Shoo...
In the main hall, the colorful sword aura continuously shot towards Qin Feng.
This time, Qin Feng did not resist, but allowed Jian Qi to invade his body.
"Did this guy give up?"
The sword fairy Bailian was slightly startled.
"Yes, the mental power of Nightmare of Sword is too strong, and many people have no time to resist, and the fighting spirit has collapsed. No blame for this kid, I can only say... this sword is too strong."
He was immersed in the pride of his sword, unable to extricate himself.
"Well, Mr. Qin is still careless."
Old Han sighed.
"What's the matter, grandpa?"
Xianger couldn't understand at all.
"The nightmare of the sword, this is the unspoken secret of the Feijian Gate. Using the sword to enter into love, with the affection into the Tao, can conquer the human will, and it is mysterious."
Old Han sighed and shook his head again and again.
Even if he was hit by this sword, it is likely to sink.
"But... I don't think Mr. Qin has any reaction?"
Xiang'er looked innocent.
"You don't understand, he will have an attack soon."
Old Han looked solemn.
"Lao Han deserves to have a profound experience, and he even knows the Nightmare of the Sword at Feijianmen so well, admire it, haha..."
Zhao Yu on the other side suddenly laughed, and it was clear that he had fallen into trouble.
"Hit the Nightmare of the Sword, after a maximum of ten breaths, the fighting spirit will collapse."
Jianxian Bailian retracted the long sword and smiled.
What he has to do now is to wait quietly, waiting for Qin Feng to strike.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
Ten breaths are fleeting.
However, Qin Feng still had a calm face, just like a okay person.
"What's the matter? There is no response?"
Jianxian Bailian was a little panicked.
"What reaction do you want?"
Qin Feng looked at him as though he was mentally retarded.
"It's impossible. After being hit by the Nightmare of the Sword, how can he be so sober?"
Sword Immortal Bailian was in a cold sweat.
The crowd around was also in an uproar, full of shock.
Everyone saw that Qin Feng was hit by a sword move, why didn't he respond
"Could it be that Bailian Jianxian made a mistake?"
"Mistakes? It's impossible. Nightmare of the Sword is his skill, how could he make mistakes?"
Everyone was extremely puzzled.
If it is not a mistake, how can it be explained
At this time, only Zhao Shanhe's expression was heavy, and he was secretly surprised, "This person has used spiritual power to forcibly refine the sword energy, which is really incredible..."
How strong is Qin Feng's mental power
Even the real ancient gods dare not say that they are steady and stable.
The White Lotus Sword Immortal is far inferior to the ancient gods, so how can it be possible to fight Qin Feng's mental power
"I... I admit defeat..."
After struggling for a while, Bailian Jianxian finally saw the gap clearly and bowed his head to admit defeat.
"Bailian Jianxian, how can you give up?"
The second son Zhao Yu was in a hurry.
If Bailian Jianxian admits defeat, it means that he is shorter.
In Zhao Shanhe's mind, Zhao Yan is probably his successor.
"Second Young Master, I'm really sorry, I'm limited in strength, I'm ashamed, I don't have much face to stay here. Lord City Lord, leave."
Sword Immortal Bai Lian was so ashamed, he arched his hand towards the second son, saluted Zhao Shanhe again, and left sadly.
The whole atmosphere was a little bit bad when Bai Lian Jianxian left.
No one thought that Zhao Yan, the third son, would be the one who was in the limelight today.
More importantly, Sanmenerzong originally intended to suppress the Yiren tribe, but was suppressed by the Yiren tribe.
Bai Lian Jianxian even left in shame, which was unexpected.
"Second brother, let's accept it."
Zhao Yan smiled, quite a bit of a demonstration.
"Humph."
Zhao Yu gritted his teeth and suffocated his stomach.
It seemed that he didn't plan to send any more people to fight. Bailian Sword Immortal had all lost. Even if the Sunset Sect Master made another move, he might not be able to defeat Qin Feng.
Moreover, no matter how thick-skinned he is, he is not embarrassed to send two master instructors to fight.
At this point, the contest between the few eldest sons has also come to an end.
"Yan'er, you really didn't let your father down. You have today's performance and achievements, and you are very touched by your father!"
Zhao Shanhe said meaningfully.
"These are all cultivated by the father since childhood. Without the shadow of his father, children can't grow up."
Zhao Yan said modestly.
"Being the father can protect you for a while, but not for the rest of your life."
"You are now well-fed, and your father is older. You will take care of everything in this city from now on."
Zhao Shanhe said slowly.
)◇First...B send*0w,
What he meant was to pass on the position of the city lord to Zhao Yan.
"Father, how can this work? You are in prime of life, how can you abdicate?"
Zhao Yu was the first to quit.
No one expected that Zhao Shanhe would pass the throne directly.
"Father, you have to think twice!"
The rest of the sons also spoke out to persuade each other.
"Well, my father's heart is determined. From now on, Yan'er will be the city lord of Xuanhuang City. You brothers, you have to help him."
Zhao Shanhe said with a serious face.
"This… "
Even Zhao Yan herself was surprised.
According to the original plan, Zhao Shanhe abdicated after a year and a half.
"Yan'er, this is Xuan Huang Ling. From now on, I will leave it to you for safekeeping."
Zhao Shanhe gave the token that symbolized the seat of the city lord to Zhao Yan.
"Yes, father!"
Zhao Yan quickly knelt down to take the token.
Seeing this scene, the rest of the sons gritted their teeth one by one, jealous extremely.
And Qingyun Immortal Gu and other master teachers also had complex expressions, shaking their heads and sighing.
The Sanmenerzong and the Yiren clan are old enemies. Now that the Yiren clan has turned over, the life of the Sanmenerzong is not easy.
…
A few days later.
The news that Zhao Yan became the lord of the city spread throughout Xuanhuang City.
There was a riot in the city, and some couldn't believe it.
Compared with Zhao Shanhe's cultivation and leadership, Zhao Yan is a thousand miles away.
Moreover, even if the city owner was to be selected, the second son Zhao Yu seemed to be the more suitable candidate.
Zhao Yan's superiority was unexpected to many people.
"Mr. Qin, the third princess is now the city lord, when will we attack the Sunset Peak?"
Old Han couldn't wait.
"The sooner the better."
Qin Feng said bluntly.
"Don't you prepare a detailed plan?"
Old Han was very surprised.
Attacking Sunset Peak is a war with the five major factions, which is no trivial matter.
"I always feel that Zhao Yan was too easy to get to the top, and I have a not-so-good premonition. If he can, the sooner he can capture the Sky Bow, the better it is for us."
Qin Feng said to himself.
"What is Mr. Qin worried about?"
Old Han said curiously.
"I can't tell, I just think something is wrong, everything seems to go too smoothly."
Qin Feng frowned.
"Well, according to Mr. Qin's intention, the soldiers will be very fast, and we will seize the Sky Bow as soon as possible, so as not to have many dreams at night."
Old Han nodded and said.
The third son is just a puppet, as long as Qin Feng wants to attack the Sunset Peak, he will immediately send troops.
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