One thousand one hundred and forty-two: The first meeting between the prince and the protagonist
Hao Xinghe was no stranger. After being in contact with him for a while, he understood the true identity of the young man in front of him.
I never thought that the two of them would meet under such a strange combination of circumstances.
According to the prince, he has been paying attention to Hao Xinghe for a long time. It should be said that he cares about Hao Xinghe's power, Xueyang Valley.
He needs to win over Xueyang Gu, because Yuding Pavilion now has little chance of falling to him because of Yan Wan. Although he still sent people to win over him, he didn't have high hopes.
Hao Xinghe was naturally aware of this, but he did not show any trace of it.
The prince stood up from his seat and glanced at him: "After you recover from your injury, you can stay freely."
"The grace of saving my life will never be forgotten." Hao Xinghe handed over.
The subordinate came to report: "Master, we are..."
After hearing this, the prince's face instantly darkened: "Yan Wan, it's you who deserve to die again. If I don't get rid of you this time, I will feel uneasy."
Repeatedly, it ruined his plan.
This made the prince once suspect that this guy was specially sent by God to thwart him.
"I don't know if my father has..." Although his plans failed one after another, he asked himself that he didn't reveal too much.
Whether it was being kidnapped, Concubine Li giving birth to a fox, secret passages, etc., these events could at most point to the reincarnation forest, and would not pay attention to him himself.
Because on the surface, he himself is also a victim, kidnapped by the reincarnation forest, and there is no news yet.
The prince ordered: "Let's continue the summons. We'll stay put for the time being and avoid this storm."
"yes."
I don't know what the prince's expression will be like when he learns that this Yan Wang, with his years of experience watching TV dramas and writing novels, has used his unparalleled imagination to connect the plots he has painstakingly laid out and solve the mysteries one by one.
This is like working hard to design a maze, but Yan Wan didn't follow the routine and actually flew through the top of the maze.
"If you get that thing from Xueyang Valley..."
The prince clenched his fists. If he had that thing and the bloodthirsty insects he cultivated through careful experiments, it would definitely be his last trump card.
…
"This is...the so-called warrior?"
Yan Wan was eating fruit, watching the competition in the field, and asked Zhang Bo's ear.
To be honest, the wrestling between two big men in the field was similar to the philosophical wrestling at a certain station. From Yan Wang's perspective, it was very bad.
Well, that’s right, it’s a bad pen.
For example, when one person knocks another person down, he doesn't take the opportunity to hit the target, but instead waits for the other person to stand up.
It's similar to those Hollywood commercial action movies, and more similar to turn-based online games from ancient times.
You punched me and I kicked you. I didn't even try to dodge the attack. I resisted it completely. He acts like a monkey at every turn, roaring a few times.
The corner of Zhang Bai's mouth twitched and he replied in a low voice: "Sir, this is a competition and there are rules."
"There are rules, but it's nothing." Yan Wang curled his lips and dismissed it.
It's not that he looks down on these people, but he knows very well in his heart that there are two completely different things when a person comes to fight with a competition in mind and goes on stage with a death wish.
For example, the disciples of those sects in martial arts novels are very good at competing and competing. Often when they leave the house, they are tricked to death by some charlatan.
"Sir, look, how strong are our warriors?" A bearded man raised his glass to Yan Wu and shouted, with a proud smile on his face.
Yan Wangqian laughed a few times and nodded perfunctorily. "...Hehe, hehe, not bad"
In vain, the victorious strong man walked up to the boss and said a few words: "%￥...*) ()"
"! @%!..."
The man who had been toasting and laughing just now couldn't help but change his expression and scolded him coldly.
"What did they say?" Yan Wan asked Zhang Bo.
Zhang Bo hesitated for a moment and replied: "He wanted to challenge the Lord, he said. He said that you had a sneak attack that day, so he killed that man. Fighting alone..."
Yan Wan rolled his eyes, stopped his next words, and sneered: "Come on, say nothing to these idiots."
Sneak attack?
It's not Yan Chui's fault. With the way they compete, he can kill ten of them every minute.
Being tall and accustomed to wrestling, Yan Wan had countless ways to break their bones the moment he got close to them.
"So be it."
Yan Wang put down his wine glass, stood up and said, "Select four people to perform martial arts during the ceremony."
After that, without waiting for anyone else to say anything, he picked up his hem and turned around to leave.
He doesn't worry about these people saying no because they don't have a choice. And what he said was not a question.
However, there are always few smart people in the world. There are more people who think they are smart, like... now.
The big man who had not yet left the field saw Yan Wan passing by him and suddenly shouted: "! @)￥%\u0026amp;amp;" and then grabbed him by the shoulder.
"You...this is called ignorance of praise."
Yan Wan paused, then suddenly shook his shoulders, sank down, let go of the claw, and raised his hand to catch his wrist.
Then he slid forward and kicked his legs, his heels were cut out like knives, hitting the big man's calf, causing him to cry out in pain, lose his balance and throw himself forward.
Click... click...
Two consecutive crisp sounds sent chills down everyone's spine and their expressions changed drastically.
One is the arm. The arm bones are broken and the bone stubble is exposed to the air.
The second one is the leg, the leg bones are broken, the flesh and blood are mixed with bone spurs, and the pants are punctured.
boom!
Muffled sound.
Yan Wan pressed his hand on his face, pushed him back, and strode out. "Feed the dog."
The corpse was lying on its back and smashed to the ground. The throat was sunk several inches in. With his eyes that had never been closed until death, it seemed as if the depression in the throat was his mouth.
Zhang Bai looked at the ferocious appearance of the big man and couldn't help but swallowed his saliva. He inexplicably remembered the disdainful look in Yan Wan's eyes when he watched the fight just now, and his slightly mocking words - 'There are rules, but it's still a fight.'
A long time ago, kung fu was used to kill people.
Later, the legal system stipulated that killing should be punished with life.
Gradually, the kung fu used to kill people evolved into martial arts for performance. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan． com
Martial arts routines are beautiful, good-looking, chic, and elegant, but they are not practical.
Later, there were martial arts circles, sects, escort agencies and other forces in the secular world, so the gorgeous martial arts returned to its original point again and turned into a battle of favors.
As the saying goes: In times of peace and prosperity, there are many performances, but in times of trouble, there are always people killed by strife.
The cycle repeats endlessly.
…
Time passed gradually.
Yan Wang discovered that no one except a few people seemed to know about the Queen being poisoned.
You know it with your butt, the message must have been blocked.
Even because of this matter, the group of people behind Lian Jin Yiwei have also quieted down a lot. They are afraid of irritating the emperor, so they start a big purge without saying a word. Remember the website address of this website, www. Biquxu． Com for easy reading next time, or enter " " in Baidu to enter this site