"hold head high!!!"

The angry dragon roars and lightning flashes. The heavenly tribulation that even the golden immortals avoided was directly hit by the mountain gate of the Yangyan Sect at a speed that could not be imagined by the cultivators in the mortal world...

Ying Mo followed the sight of the white-clothed swordsman and looked at the boat yard side by side.

He felt a little displeased. Although Ying Mo was unable to practice Qi and lost the imperial path, he was the legitimate son of Emperor Qin and his mother's family was in power.

Even if he had a falling out with his mother due to some things, his mother's family valued the identity and value of his prince, and often gave him various help. Not to mention the other person, he only had various industries under his name, court officials' private parties, and Iron Guards' army, and the top princes. Otherwise, he would have fallen to this point, and he would not have been full every day and would have been full and constantly provoked impeachment.

It is one thing to establish a country with martial arts, it is one thing to understand that he cannot inherit the throne, it is one thing to provoke and humiliate him in public, but it is another thing to pay attention to him privately. Strategically despise the enemy and tactical attention to the enemy, his brothers have really put these two sentences to the extreme.

Ying has never tried to save the country on a curve, but in the end he can only increase his disappointment. All forces, industries, and even the party's power to fight against different parties are jokes in the face of absolute power.

In short, compared to ordinary royal families, Ying Mo still has an absolute respect, which is power. But among the popular candidates of the crown prince, he, who should have been the final decision, did not know where he was excluded.

Ying Mo was not happy because on the deck that was level with it, there were not people standing on the deck that could despise him, but some untouchables.

Some people from the martial arts sect who think they are noble.

Several men and women looked at Jian Xixin, who was surrounded in fear in the distance. One of the men suddenly pointed to the boat where Ying Mo was located, and didn't know what he said to his companions. Two of the women immediately covered their mouths and chuckled, while the other two men looked at him with contempt.

The five people did not notice that behind the open window on the building, there was a person they were ridiculed by them. However, even if they saw it, the Qin people's toughness would not hide it at all.

How could a place where you only know how to linger on fireworks all day, eat, drink and have fun, and be called "the beauty of the flower boat"? How could it be respected by others?

At least for those who can practice, their respected identity has long been deliberately ignored by them.

Ying Mo looked coldly at Jian Xixin's direction and suddenly started to murmur himself.

"Uncle Fu, that swordsman, no matter how much trouble he caused, I will protect him."

The soft voice seemed to be afraid of waking up the sleeping person.

Behind Ying Mo, there seemed to be a faint fluctuation in the air. The next moment, it seemed that nothing had happened, and all traces disappeared.

At this time, just when the useless prince was silently calculating in his heart how to make those ungrateful guys live worse than death.

The swordsman he valued showed a stunning scene to everyone!

When did the veins of the moon fall to the ground?

Walking slowly, as if with the rich moonlight, the sword was still in the sheath, but why did the four policemen fall down...

A white dress and a sword that had never been sheathed seemed to suddenly become the focus of the world.

In the distance, dozens of black shadows were rushing towards him like an eagle, and the target was the arrogant swordsman in white. However, why did the agile figure remind people of an inappropriate word - a fire-fighting moth.
Chapter completed!