Xiangwei Gongzu followed Taizu to the east and west, made great achievements, was named a third-class duke, and the fief was far away from Yanjing, this time before the Spring Festival Ceremony, he also came in a hurry, and he was not in Yanjing for a long time, so he didn't know about these things that happened in Yanjing for half a year, and even if he knew, with the identity of Xiangwei Gong, it would probably be regarded as a matter between some juniors, and he wouldn't take it to heart at all.

It is precisely because of this that the Xiangwei Guild signaled to follow him to the ninth son to come to power at the first time, wanting to use this person to establish authority, but he never expected that this Nanqiang villain, who was already famous among the young generation in Yanjing, was so strong that he actually strangled Wang Haisheng, whose strength had reached the level of a martial artist, to death in a few breaths!

Xiang Weigong, who originally hoped for his son to become famous in one fell swoop, did not succeed in this way, but his favorite son died here, so he opened a Xuan-level exercise as a reward in grief and anger.

But this time, he was disappointed again, after he shouted out a Xuan-level exercise, not only did not a single teenager in the field come out, but those teenagers who came to participate in the ceremony who were swept by Xiang Weigong's gaze either lowered their heads and pretended not to see, or raised their heads to pretend to look at the stars, even if they were unlucky and looked at him, they all smiled "hehe", and then turned their heads and ignored them.

'What's going on, don't these people even care about the Xuan-level exercises?' Or are the Xuan-level exercises now worthless and not looked down upon by them at all?'

Xiang Weigong was stunned, raised his eyes and looked at the corpse of his son who was thrown on the stage like garbage, his eyes were red, and a terrifying aura suddenly erupted, and he was about to go to the stage and personally kill the fierce beast that strangled his son.

"Grandpa Wang, this is a contest between the younger generation promised by His Majesty the Emperor of Great Xia, our older generation can't meddle in it, if you feel sorry for your son, it's better to strangle the villain, and it can be regarded as revenge for your son." ”

Just when Xiang Weigong was red-eyed and wanted to kill the damn Nanqiang barbarian to avenge his son, Kerim's nasty black charcoal head appeared again, with a disgusting smile on his face that made people want to kick a few times, and grinned at Xiang Weigong's army.

"You ......"

Although his heart hurt his son, but when he thought that the previous competition was agreed by the supreme on the high platform, the originally menacing Xiang Weigong suddenly withered again, and a touch of grief and anger flashed in his eyes, but he did not take a step forward.

It's just that in an instant, the originally terrifying figure seems to have aged more than ten years all of a sudden, and at first glance it looks more like a lonely and helpless old man.

"Which other young hero of Great Xia can come to the stage to guide our Sribat of Nanqiang?" Seeing that Xiang Weigong retreated, the disgusting smile on Kerim's face became even brighter, and he looked around defiantly, those young people who knew that Sribat was powerful avoided their eyes one after another, and some teenagers even turned their eyes to a handsome and graceful young man who followed behind King Qi.

Qin Luohe, the concubine of the King of Qi, like Qin Yin, was also unknown before, until Qin Yin retreated to study the creation of the exercises, he rose like a comet, and as soon as he appeared, his strength reached the level of the median martial sect, which was more eye-catching than Qin Yin.

After half a year of fame, as a representative of "no hit, no hit", Qin Luohe has enjoyed too much appreciation and honor in the past six months, as the only remaining existence in Yanjing that can compete with the four major foreign young masters, Qin Luohe is faintly relied on as the leader by the current young generation when the top masters of the young generation in Yanjing are all out.

Therefore, after receiving the hopeful eyes of too many peers and even the older generation, Qin Luohe took a deep breath and was about to prepare to play.

For Sribart, although there is no direct confrontation head-on, but Qin Luohe, who has killed several young generation of Daxia players in the opponent's swing, has carefully observed, and asked himself that compared with the other party with his own skills, the victory and defeat are between five and five, and if you want to win the other party, it is impossible not to get injured, but once you are injured, then there will be three fierce battles next, and it is impossible for you to survive under the other three strong hands who are not weaker than yourself when you are injured!

For a while, Qin Luohe was quite hesitant, opened his eyes and looked at Sribat who was showing off his might on the high platform, just in time to meet his gaze, the young chief of the Nanqiang clan was full of provocation in his eyes at this time, especially the deliberate mouth shape was mocking Qin Luohe loudly.

"Hmph, it's just a Nanqiang barbarian, and he dares to dominate here?" Qin Luohe hated it, and was about to go out to the stage, but a wide back in front of him blocked the way, and when he looked up, it was Qin Yuyun, the king of Qi, who was silent before, who blocked his way.

'He'er, don't be impatient, watch with peace of mind. ’

Just when Qin Luohe hesitated, a small voice like a mosquito came from his ears, and when he listened carefully, it was Qin Yuyun, the king of Qi, who was standing in front of him at this time.

Qin Luohe stopped his steps and looked at the ring suspiciously, and saw that Sribat in the ring was desperately swinging his fist downward to provoke, and in the direction of Sribart's provocation, a plain white figure was walking in the direction of the ring in an orderly manner.

"That's ......"

Qin Luohe frowned, a touch of regret swelled up on his face, his brows furrowed, and he felt unhappy for no reason: at this time, he still wanted to be in the limelight, and he didn't weigh his strength at all, he was simply looking for death!

"He'er, pay attention, he is the peerless Marquis Qin Yin of this generation!"

As if sensing Qin Luohe's thoughts, King Qi's face showed a slight hint of displeasure, and his voice unconsciously increased a little, making Qin Luohe's heart froze, and the impatience on his face disappeared suddenly.

For this almost mythologized figure in the royal family, Qin Luohe always has some regrets about the fate of the side, for this young man who became famous before him, and even became a topic that the Yanjing nobles must talk about every time for a certain period of time, Qin Luohe was a little jealous in his heart, especially in the early days of his fame, he was always compared with Qin Yin, and he was often a negative example in the early stage, used to support how powerful the other party was, how talented, how forbearing, until he held his breath and constantly used victory to impact his depressed mind, so that he finally broke away from the three words Qin LuoheThe shadow of "Qin Yin" was finally relied on as the best among the young generation in Yanjing today, but in Qin Luohe's heart, there was always an obsession, that is, to defeat that person in front of everyone, only in this way can he get rid of this almost demonic obsession in his heart, and only in this way can he be completely freed from the shadow of that person.