan family will gather in Yanjing, which is the rule and requirement of the imperial family, and also shows the supreme authority and control of the imperial family.

No one dares to openly disobey, and it has been a practice for hundreds of years.

Among them, there are many elders and elders of side families, who will choose the royal manor as a foothold, for them, this is also a rare opportunity to expand their contacts, you must know that if you don't have enough strength, even if you have the blood of the royal family, you may not even be able to enter the gate of the manor.

And just when people from various families and clans came to enter the manor, the matter of the Third Prince Yan Dynasty Sect sending Yi He Feng, a master of the Hakka Dynasty, to challenge the Seventh Prince Yan Lingyun's fellow disciples, attracted everyone's attention.

As important figures in the Yan royal family, the elders and elders of each family are most concerned about the situation in Yanjing, and they are even more concerned about who will be the future prince, and many people will even bet in advance to win wealth.

Yan Chaozong and Yan Lingyun are the favorites to compete for the storage position, and with the extremely high stakes in this showdown, it is not surprising that they are eye-catching.

Not only are there hundreds of tents in the royal estate, but there is also a dark tide underneath the seemingly calm surface.

At this time, the hunting competition of the Great Yan Royal Shanglin Yuan ended, and in the end, it was the Twelfth Princess Yan Feifei who won the championship with the brilliant record of two middle-level demon beasts and dozens of low-level demon beasts, and won the best spirit sword given by Emperor Longwu.

Yan Lingyun's team was not very lucky after losing Qin Yun, and in the end it only ranked eighth.

It's just that not many people care about the outcome of the Shanglin hunt, for most people it is just a more exciting and intense entertainment, and it doesn't matter who wins or loses.

However, for Qin Yun, his challenge has just come.

"Senior brother, this is a battle letter sent by the Yan Dynasty Sect, and Iga Feng has officially challenged you!"

Yan Lingyun handed a letter to Qin Yun, his eyes flashing with irrepressible anger: "Bold thief!"

Qin Yun took the battle book and read it again, and he was also angry.

The challenge book is written by Iga Kaede himself.,The other party's calligraphy is very good.,The handwriting is elegant and vigorous.,The pen is like a sword.,It's definitely impossible to write without more than ten years of training.。

However, the arrogance and contempt revealed between the lines of the battle book, as well as the disrespect for the Heavenly City Sword Sect, were intolerable to Qin Yun.

Yan Lingyun calmed down and said, "He wants to provoke you and make you have to fight!"

The flame in Qin Yun's eyes suddenly annihilated, nodded and said, "I took this battle book!"

Yan Lingyun said: "This matter has become more and more troublesome, even His Majesty the Father and Emperor knows, the ninth sister came forward to sit in the gambling house, and it is a bet of one to one to buy you and Iga Feng to win, and I have already suppressed 20,000 spirit jade and the shops in the city." ”

Fang Feicheng next to him interjected: "Yan Chaozong pressed 50,000 spirit jade to bet with His Highness, the Twelfth Princess placed 20,000 spirit jade bet on Iga Fengsheng, and many people called, the bet is getting bigger and bigger, and His Royal Highness the Ninth is under pressure here." ”

Whether it is 50,000 spirit jade or 20,000 spirit jade, it is a huge wealth that ordinary people can't earn in ten lifetimes, even if it is a wealthy businessman, they may not be able to take it, and a family may not be so rich!

Qin Yun asked, "I don't know how many people will win against me, and how many will be on Yihe Feng?"

"The ninth sister has almost accepted a bet worth 270,000 spirit jade, and you have won less than 90,000, if you lose, the ninth sister will lose at least twice the money, so the bet has been stopped at present. Yan Lingyun smiled bitterly: "There are still many people who want to bet on it, so they can only bet on themselves in private, this time it is really lively!"

"Then doesn't she want to make more money?" Qin Yun smiled faintly and said, "The spirit is still a little smaller!"

"Do you know what 180,000 spirit jade represents?"

As soon as his words fell, a rather angry voice immediately came from outside the door: "If you are defeated, it is not enough for me to take all my savings, and I have to pay for the old capital of running a business!"

I saw the Ninth Princess Yan Fangfei walking in angrily with two entourage guards.

She glared at Qin Yun and said, "If it weren't for alarming my father, I wouldn't have needed to sit in the gambling house by myself, but now it's okay, if you don't stop riding a tiger, you might go bankrupt!"

Qin Yun smiled and said: "If you want to win, you can win big, your capital is not enough, I'll add it!"

He picked up a long wooden box that he had prepared and placed it on the table.

"What else do you have?" Yan Fangfei said disdainfully: "Can it be worth more than 100,000 spirit jade?"

Qin Yun said lightly: "In my wooden box, there are three Ice Worm Beads, a divine weapon, and one."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Fangfei suddenly rushed to the table with an arrow step, stretched out her hand and opened the lid of the box.

This widow princess's skills are actually quite good.

What's stored inside is immediately visible to everyone!