"This group of damn alchemy bastards, no one is in sight...... It's amazing to be able to make alchemy! ”

The arrogant posture shown by Mu Fan and He Taiyue made Jiang Yijun scold in his heart, but he couldn't do anything about the two of them.

Although he is the prince canonized by the royal family, under one person and above ten thousand, the prince can't let the warrior break through the shackles of martial arts.

Alchemists are different.

The elixir they refined could not only increase the cultivation speed of the martial artist, but also break the bottleneck of the realm, allowing the martial artist's strength to reach a higher level.

The martial artists of the entire Tianyue Kingdom were all looking forward to the Alchemist Guild coming up with high-quality and inexpensive pills, and even some old antiques from the Xuanwu Realm and the Tianwu Realm did not hesitate to pull down their subordinates to tie up the alchemists.

He is only a prince, his realm is only in the Lingwu realm, and his masters are only one in the Xuanwu realm, and he has only three or five thousand soldiers and horses.

How can you compete with the black-robed alchemist?

As soon as the black-robed alchemist spoke, he called thirty or fifty Xuanwu realm powerhouses to level the entire Zhennan Palace.

He may still have the hole card of the Tianyue Kingdom Imperial Family behind him, but is there no Tianwu Realm powerhouse behind the black-robed alchemist?

The strength has reached the Heavenly Martial Realm, which is simply the realm of land immortals, moving mountains and seas in a snap of a finger, and thousands of living beings can be destroyed with one move!

That kind of strong person would not dare to provoke easily, even if it was a royal family, and He Taiyue in front of him was a terrifying existence that had the ability to move the Tianwu Realm to come forward.

Although Mu Fan's words made Jiang Yijun angry, he didn't dare to do anything to him if he had Taiyue's support.

Trying to calm down, Jiang Yijun pretended to be polite, and arched his hand: "Dare to ask this little brother, who is your sister?" What does it have to do with this king? We don't think we've seen each other, have we? ”

Mu Fan clasped his hands on his chest, still looking too lazy to take care of it, silently closing his eyes to recuperate.

Jiang Yijun has never seen such an arrogant person, damn, he called the door to ask for someone but didn't say any information, and that faction seemed to have eaten their Zhennan Palace.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and although Jiang Yijun was annoyed, he didn't dare to bet on the survival of the palace.

After a turn of thought, he quickly thought of a possibility, and hurriedly turned back to the servants beside him and said, "Where is His Royal Highness?" What he's done lately, go find out! No, let him come back right away and make it clear to me in person! Just go! ”

The servants of the palace also knew that Mu Fan only gave a stick of incense time, so they didn't dare to stay for a long time, and hurriedly ran to find the whereabouts of His Royal Highness the Prince.

In the silent atmosphere, the long incense inserted in the ground burned rapidly, like a sharp sword hanging over the head of King Zhennan, which could fall down and cut off his head at any time.

During this time, the king of Zhennan laughed again, asked for sin, served tea, and did everything he had to do.

But Mu Fan and the others still stood motionless with gloomy faces, not accepting his kindness at all, and he was so anxious that he was tormented like a cat and a dog scratching in his heart.

Seeing that only a small part was about to burn out, there was a sound of unhurried footsteps outside the hospital.

"Who is so bold as to dare to come to the palace to make trouble? What about the green robe alchemist, the world is the world of our Jiang family, and the alchemist guild must also abide by the national law of the Jiang family! ”

Jiang Wuxuan knew that the person who came was Mu Fan, so he deliberately shouted.

But as soon as he stepped into the ruined compound, his arrogant expression suddenly froze.

He looked at Mu Fan with a stunned expression, and then looked at the drunken old man beside Mu Fan: "You are He, He Senior?" ”

Jiang Wufu swallowed nervously, his arrogant and smug expression was instantly covered with a layer of frost, his legs trembled and he walked into the courtyard, lowered his head and hugged his fists and said, "Meet my father, meet Senior He." ”

Cold sweat continued to slide down his forehead, and he was extremely nervous inside.

Secretly cursed: "Damn! What the hell is going on? Didn't the intelligence say that He Taiyue was crazy and didn't care about the life or death of his apprentice at all after accepting the apprentice? His apprentice died so many times before, and he didn't see him intervene, how could he stand up for this guy? ”

That's what the intelligence said, and Wang Tianqi, the blue-robed alchemist who was killed by Mu Fan, also told him so.

Although He Taiyue is a black-robed alchemist who cannot be provoked, his apprentice does not have any gold content in the martial arts world at all, even if he is killed, he doesn't care.

Why is the current situation diametrically opposed to the intelligence?

Didn't he care if his apprentice lived or died? Who is the crazy old man standing in front of him?

"Bastard! What's wrong with you out there? ”

Jiang Yijun glared at Jiang Wuxuan angrily, and said angrily: "Do you recognize this little brother?" Did you take his sister? Or did your subordinates secretly do it without you? Hurry up and tell the truth! ”

At this time, Jiang Yijun was still exculpating his son, trying to push the charge of kidnapping Mu Xue'er to his subordinates, creating a false impression that His Royal Highness the Prince had no idea.

Jiang Wuxuan swallowed his saliva in fear, made a respectful appearance, and arched his hand: "Father Qiqi, I did have some holidays with this priest brother, but after that day, the child never went to the Alchemist Guild again, let alone knew what sister he had, so how could he 'take it away'?" ”

After that, he also pretended to be innocent and spread his hands to everyone, as if to say that this matter really had nothing to do with him.

Mu Fan's face sank like water, and he stared silently at the long incense that was about to burn out on the ground.

His intention has been made very clear, hand over his sister, and it's just that.

But after a stick of incense, his sister was not delivered to him intact, and the Zhennan Wangfu was dying.

How do the people of Zhennan Wangfu quibble and shirk, what does it have to do with him?

No matter how hard and wonderful the Jiang family's father and son performed, even if the performance was fake and real, even they believed it, so what was the use.

The incense is burned out, and before anyone arrives, let's kill!

Mu Fan's temperament is so direct, there are not so many twists and turns.

Mu Fan's resolute attitude made Jiang Wuxuan's father and son look flustered, and Jiang Wuxuan kept looking at He Taiyue nervously, hoping that this old-timer could be reasonable and say a few good words for him.

Who knew that He Taiyue was as indifferent as Mu Fan, and he didn't listen to his quibbles at all.

Jiang Wuxuan had already imagined several arguments before he came, and he was confident that he had mastered a sufficient alibi, and even the witnesses were ready, and he would definitely be able to deal with it calmly, so that people couldn't find fault with it.

As long as Mu Fan and the others answered, he would immediately be able to call the witnesses to confront him.

Who knew that Mu Fan was sure that he sent someone to arrest Mu Xue'er, and he didn't listen to any explanation at all, which made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

As the prince of the royal palace, Jiang Wuxuan asked himself if he was unreasonable enough, why were these alchemists more unreasonable than him?

With so much justified evidence in front of him, even he felt that the kidnapping of Mu Xue'er had nothing to do with him, why didn't these two damn alchemists listen?

Seeing that Changxiang only had the last bit left, the guards of the entire palace all tensed their nerves, and even the cracking sound of sweat falling on the ground could be heard clearly.

Jiang Yijun didn't dare to gamble after all, whether the two in front of him dared to kill.

No one can guess the background of the alchemist, not to mention that there are only five black-robed alchemists standing in front of him in front of Tianyue Kingdom, and no one can imagine how many people in the entire Tianyue Kingdom are willing to help him.

"Bastard! You're not telling the truth! Do you want to be angry with your father? ”

Jiang Yijun was anxious in his heart, glaring at Jiang Wuwu viciously, his eyes were full of fear in anxiety, for fear that his son would not be sensible and would really cause a catastrophe in the destruction of the palace.

"I see! I say, I say! Your sister really wasn't caught by me, it's the hundred-faced old man of the Divine Hidden Pavilion, and the person is in his hands! ”

Jiang Wuxuan couldn't withstand the oppressive force of the black-robed alchemist, and finally admitted with a bitter face that he had something to do with this matter.

He Taiyue glared angrily, grabbed Jiang Wuxuan's neck, and roared: "I knew it was you who did it!" Don't hand over the people yet! ”

"I'll pay it, I'll hand it over right away!"

The coercion of the three powerhouses of the Xuanwu Realm was too terrifying, and under He Taiyue's coercion, Jiang Wuxuan seemed to feel that he was a little ant under the elephant's hoof, and he might be trampled into mud at any time.

You must know that He Taiyue will really stand up for Mu Fan, give him a hundred guts, and he will not dare to kidnap Mu Fan's sister.

He hurriedly took out a token from his arms, and after injecting a vitality into the token, he immediately roared with a trembling voice: "Old man with a hundred faces, I have already released my suspicions with Senior Brother Mu Fan, you let his sister go, hey, old man with a hundred faces, you speak, he......y, hey, hundred-faced old man, hey, hey,

After shouting a few times, there was no response from the token's side, and just as he was roaring angrily, the aura emitted by the token was suddenly interrupted, and the communication token completely turned into a piece of scrap metal on the spot.

Jiang Wuxuan's back was cold, and his head was like a heavy hammer, buzzing and roaring.

He held the token, looked at everyone with a pale face, and said in a trembling voice: "He took the initiative to cut off the connection with the token, he—he didn't listen to my orders." ”