Long Qingyang is extremely confident, graceful and beautiful, with a pair of black and white eyes staring at Feng Feiyun.
It seems that what he said should not be false. Before Emperor Jin left Shendu, he must have issued an edict.
Feng Feiyun smiled, lifted the purple sand teapot on top of the bronze table, poured a cup without hesitation, and said, "The imperial edict is in the hands of the Concubine Beiming."
"I hate it, don't take other people's words. If you want to know whose hands the edict is in, you have to pay a very painful price." Long Qingyang raised his head slightly, his snow neck like jade, and his hands slowly moved towards Feng Feiyun's chin go with.
A layer of flames appeared on Feng Feiyun's skin, red as blood, and the temperature was scorching hot. Long Qingyang was in pain, so he quickly retracted his fingers and bit his lips, "I really don't know Lianxiangxiyu at all, so I won't tease you. "
Long Qingyang sat upright and said, "I want 300,000 spirit stones."
"300,000 Spirit Stones! Haha! Why don't you grab it?" Feng Feiyun said.
Long Qingyang said disdainfully: "Cut, grab? Then what year and month will you have to grab to grab 300,000 Spirit Stones. They sold the entire Shenjin Dynasty to you, and you made a lot of money."
The 300,000 spirit stones are simply astonishingly rich, comparable to the wealth of an immortal mine, and no one else will be able to take it out.
But everyone knows that Feng Feiyun sacked the underground gambling palace and took away the wealth of at least 300,000 spirit stones. How could Long Qingyang let go of such an immortal mine.
Feng Feiyun said: "You should know that in Shendu, if I want to kill you, it will definitely not be difficult."
Long Qingyang smiled like a flower, and said: "The power of Lord God King in the capital of God is naturally penetrating, killing me is really easy, it really scares people, but if you kill me, no one will know that the edict is in control. Who is in their hands? As soon as the edict comes out, the new emperor will be enthroned... I am afraid that the life of the Lord God King in the Shenjin Dynasty will not be easy."
"Hey! The most terrifying people in this world are not the dead, but the ones who are not afraid of death." Feng Feiyun smiled and said, "Okay! I promised you 300,000 spirit stones, and now you can tell me who is in charge of the edict. in the hands?"
"A word is settled?" Long Qingyang was overjoyed, 300,000 spirit stones were enough for him to establish a great religion.
"The king of the gods is committed to his words, and he will do what he says." Feng Feiyun drank tea lightly with his lips.
"Concubine Luoshen." Long Qingyang transmitted a voice to Feng Feiyun very obscurely, saying: "Concubine Luoshen is the only concubine who did not intervene in the battle for the prince, and because of her strong cultivation, Emperor Jin handed over the edict to the imperial concubine. With her, once the battle of the concubine is over, Concubine Luoshen will publish the contents of the edict to the public, directly announcing the successor of the next generation of Emperor Jin. Moreover, Emperor Jin also handed over the nine-five dragon robe to Concubine Luoshen, so that She handed it over to the new emperor."
"Nine five dragon robes." Feng Feiyun narrowed his eyes, this is a symbol of the status of the emperor, and it is also one of the five legendary garments, with a mysterious power that is not trivial.
Feng Feiyun said again: "What is the content of the edict?"
"I don't know about that." Long Qingyang spread his hands.
Feng Feiyun said: "How did you know such a secret thing?"
Two red clouds floated above Long Qingyang's snow cheeks, and said shyly, "Concubine Luoshen's natal family is the Luo family of the Zhonghuang Mansion.
Concubine Luo Shen may not tell anyone about such a major event that is related to the lifeline of the entire dynasty, but she will definitely notify the head of the Luo family and let him stand in the team ahead of time.
Behind every concubine, there is a large immortal cultivation force, otherwise it would be impossible to gain a foothold in the imperial palace.
Since both the imperial edict and the nine-five dragon robe are in the hands of Luo Shenfei, then she must know who Emperor Jin wants to make the future master of the Shenjin Dynasty. It seems that she has to find a time to see the goddess.
Feng Feiyun smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Long really has a wide range of friends, even the head of the Luo family."
Long Qingyang stretched out a white jade arm, spread out his fingers, and said with a smile, "Sir God King, can you give me 300,000 spirit stones now?"
Feng Feiyun smiled lightly, but did not intend to take out 300,000 spirit stones.
"Master God King has a high position in the Shenjin Dynasty, and bears the reputation of being the first genius. Could it be that you want to go back and regret it?" Long Qingyang's beautiful eyes were slender, like silk like mist.
At this moment, the chariot had already traveled outside the imperial city and suddenly stopped.
Feng Feiyun said: "Get off!"
The smile on Long Qingyang's face froze slightly, and he said, "Feng Feiyun, don't you even want your reputation? Believe it or not, I can make you lose your reputation within three days."
Feng Feiyun had no fear and said with a smile: "Long... girl, please go and find out first, who are you doing business with. Besides, you threaten me with things like reputation, which is a way to make everyone in the world want A laughing joke, next time you do business, remember to collect the principal before delivery."
Without warning, Feng Feiyun punched Long Qingyang directly out of the carriage, and then drove the ancient car into the imperial city.
Long Qingyang flew out from the carriage, his body was like a fallen leaf, he touched the ground lightly, and then flew up, his hair was messy, his face was covered with car dust, and he cursed: "Feng Feiyun, you son of a bitch. Egg, this can't be over like this."
In the battle of the top seven, the imperial city was more strictly guarded, and fewer spectators could enter the imperial city. Many people were blocked from the outside. Only monks with high enough status could enter.
The seven geniuses who made it to the finals are: God King "Feng Feiyun", Yugan Dynasty "Hongye Prince", Tianlong Dynasty "Long Qingyang", Yinhook Valve "Dongfang Jingshui", Beiming Dynasty "Beiming Potian", Tiandao "Ancient House", Dark Domain Young Master "Mu Xingzi".
The seven people are very extraordinary, each with their own legends, and they have all had extraordinary adventures.
Standing on the battle platform, like the Seven Stars of the Heaven Dou, it is extremely dazzling, representing the top combat power of the younger generation, unparalleled, proud and arrogant.
"Who do you think is the most likely to be in the top four?" A five- or six-year-old little princess had bright eyes and a colorful mirror in her white and tender hands. Asked like a curious baby.
This little princess is not the princess of the Shenjin Dynasty, nor the princess of other dynasties and kingdoms. The origin is very mysterious, and the servants around her are stronger than each other.
A white-haired old man with three eyes on his face, running the sky with eyesight, looked at the peerless atmosphere of the seven geniuses on the battlefield, and said: "Looking at the atmosphere of these seven people, the most powerful one is Silver Hook. The valve's Dongfang Jingshui, who has the atmosphere of the Ninety-Five Supreme Body, carries the mysterious miasma energy on his body, obviously he has cultivated the magical powers of the ancient demons."
An old servant built a soft copper chair on the ground and covered it with three layers of fragrant blankets. The little princess flew directly to the huge copper chair five meters high, stood on it, and looked at the seven arrogances on the battle platform. The big round eyes are extremely bright.
Another fierce sweat wearing a red fire armor, five meters tall, like a lion elephant, said in a thunderous voice: "From the point of view of his subordinates, Prince Hongye must be one of the top four. It has reached the seventh floor, the attack power of the younger generation is the first, and the body has been tempered with the Supreme Heavenly Treasure, and the defense power is also unparalleled in the world, almost unmatched."
"The Beiming Cold Ice Armor, which Beiming Potian cultivated, is the real first defense of the younger generation, and no one can break it."
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These more than ten servants are very powerful, and their eyesight is not trivial. Some are proficient in contemplation of qi, some are proficient in knowing treasures, and some have cultivated the supreme eye... and so on. But without exception, the more than ten servants were all oddly shaped, none of them looked like normal people, some had three eyes, some were five meters tall, some had two metal tails, and others Crawling on the ground like a monkey.
Of course, for the vast land of the Shenjin Dynasty, there are quite a few people who look weird, and everyone doesn't think it's too strange.
"Cut, you all know shit! The only person who can enter the semi-finals without any suspense is Feng Feiyun." Bi Ningshuai swaggered over, adjusted his clothes slightly, and stared at the huge copper chair. The little princess, especially stayed on the spiritual mirror in her hand for a long time.
The little princess' eyes flashed and she asked curiously, "Why is this?"
"This is an internal secret, and I paid a huge price to get it out. In fact..." Before Bi Ningshuai walked under the copper chair, he was stopped by two weirdos with heads as big as a grinding wheel. One with a loud voice said, "Boy, get out of the way."
Bi Ningshuai helplessly spread his hands to the little princess.
The little princess was very curious, her eyes rolled straight, she motioned the two murderers to step back, and then asked again, "Tell me, tell me, what's the secret?"
"Actually, Feng Feiyun had a one-night stand with Princess Luofu. Princess Luofu would deliberately release water to let him take a bye again and go directly to the top four. This is an absolute secret, and most people I don't tell him." Bi Ningshuai is mysterious. Xi walked to the bottom of the copper chair, but from time to time his eyes stared at the spiritual mirror in the hands of the little princess, with a greedy light.
Naturally, this was all his own nonsense and deceitful nonsense, but he was accidentally punched in the right direction by him. The relationship between Feng Feiyun and Princess Luofu was indeed unclear, but it was more than just a one-night stand.
The few old men next to the little princess wanted to throw Bi Ningshuai out. The little princess was only five years old, and they told her about these things that are not suitable for children. This was not to hurt the little princess. But seeing that the little princess was very interested in this matter, they could only endure it, staring at Bi Ningshuai fiercely, as if to eat him.
Bi Ningshuai's expression at the moment was like a strange uncle who abducted and sold children, and said, "Actually, I still know who will be the last concubine and marry Princess Luofu."
"Who is it?" The little princess was even more curious, blinking her eyes.
Bi Ningshuai suddenly said curiously: "Hey! Little sister, I look familiar with the spiritual mirror in your hand. It seems that I have seen it in a certain immortal mansion. Can you lend it to me to take a closer look?"