Although magic weapons and weapons are both made by weapon refiners, magic weapons are the most difficult things to cast, especially auxiliary and combat magic weapons. One can often succeed in a hundred miles.

The cost is high, the return is small, and the time is wasted, so there are very few magic weapons in the world.

Even if there are, most of them are high-level or top-quality, and almost no god-level level exists, and few people will use it when fighting.

Yan Ting stared at the hurricane plate blankly, revealing an extremely incredible look.

Just now, he was on the verge of despair and thought he was completely helpless and was about to die of old age in the cold palace.

But now, there was suddenly hope again. He could not only leave here, but also take revenge and wander around the world with Ye Yingxue!

Where can I find such a good thing?

It’s impossible to inherit the throne, but it’s better than being trapped in the cold palace for the rest of your life?

Look at the guys around who were tortured so that people were not like humans and ghosts were not like ghosts. Yan Ting didn't want to be like them.

Yan Ting raised his head and looked at King Yan Nan in surprise and confusion, because this fact was too risky, and he would implicate him if he was accidentally - just for the 40 million spirit stones?

"Thank her." King Yan Nan sighed and said, "If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have taken the risk. Of course, don't implicate me. After I leave here, you can spend more time, and leave in the evening or tomorrow."

"Okay." Yan Ting nodded and agreed.

King Yan Nan turned and left.

When he returned to the hall, Yan Zu was completely unaware of it and enjoyed the performances of the singers.

King Yan Nan was very confident in his singers, and no matter what kind of man he was, he would be attracted to him.

The sky gradually darkened.

After dinner with Yan Nan and Yan Zu, they left with the singer.

In the city, Yan Zu had already arranged mansions for several kings of different surnames.

Returning to his house, King Yan Nan sat on a rocking chair, quietly waiting for the drastic changes tonight.

...

Cold palace.

The moon hangs in the air, sprinkling countless cold lights, making this already desolate palace look even more dilapidated and gloomy.

From time to time, strange laughter came from around, and there were opera tone that was rising and falling. Some people were combed their heads with expressionless faces, some were holding ugly mud dolls in their arms, and they were humming and wanting to feed them. Some were wearing yellow robes filled with patches, claiming that they were the king of a country.

These people are crazy.

No matter who it is, you will go crazy if you stay here for decades.

Yan Ting wasn't crazy yet. After all, he came in on the first day and wasn't so confused.

But staying for a few more years may not be necessary.

The guards had just let the meal go, and the once noble concubines and princes rushed over like dogs to chew, bite, fight, and grab.

Yan Ting didn't move at all. He was the tall prince. How could he do that kind of thing?

But staying for a few more years may not be necessary.

Yan Ting knew very well what the consequences would be if he continued to stay here, and no one could survive here safely.

None of them.

While the surroundings gradually became quiet, Yan Ting quietly took out a dark plate.

God-level magic weapon: Hurricane disc.

Function: Teleport fifty kilometers.

With Yan Ting's strength, he can fly directly out of the cold palace, but the masters who wander around the holy palace will beat him down.

"Teleport" is different, you can appear fifty kilometers away without knowing it!

It is very large to go to Beijing, and it is impossible to teleport fifty kilometers and leave the city directly.

But he could continue to fly, and the city guards would definitely not dare to come up to stop him when they saw it was him.

Thinking about all this in my mind, Yan Ting breathed a long sigh, closed his eyes, watched it, and felt everything around him.

As a level five saint, he has clear eyesight and ears.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was a slight sound around, Yan Ting held the hurricane plate in his hand tightly, and then murmured: "Lin."

Yan Ting disappeared in an instant.

Teleportation is random.

The next second, he appeared on the streets of Shangjing.

The streets have already implemented a curfew, and it should have been empty, but a city guards patrolled here.

"Who?!" These city guards scolded loudly, and then rushed over quickly.

"What are you shouting, be quiet!" Yan Ting turned around and his eyes swept the city guards coldly.

His hands were behind him, his eyes full of sharpness.

At this moment, he became the tallest prince again!

"The eldest prince..." These city guards were extremely surprised.

"Come out and do something, don't make a name for yourself." The eldest prince threw a word and quickly disappeared into the alley.

These city guards looked at each other.

"The eldest prince...hasn't he been sent to the cold palace?"

"Who knows, could it be released?"

"It's possible, after all, he is the eldest prince. The emperor probably won't really punish him, right?"

"Then... should we report it?"

"Farewell, we are not qualified to talk too much about the royal family. We should pretend not to see it!"

...

Yan Ting quickly shuttled through the alleys. Although it was a little slower than flying, it would not attract too many people's attention.

Soon, he arrived at the city gate.

The city gate has long been closed, and there are guards patrolling the city gate.

Of course, it is impossible for the eldest prince to be unable to do so.

Although the city wall was very high, Yan Ting flew up with a "whirlwind" and jumped straight over the city wall and headed towards the camp.

"who?!"

Of course, the guards on the city wall noticed the abnormality and raised their heads suddenly.

Although the figure flashed by, there were also many masters with strong eyes among the guards.

"It's the eldest prince!"

"Why did the eldest prince fly out?"

"Aren't he locked in the cold palace today..."

"Quickly, report to your superiors!"

The news was handed over layer by layer and soon arrived at the Holy Palace.

First, the guards of the Holy Palace received the news. They first found it incredible, and then notified the guards stationed in the cold palace.

When the guards stationed in the cold palace went in and saw that the eldest prince had really disappeared, they immediately rolled and crawled to inform the ancestor Yan.

Yan Zu was already asleep, but when he heard the news, he was furious.

"This evil son!"

Yan Zu roared and immediately jumped up from the bed. After asking which city gate the eldest prince was out, he flew towards that direction with a "whistle".

Yan Zu was able to determine two points.

First, the eldest prince must have escaped with magic weapons, otherwise he would not have been so silent.

Second, the eldest prince went to find trouble for Chen Dong.

Yan Zu knew very well that the eldest prince was defeated by Chen Dong before, because the eldest prince did not use super god-level weapons.

Once the eldest prince uses a super god-level weapon, Chen Dong will undoubtedly die!

It was difficult to support Chen Dong until now, but he couldn't fail!

Yan Zu had no time to arrange for others to go. As the honor of a country, he walked out in a nightgown wrapped in a nightgown.

But no matter how fast he is, he is not as fast as the eldest prince.

Because the eldest prince had already arrived above Chen Dong's camp.

...

Late at night, the camp was silent, and from time to time, a row of guards wearing armor walked among them.
To be continued...