Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor

"Please ask the five sons to write the answer on the paper." The maid gave orders to the five people present, one for each person.

After several people looked at each other, they began to write.

But just ready to move, the son of Beiyuan Jianzun's eyes sneered: "Whoever enters the third stage with me, die!"

All the people who were writing were shaking their palms, and one of them was shaking with a brush.

As soon as the son of Beiyuan Jianzun came, they were determined to retreat.

This person's arrogance and arrogance, everyone knows, and fight for a woman with her, will there be a good end?

After the three of them looked at each other, they put down their pens and papers in a tacit understanding and left the villa without a word.

When they left, they accelerated their pace one after another, lest the last one stay and become the target of revenge for the son of Beiyuan Jianzun.

In this way, Xia Qingchen was left alone.

Holding a pen and paper in his hand, he owed nothing even to the writing, and only said lightly: "She is bored, I am even more bored! What other tricks to show as soon as possible!"

The maidservant looked at Xia Qingchen for a few moments, and the son of Beiyuan Jianzun remained indifferent under the clear threat.

Moreover, she observed that from beginning to end, he did not look at the son of Beiyuan Jianzun.

That is not ignorance, but disregard, disregarding the other person in the eyes.

Also noticed him, of course, the son of Beiyuan Jianzun, his hands were wrapped around his chest, Yu Guang squinted at Xia Qingchen, his eyes cold: "What's the name? Later, someone will make a monument for you!"

If Xia Qingchen was late, he was inadvertently left to the third hurdle, and he was still in a good mood.

But this man didn't even move at all, showing no respect for him!

"No one talks to you, shut up." Xia Qingchen glanced at him, and looked at his maid without expression.

The latter couldn't help but be surprised, looking carefully at the son of Beiyuan Jianzun, who had a pale face.

On Linlang Island, some people dare to speak to the son of Beiyuan Jianzun like this?

It's incredible!

"I'm too lazy to talk to the dead again." The face of Tie Qing, son of Beiyuan Jianzun, crossed a trace of cruelty.

He made up his mind to fulfill his promise.

Upon seeing this, the maid had to go through the third level as soon as possible: "Since there are only two remaining, then go directly to the third level."

She led the way and led the two to the backyard.

The backyard is full of flowers and plants. On a gazebo that rises from the ground, a young woman in a peacock skirt with a cool look and a complexion like jade is playing the piano.

In front of it was placed a pot of tea and two teacups.

Around the gazebo, there are countless beautiful flowers blooming in large numbers, which are dazzling.

"In the third hurdle, I found a black rose, and if I found it, I could hold the rose to the pavilion." After the maid finished speaking, she silently retreated.

The son of Beiyuan Jianzun stared at the daughter of Fuqin, changed the wild and overbearing, and politely said: "Girl Yun, I will get a peony fairy Hualu for you in Wangyuelou."

"Waiting for you, I hope Yunyun will like it."

It turned out that he rushed out of the Wangyue Tower, and came to see Yun Huaxin.

Yun Hua didn't lift her heart, she seemed extraordinarily arrogant, and her voice was as soft as water: "Han Gongzi has a heart."

"Haha, this is for you!" The son of Beiyuan Jianzun smiled and looked around, looking for black roses.

When he reached such a state, his eyes were far beyond ordinary people. It was no easy matter to find a black rose among the thousands of flowers.

Suddenly, the rest of the light glimpsed into a green grass, and a black shadow appeared.

"Oh, found it!" He stepped forward.

Unexpectedly, just took a step, violent wind around him, raging all over the flowers.

For a time, thousands of flowers flew into the sky, scattered like the scattered flowers of the heavenly girl, charming eyes.

The son of Beiyuan Jianzun subconsciously covered his sleeves. When the wind was quiet, he looked around. A young man in plain clothes was carrying one hand, and the other hand was holding a black rose.

Its posture is elegant and dusty, like the mortal fairy standing among the gorgeous flowers.

"You're bold! Let me put it down!" The son of Beiyuan Jianzun's eyes suddenly swept, and his mouth was low.

He strode in a stride, rushing quickly with a 1,600-foot step.

The two sides are no more than twenty feet apart. To him, it is only one step away.

puff--

His eyes flicked fiercely, striding in one step, and patted Xia Qingchen's head with his palm.

To his surprise, his palm clearly hit Xia Qingchen, but the sound of air breaking through came.

Looking at it again, where is there Xia Qingchen in front of him, the other party disappears out of thin air like ghosts, leaving only the remnant flowers that are constantly flowing.

As he searched around, Xia Qingchen's warm man's voice came from the gazebo not far away.

"It's not easy to see you." Xia Qingchen put the rose in his hand and put it gently on the table.

The son of Beiyuan Jianzun raised his eyes and couldn't help shrinking his pupils.

From here to the pavilion at least two thousand feet, how did the other party pass in a flash?

But no matter how it goes, contrary to his will of the son of Beiyuan Jianzun is to take the way of death.

"You are really looking for death!" The son of Beiyuan Jianzun's murderous sky, with a gloomy face quickly walked away.

But before taking a few steps, a nun dressed in a buddha flashed out with a rosary in hand.

She gave a gift with one hand: "Amitabha, since the donor has already seen the young lady, please ask Han Gongzi to abide by the rules and come again in another day."

The son of Beiyuan Jianzun stopped, staring at the nun in front of him, a little worried.

His eyes changed again and again, and finally he looked at Xia Qingchen on the gazebo unwillingly, and hated his sleeves: "Let me wait!"

On Linlang Island, no one dared to regard his son of Beiyuan Jianzun as air!

On the gazebo.

Yunhuaxinxianxianyu stopped, gently pressed the strings with more than aftertones, and didn't lift his head: "Please sit down, son."

She took the teapot gracefully and filled another teacup with tea.

The fragrance of tea is overflowing, with a faint floral fragrance.

"This tea is picked from spring flowers, made in a thousand-year-old kiln, blended with century-old fine spices, and brewed with rootless spring water." She said indifferently.

But in his eyes only tea, Xia Qingchen has not even seen Xia Qingchen.

Xia Qingchen never even looked at the so-called Huacha. He stood here, not tasting tea, but sending a letter: "I'm here..."

She took a sip of her own light and interrupted Xia Qingchen's words: "If there is martial confusion, I can answer it. If it is a conversation, please don't open your mouth."

She has become accustomed to everyone who is fortunate enough to drink tea with them, deliberately show themselves and win her favor.

Therefore, let Xia Qingchen wake up first, so that he should not be in vain.

When Xia Qingchen reached his mouth, he withdrew it, and without a word, took out the letter from Tian Henchen and placed it on the piano stage.

However, Yun Hua didn’t even look at it. He brushed his sleeves and swiped the letterhead to the ground. His expression was cold and unpleasant.

What is the purpose of presenting a love letter in person?

Xia Qingchen was expressionless and said indifferently: "I'm not here to talk about martial arts, let alone romance."