"Hong Dahu, do you really think that if you put on my clothes and my face, you can become the prince of the Lan Empire?" Goods match too!"
Hearing the three words "Hong Da Hu", "Lan Hua Hong" suddenly twitched, and strong fear and killing intent burst out from his eyes.
But Lan Feng had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and suddenly remembered where he had heard the name "Hong Da Hu".
Isn't that... isn't that one of His Highness' personal bodyguards
Because His Royal Highness the Eleventh is the only direct son of His Majesty the Emperor and the Empress, he can be regarded as the default first heir.
Therefore, in addition to his confidant guards, he was also equipped with a few shadow guards who looked very similar to His Highness and could be sacrificed as substitutes.
Those shadow guards stood out from among sixty-four children. And those sixty-four people originally took the last character of His Highness as their surname, and their names were named after the sixty-four hexagrams of Fuxi.
Hong Dashu was one of those sixty children who stood out.
Lan Feng pointed at "Lan Huahong" and exclaimed: "You are a big beast, one of His Royal Highness's shadow guards, no wonder, no wonder you can pretend to be His Highness! You are so bold, you really dared to Betrayed the master, snatched the identity of the master!!"
"Lan Huahong", or Hong Dashu was pointed at his head and revealed his true identity, he suddenly panicked and could hardly hold back his expression.
The veins on Li Zupeng's forehead also twitched, and he knew in his heart that he must not procrastinate any longer, "Sexy mouth, what kind of beast? What shadow guard? His Royal Highness the Eleventh has been with us all the time. If he is dropped, how can we possibly?" Don’t you know? Come on, let me kill the assassin pretending to be His Highness! When we go back to Ziyun Realm, His Highness will definitely reward you a lot!”
After finishing speaking, the three Nascent Soul stage masters struck again, attacking the blue-clothed boy.
Lan Feng hastily stopped him.
His strength is much higher than that of the three of them, but facing the combination of the three Nascent Soul stage monks, he is a bit overwhelmed and unable to cope.
In particular, Li Zupeng was so cunning that he ignored the possibility that the two Nascent Soul monks might be seriously injured by Lan Feng, leaving him behind and rushing directly in front of the boy in blue.
Muyan plucked the strings quickly, while using [Sacred Hand Weaving the Sky] to protect the young man in it, while attacking Li Zupeng with [Qin Music Transforming Blade].
However, Li Zupeng is a Nascent Soul stage master after all, and Muyan's current cultivation level is far behind him.
This kind of attack and defense can withstand it for a while, but it will definitely not last long.
Li Zupeng had a ferocious look on his face, "I want to see how long that bitch can protect you!"
There was a loud bang, and a fist containing powerful spiritual power slammed into the sound wall, and the protective shield transformed by the Holy Hand Weaving Heaven shook for a while, making a crackling sound.
Muyan's face was pale, with fine beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, but the movements of plucking the strings in her hands became faster and faster.
"Mother!" Xiaobao grabbed Muyan's clothes nervously, staring at her with big eyes, full of worry.
And a few little radish heads jumped up angrily.
"Daddy, what are you still doing in a daze, go and help little brother Lan!"
"That's right, little brother Lan was saved by us. If little brother Lan dies, Grandpa will ignore you!"
The five masters looked at each other, at the blue-clothed boy, then at the big animal, and suddenly gritted their teeth and rushed into the battle.