The Prince of the World

"father."

Jiang Xian'er saw that his father was still unreasonable at this moment and could not help but stomped his feet.

"Okay, good girl, don't be angry. Just look at this Baitie!" Jiang Longxiang took Yanli's Baitie in front of her.

"Bai Tie from the prince!"

She took the prayer post and opened it, and was immediately attracted by the fonts containing spirituality. After reading it carefully, she found that there was nothing special about this prayer post except the handwriting.

But my father showed it to her that it must be meaningful, so after a closer look, I finally saw the clues. This worship post has only four lines. If you connect the first word of each row together, it is "Please refuse again ".

"Good girl, do you now understand why you should reject him as a father?"

Jiang Longxiang smiled, and his cognition of Yanli went to a new level.

"Father, what does it mean to be away from the prince?"

Jiang Xian'er put down the worship post, Xiumei frowned, but he was a little puzzled in his heart. Why did he do this?

"Good girl, it should not be difficult to see with your ingenuity, haha, I am happy for my father today and have a big meal!" Jiang Longxiang laughed and left the study to head to the dining room. He has a special hobby. Whenever you are happy, you like to eat a big meal.

After frowning and thinking for a while, Jiang Xian'er finally realized, "It turns out so."

Cheng Wang Mansion.

Li Chengzong listened to his report, and a ridiculous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that my nephew is a bit impatient, and all three visits to Jianglong Elephant have been refused. I am afraid that this will become a laughing stock. Come, prepare a gift for me and go to Jiangfu!"

Half an hour later, Li Chengzong returned to the palace, but he couldn't help but fell off the glass. Unexpectedly, he was also turned away by Jiang Longxiang.

In a flash, days passed.

On this day, a sneaky figure came to Yan Wang Mansion and entered the Wang Mansion through the back door.

In the partial room.

Du Tianluo bowed down to the ground in a respectful manner. "For Sirius, please see King Yan."

Li Chengxun slowly turned around, looking at Du Tianlang indifferently, but the other party felt cold all at once, and quickly said: "Yang Wang, the subordinate sins should die, and live up to your expectations!"

"If your great sin deserves death, why come to see me?"

Li Chengxun finally spoke. Although his tone was dull, anyone could hear the dissatisfaction contained in the tone. He could ignore the Sirius Gang for the Imperial City, but the Sirius Gang's extinction meant that he lost a lot of income every year. In order to fight for the throne, no matter whether it is to buy the army, the North Korea and the people in the palace and the palace, a lot of money is needed. Without this income, it will directly affect his plan.

Du Tianlang heard that his heart was cold, and at the same time, his inner hatred for Yanli greatly increased.

"However, I can give you a chance to redeem the merits!" Li Chengxun's words turned sharply, and there was a sudden chill in his mouth.

"Please express your lord!"

"Go and kill him! This king will rebuild the Sirius for you!"

"what!"

Du Tianlang's complexion suddenly turned pale. Although he felt that Yanli was half dead to hate him, he never thought of going to kill him. After all, the other party also has the strength to compete for the number one position in the world.

Just as he hesitated, a pair of cold eyes fell on him.

"It's okay! You can refuse! However, you can't stay in the imperial city, I will let you send you a safe place to nurture every day!"

"No! The subordinates are willing to redeem the merits!" Du Tianlang hurriedly said, but his heart was bitter. Li Chengxun's so-called safe place may be hell. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but have a huge sorrow in his heart. The wolf gang has collected countless wealth for him in these years, but in the end, when the wolf gang disappeared, he became an abandoned child.

"Go! Once he is dead! You will become the Sirius Gang Lord again!" Li Chengxun waved his hand and looked indifferent.

Yongwang Mansion, inside the garden.

Yan Li stood with his sword, his eyes closed, but after a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes, and two divine lights shot out from it.

"cut!"

Wu Fengjian suddenly pierced into the void, and in an instant, a dense sword gas erupted. The powerful sword momentum spread out, and within a ten-meter radius, it became a sword gas storm.

"Hey!"

After a while, the storm dissipated, all turned into a thick sigh.

"Nameless Sword" is too esoteric, even if he has three souls in one and has the supreme wisdom, it is difficult to realize the trick in a short time.

The mind enters the Hunyuan space, and the spirit fetal avatar is still in retreat. From his tight brows, it can be seen that he is not very smooth in the realization of "The Five Swords".

"The sky is seamless, the Jedi is born, and the chestnut is in the fire!"

Yan Li kept chanting the names of the three strokes of swordsmanship and secretly figured out the meaning of the swordsmanship contained in it.

"The three strokes of swordsmanship are dominated by the heart of the heaven, the earth, and the human heart. If you want to realize it, you must use the sword to walk the horizon, and appreciate the mystery of the world.

A soft voice interrupted Yan Li's thoughts, and looked up. He couldn't help but see Wu Fengjian stepped forward and bowed down and said, "The child has seen his father."

In a white robe, the dark-haired Li Wuming lifted Yan Li up and said softly: "This set of" Fateless Swords "was obtained by his father from the secret realm of the East Wilderness. It was not suitable for my cultivation, so he gave it to Brother Xiahou, but I didn't expect that he would pass it on to you after more than ten years! "

Master Yanli Xia Houzun told about the events of the year and knew that his father obtained a treasure from the secret realm. Is this treasure the "Nameless Sword Classic"?

After raising his doubts, Li Wuming nodded and said, "Yes, it is this sword ritual. This sword ritual is divided into nine strokes and a total of nine artistic concepts. Brother Xiahou can realize the three artistic concepts.

Yan Li frowned, and the strength of the low-level warriors was mainly reflected in his true energy and moves. Once he was promoted to the King Realm, the way to win was still the artistic conception.

However, as far as he knows, there is generally only one artistic conception realized by the warrior, and both of them can realize the two artistic conceptions. As for the nine wizards, they have never heard of it since ancient times.

The artistic conception can also be said to be a martial thought. According to the saying on the earth, too much thinking will cause schizophrenia. Thinking of the cultivation of the "Nameless Sword Code", you need to realize the nine artistic concepts. It makes me mentally ill.

"Father! Should I give up this set of swords?" Yan Li asked unwillingly.

"You can only get what you want! Everyone has their own way! Although this set of swords is wonderful, it is the way of others after all. Even if you succeed in cultivation, your achievements can't exceed those who founded the sword! How about giving up? ? "

A sentence of "how to give up" made Yanli feel the arrogance in Li Wuming's heart, and he felt that the father in front of him actually became very tall, giving him a feeling of high mountain support.

Moving in his heart, he asked: "Father, what is your way?"

"My way?" Li Wuming's mouth showed a trace of melancholy, slowly said: "My previous is the way of infatuation, and after you have pointed it, it has become a way of love."

"Infatuation? Feeling?"

Yan Li was puzzled.

Suddenly, Li Wuming's momentum suddenly changed, and the air seemed to be filled with a strong sorrow smell. The kind of sorrow could make people feel heartbroken and give people a feeling of being in love.

Somehow, the corners of his eyes were filled with tears, and he suddenly felt that there was nothing in the world that could attract him and gave birth to an idea of ​​seeking death.

But at this moment, when the sadness disappeared suddenly, Yan Li woke up suddenly and looked at Li Wuming with a smile on the corner of his mouth. He suddenly understood that at the moment, he fell in love with his infatuation.

For a moment, he could not help cold sweat, and secretly exclaimed terror. One kind of mood completely collapsed his heart. If he had the heart to hurt him, he might have no resistance at all.

"Father, what are you doing now ...?"

Indistinctly, Yan Li felt that his father Li Wuming's cultivation behavior should be more powerful than that of Master Xia Houzun.

"It's been 16 years of infatuation. Once I realized it, I finally stepped into the imperial realm."

Li Wuming said slowly, a breeze hit him, curling up his snow-white robe horns and the long black dense hair, floating in the air, as if to step into the sky and go to the fairy.

"By speaking, the father can break through and benefit from your poem." At this point, there was a look of sadness on his face, and he whispered: "I hope people will last for a long time, and there will be thousands of miles."

At this moment, he had an indescribable taste of Xiao Se. After glancing at Yanli, Li Wuming continued: "Although your mother left, she will always live in my heart."

Yan Li heard that there was a huge relief in his heart, his father finally came out, and at the same time he was heartily happy for him: "Father, if the mother sees what you look like, she will be very happy."

Li Wuming nodded, "I think so too!"

Immediately, he turned sharply, "Li'er, because my father knows that you have a heart to fight for that position, but that position is not so easy to sit in, you have to take care of yourself!"

Hearing his father's words, Yan Li had a bad hunch.

"Father ... Do you want it?"

"You guessed it! The father planned to leave the imperial capital to walk the world and realize the heart of martial arts."

At this moment, Yanli had a trace of confusion in his heart, and his father broke into the imperial realm, which is his strong backing, but this backing is going to leave ...

"Li'er, understand your thoughts for your father! Before I leave, I will visit my former men."

Hearing Li Wuming's words, Yan Li couldn't help but screamed shame, and quickly said: "Father, no, the child should get that position with his own real ability!"

Li Wuming sighed deeply, "Stupid boy! You are now in a much weaker position than your three uncles. Last night, I went to the palace. Your grandfather may not be able to support it for long, so you think To succeed, you must seize all the forces you can grasp! "

Yan Li was very moved, but immediately raised his own question, "Father, Grandpa is also a master of the realm, why is he ...?"

"He hit the world's first strange poison and soul away, there is no medicine to save!" Speaking of this, Li Wuming's face could not help flashing a sorrow.

Suddenly, Yan took a spin, and it seemed that the ice fox blood could solve the world's strange poison, and maybe cure the grandfather's disease.

"Father, can Ice Fox Blood dissolve the poison of Soul San?"

It is said that Li Wuming's eyes suddenly burst out with a glimmer of light, "Guo Shi once said that the father emperor's poison can only be solved by the ice fox, but the ice fox grows in the Xuan Bing cold area, even the masters of the realm are difficult to catch I want to try my luck there because my father left the imperial city this time. "

"Father, what do you think this is?"

As soon as his thoughts moved, Yan Li took the sleeping ice fox out of the Hunyuan space.

"Ice Fox?"

With a wave of his hand, the ice fox landed on Li Wuming's hand, and his face could not help showing joy.