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Fang Yun's wings shook, and the violent space storm immediately swept out, pumping out the underground gold veins. At the same time, the pen and the fun and the pavilion www.biquge.info a strong space storm, polishing out the impurities in it. The rest of the gold turned into a giant dragon composed of gold, which was included in Fang Yun's space bag.

This piece seemed to be extremely rich in gold, Fang Yun glanced at the sky, and then extracted a few golden dragons from the ground and put them into the space bag.

"You can go. ”

Fang Yun's wings fluttered, and he was about to leave Daying Continent and return to Middle-earth.

"Little Marquis, please stay. ”

At this moment, in front of Fang Yun, the void twisted. A man in a white Confucian robe appeared in front of Fang Yun out of thin air. The man was fair-skinned, with two mustaches on his lips, and the temperament of a Confucian scribe.

"Huh?" Fang Yun stopped, his eyes flickered, and he said coldly, "What's the matter?"

The middle-aged scribe had a look of jealousy in his eyes, and said cautiously:

"This is the son of the Marquis of the Quartet, the little Marquis of Fang Yun. My crown prince is invited. I hope that the little marquis can get together in the East Palace. ”

"Crown Prince?" Fang Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes: "The crown prince of Daying Continent?"

"It is my master who also invited the little marquis to move to get together. ”

The middle-aged scribe said cautiously.

The ancient Kunpeng fed on dragons, and in addition to being powerful, it was not a master to mess with. Although the person in front of him hadn't made a move yet, it was hard to guarantee that he was not happy, so he immediately shot and killed.

"Not interested!"

Fang Yun sneered, and didn't bother to pay attention to him. With a flap of his wings, he immediately disappeared into the sky with infinite clouds.

"Can't even be invited by the peacock?"

The middle-aged scribe suddenly shouted in the direction where Fang Yun had disappeared.

"What did you say?"

A rumbling voice sounded beside the middle-aged scribe. In the blink of an eye, a billowing dark cloud appeared in the sky. But the next moment, this rolling cloud came out in front of the middle-aged scribe.

Fang Yun went and returned, a pair of cold eyes staring at the middle-aged scribe, extremely sharp. It seems that as soon as he says a word wrong, he will be torn to shreds immediately.

When he was still a warrior in the fetal realm, his father Sifang Hou sent a peacock to protect him. Few people know about this. Even if someone knew that they had such a guard by their side, they generally didn't know what her name was.

The other party called out the name "Peacock", obviously knowing what this name meant to him.

Facing Fang Yun's murderous eyes, the middle-aged scribe was not only not shocked, but was extremely happy and relieved, brushed his beard, and the middle-aged scribe took out a golden short sword from his sleeve and said with a smile:

"Little Hou Ye, you should have an impression of this short sword!"

Seeing this short sword, Fang Yun's expression sank, this was clearly a golden short sword that the peacock never left his body, and somehow it actually appeared in the hands of this middle-aged scribe.

Fang Yun's heart sank, and there was a murderous intent in his eyes. But he didn't act rashly. The peacock is a guard sent by his father to himself, and with his father's ability, there is no reason why someone can take people away from him. In particular, being abducted by Yingren is even more problematic.

"Where did you get this dagger from?"

Fang Yun said coldly.

"Don't worry, little marquis. We are friends and not enemies!—If you want to know the origin of this sword, please come with me. ”

The middle-aged scribe said with a smile, and with that, his sleeve robe flicked, and he stepped into the void and quickly disappeared.

"Hmph! I'd like to see what you do!"

Fang Yun flapped his wings and immediately followed the middle-aged scribe and left towards the southern part of Daying Continent. Kunpeng's perception of space is very keen, although this middle-aged scribe is hidden in space and space, and cannot be seen by the naked eye, but he can't hide Kunpeng's perception. Even if he wanted to, he could set off a storm around him in an instant and swallow him into it.

There are many powerhouses in Daying Continent, but Fang Yun has Kunpeng essence blood and heaven and earth Wanhua Bell. He is confident that even if he can't beat him, there is no problem in escaping when he sees that the situation is wrong. I'm not afraid of them making trouble. What's more, Fang Yun really wanted to know why the peacock's golden short sword appeared in the hands of these people.

In the southern part of Daying Chau, three thousand miles from the coast, stands a valley. On the outskirts of the valley, cherry blossoms are planted and fragrant. A large number of well-dressed and well-dressed warriors of the Great Yingzhou with a tidal breath pressed their scabbards and hid under the cherry blossom trees. Vigilantly swept around.

The martial artists outside these valleys are at the worst celestial level. And in the part of the valley, an antique Ying-style building stands on it. A monk wearing a black monk's robe with a solemn expression sat cross-legged on it, chanting sutras in his mouth, motionless.

These Yingren, a few of them are the pinnacle of celestial phenomena, and most of them are strong people from the first to second grades of Tianchong, and a small number of strong people from the third grade of Tianchong.

This is where the East Palace of the Crown Prince of Dayingzhou is located! Without the permission of the Crown Prince, no one can approach here.

"What people!"

A monk with a solemn expression who was reciting Buddhist scriptures in Ying suddenly raised his head and shouted violently. In the originally peaceful eyes, a sharp glint flashed away.

"It's me! This is the person the crown prince wants to see. Let's just keep our places!"

A clear voice floated overhead. An afterimage streaked across the top of the valley and sank into the valley. Immediately after, with a "whew", the sky and the earth suddenly darkened, but in the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal.

Inside the valley, it's completely different from outside the valley.

Outside the valley are planted the cherry blossoms that are the favorite of the Ying people, but in the valley, they are planted with plum blossoms that are most appreciated by Confucianism. I don't know what kind of spell was used, these plum blossoms that should not have opened at this time of year, blooming piece by piece, pink or white, standing on the branches.

Right in the middle of the plum blossom grove stands a row of buildings in the Confucian style of Middle-earth.

A small clear lake, plum blossoms blooming all over the trees, pretty women shuttling under the trees, and a row of solemn and generous Middle-earth buildings...... In this far-flung Great Ying Chau, a harmonious, very Middle-earth style picture has been created.

Da!

With a soft sound, the middle-aged scribe gently landed in front of the steps of a building, his body half kneeling, and his expression was respectful:

"Your Highness, the guests have been brought!"

"Whew!"

The wind was howling, the sky suddenly darkened, and then Fang Yun stood proudly in a gorgeous costume and appeared in the valley. A cool sensation came from under his feet. Fang Yun glanced at it casually and found that the ground in the valley was made of white marble and pasted with a layer of stone slabs. Looks very clean.

"Wow!"

The wooden door was pushed open, and a young man in a gorgeous costume, with a noble temperament and a handsome appearance, stood at the door with his hands in his hands, smiling:

"I've been waiting for Hou in this palace for a long time, little Hou Ye, please come in!"

Fang Yun glanced at this desolate crown prince. The man was about twenty-five or six years younger. The skin is hydrated and extremely well maintained.

At first sight, Fang Yun's impression was that he was handsome. This Yinghuang crown prince has a face that naturally attracts women and makes many women feel ashamed of themselves. In a way, this handsomeness is too much, which exudes a little feminine.

The second impression is one of nobility, dignity and elegance. This crown prince exudes a mellow royal temperament from his bones. Fang Yun could feel that he seemed to be extremely proud of his own bloodline, exuding a sense of superiority from his bones.

He was dressed very simply, and did not wear the usual royal clothes, often wearing a gown. Just the kind of noble temperament that exuded without opinion completely suppressed the crown prince Liu Xiu that Fang Yun had seen.

The only one who can compete with him is the Thirteenth Prince Liu Che. However, Liu Che is not as handsome as this crown prince in terms of appearance!

Fang Yun didn't speak, his sleeves flicked, and he stepped on the steps and walked in with a flat expression.

The strength of this crown prince is not very high, about the second grade of Tianchong. Even if Fang Yun recovered his human body, with the power of thirty-four Heavenly Dragons and the Heaven and Earth Wanhua Bell, he would be able to resist him for a while. If you change Kunpeng, you can directly kill him.

"Let's go in and talk about it. ”

When Fang Yun walked to Crown Prince Ying's side, he stopped, said a word, and then stepped into the room.

"Hehe, please!"

Crown Prince Ying smiled slightly, then returned to the main seat and sat down on the futon.

At the banquet, wine and dishes have been prepared. The cup that holds the wine is not a small white porcelain cup commonly used by Yingren, but a bronze wine bottle often seen in the imperial banquet of the Middle Earth Palace. The cuisine is also in the style of Middle-earth.

Fang Yun casually glanced at the room and immediately noticed a book not far from the Crown Prince of the Wild Wilderness. On the cover of the book is written two words, "Policy Theory".

Fang Yun was slightly surprised in his heart, "Strategy" was a book written by the great Confucian of the previous dynasty. The content is extremely profound, and ordinary Confucian scholars can't understand it. Legend has it that with the fall of the previous dynasty, this book was lost in the war a long time ago, but I didn't expect this Yinghuang crown prince to get it.

Fang Yun was thinking about his thoughts here, and he heard this Yinghuang Crown Prince laugh and groan:

"The name of the little marquis is like thunder, like a palace and a curtain for a long time. This time, I heard that the little marquis came to Dayingzhou, and I already had a heart. Today, it is a great joy to finally get my wish. - By the way, the little marquis may not know my name yet, in Xia Zicen. ”

Fang Yun is now a sensitive identity, and he is still a general registered in the Ministry of War. He didn't want to have too much communication with this desolate prince, so he waved his hand and said coldly:

"The prince doesn't need to say more. You and I don't have anything to do with each other. I have no intention of climbing high, but the prince still tells me the origin of that golden short sword!"

The crown prince "Zi Cen" was stunned, and then smiled:

"Hahaha, little marquis. I think the left servant should have told you before you came. We are friends and foes. But you're in such a hurry. Then I'll call my sister out. ”

"Smack!"

The crown prince stroked the palm of his hand lightly, and made a crisp sound: "Sister, come out...... Come and meet you, your former master!"