Fantasy controls your cultivation

The five sub-cities attached to Anyang City are Anle City, Anmin City, Yangluo City, Mingguang City, and Fallen Leaf City.

At this moment, in the city lord's mansion of Mingguang City, the five figures sat together, frowning at each other, and the tea next to them was also bottomed out.

Even so, they didn't ask the maids to fill it, which shows how important the things they are discussing!

"Guys, what should we do about the main city, we have to have an idea. "

A middle-aged fat man with a big belly sitting at the bottom right suddenly sighed and said to a few people around him.

"In my opinion, if you don't report it directly to the king, the king will decide!"

A majestic man who was not tall and had a somewhat dark complexion spoke up.

"City Lord Feng, no. His Royal Highness the Seventh is now in Anyang City, his strength is unfathomable, and he already has the heart of the Xiongtu Dynasty. If we give the king a tribute in our name at this time, we will bear the brunt of it!"

An old man with a goatee and dressed as a scribe immediately interrupted the proposal.

The words are also very analyzed, which shows that he is good at planning and then acting.

"What is the high opinion of the city lord of Gongsun, but say it!"

The big man who was called City Lord Feng just now immediately patted the table next to him and stood up impatiently.

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient......

".

A middle-aged man dressed in a white dress and holding a roll of bamboo slips raised his hands slightly to soothe the emotions of the big man.

Dahan didn't have an opinion on the old man with the goatee, but there was a bit of a dilemma in his current choice, which was too much for people like him who didn't like to twist and turn.

At this moment, a young man sitting on the Lord's seat, who had not spoken, spoke

"I'd love to meet this Seventh Highness. "

As soon as his words came out, everyone fell silent, even the impatient Feng City Lord, who was quiet.

Such a scene is a bit funny, and the crowd seems to be faintly led by this youngest young man.

But the young man's bearing seemed to be taken for granted.

......

The inner courtyard of Changming Academy in Anyang City.

The two figures sat opposite each other, their brows were furrowed, their faces were still a little gray, and what was even more terrifying was that the left sleeve of the two was empty.

It was Yao Chonghuan and Xiang Sechou.

"What to do?".

After a day of pranayama, the two of them had just regained some strength, and although the broken arm of the sleeve had been smeared with blood coagulation, there was still a trace of pain touching the nerves.

Xiang Se thought about it for a long time, and finally sighed.

"Report directly to the President and let the President decide ......

."

Yao Chonghuan was also helpless after hearing this.

"That's all there is to it. "

In their hearts, there was an intuition that even their chief dean might not necessarily be stronger than Chu Qianqiu'......

That blood-yellow power is terrifying! I can't resist it at all!

And after such a long distance, it is possible to control the power to such an extent!

They felt that they didn't want to meet Chu Qianqiu again in their lives, and this Seventh Prince seemed to have become a nightmare for the two of them!

Although they didn't know why Chu Qianqiu let the two of them go, the two didn't think that their Changming Academy could make each other afraid.

After all, judging from what the other party has done recently, the Great Chu Dynasty and Changming Academy may not be taken seriously by the other party!

......

In the middle of an unknown mountain, under a cave.

A figure masked and wearing a black black robe came to a bronze gate along the fork in the road.

After standing left and right to observe that the surrounding situation was normal, he stretched out his hand and knocked on the copper ring seven times in a row, and the sound was different in terms of severity and length.

Then, after waiting for a few seconds, the bronze door "clicked" a crack.

After the man in black entered, the bronze door closed with a "click".

Inside the bronze gate, dozens of figures dressed in black and wearing black scarves were walking around.

Some are busy taking on tasks, and some are busy handing in tasks.

And in an inner room, a young man in a golden dragon robe was sitting in the center, with a pair of dark yellow eyes that were not angry and arrogant.

"Dark Friday hasn't heard from anyone for a few days?".

The slightly dissatisfied voice reverberated throughout the inner room, and a momentum was brewing in the body.

An old man with gray hair but no tattoos on his face replied respectfully in the direction of the young man

"Chief, it's been almost two days. "

The young man's eyebrows suddenly pulled together. There was no return for two days, and there was no news at all, which means that in the dark night, there is more luck and less luck!

"The Anyang City where Dark Five went is the place where the waste Xiao Qi stayed!" the young man seemed to remember something.

"Looking back, it is exactly, the Yunqu Villa of the Seven Princes is in Anyang City. "

"Huh...... The Seven Princes...... Can a waste be a prince?

"If not...... Hmph, how can I let him live!".

Xu is remembered some bad memories, so he had to suppress the hatred of Chu Qianqiu in his heart, and the murderous intentions that appeared from time to time!

"If there is a situation, report it to me immediately!".

"Yes!".

In the respectful voices of everyone, the young man put on a black robe and a hat cloak and left.

This person is none other than Chu Qian, the eldest prince of the Great Chu Dynasty! And this place is the headquarters of the dark night!

......

In the capital of the Great Chu Dynasty.

A middle-aged man in a five-clawed golden dragon robe was receiving intelligence news from the dark guard.

It opened gently as usual, but this time, it was just a glance.

The eyes of the middle-aged can't be taken away, and the more you look at the body, the more the curvature of the slight tremor increases. In just a moment, the high-value Jade Dragon Cup in his hand was directly shaken out by the momentum it leaked out.

"Son!".

With an angry shout, the desk that usually reviews the recitals directly cracked, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were sprinkled all over the ground ......