As soon as the red-faced old man stepped into the martial arts arena, a young man lying on the ground suddenly gained strength.

"Dad, dad, I'm here, woo woo!"

Yan Lan looked over and saw that this young man was the first one to take action against him. He was slapped twice and fell to the ground. He then rolled over and cried, wailing for a long time.

"It turns out that this red-faced old man is the chief minister of the royal family."

Yan Lan whispered softly. The young man holding the sword previously claimed to be the only son of the chief minister. The red-faced old man whom he called his father was naturally the chief minister of the royal family.

The red-faced old man heard the young man holding the sword wailing, and immediately ran away. He stared at the young man holding the sword with wide eyes and swollen cheeks. He quickly squatted down, circulated his spiritual power, caressed the young man's face, and said distressedly: "Oh, my

Guaguairou, which bastard dares to beat you like this?"

The two young men behind the red-faced old man immediately pointed at Yan Lan and said proudly: "It's that bastard. He not only injured your noble master, he even dared to touch Young Prince Shuangyan and Prince Shuangbai."

The red-faced old man immediately turned around and looked towards Yan Lan.

The young man holding the knife believed that he had the support of his father, and immediately cried: "Dad, that bastard hit me, I want to destroy his whole family, I want to snatch his sister, I want him to die a bad death, wuwuwu..."

Yan Lan looked directly into the red-faced old man's angry eyes without hesitation. This was the first time he saw the red-faced old man, and he must not have recognized him.

However, the chief minister is very scheming, and is much more experienced and calm than these young men.

The red-faced old man did not immediately get angry and then throw a tantrum. Instead, he stared at Yan Lan with a solemn brow. He kept searching in his mind, wondering who Yan Lan was. After all, he dared to act recklessly in the palace, and he was definitely not a commoner. He could get to where he is today.

Status cannot be achieved through recklessness.

The red-faced old man pondered for a moment, unable to figure out who Yan Lan was, so he slowly walked toward Yan Lan and said in a low voice: "Who are you? What is the distance between Quanzi and you? Why did you hurt him?"

Yan Lan admired the red-faced old man's character, and he was indeed the backbone of the royal family. He did not want to be too disobedient and arrogant, so he immediately handed over his hands and said: "I had no grudges with your noble master in the past, and I have no grudges today. It's just an injustice on the road. I'll teach you a lesson."

"

The red-faced old man's eyes narrowed and he said: "Oh? Give me a lesson? Dogs have their own lessons. If you are young and teach others at will, wouldn't you be arrogant?"

Yan Lan smiled and said: "As an important minister of the royal family, you naturally understand that force can determine the country, culture can stabilize the country, and etiquette can recruit talents. You should also understand that governing a country is different from the world of cultivation, and you cannot use all the force. Your noble son will be the best in the future.

He is the pillar of the Frost Kingdom and the pillar of the royal family, but at such a young age, he has no respect for his elders. Let the teacher swallow the humiliation and make the old man kneel down. If you put it in the world of cultivation where strength is respected, this would not matter. But this is a royal palace, and the body

As a future powerful minister, if you are young and do not understand the principles of obeying etiquette and accepting talents, in the future people will be distracted and the strong will leave, wouldn't the Frost Kingdom be in danger?"

"Although I am an unknown monk from the Frost Kingdom, I am also worried about the future of the Frost Kingdom, so I can't stand it and reprimand you. However, not only does your noble son have no elders, he is also full of lust. Today, I took too much action.

, But otherwise, I might one day end up dead in the wilderness due to arrogance and rudeness."

After Yan Lan finished speaking, he still maintained an indifferent expression, but said in his heart: "Hey, luckily I have read some books on governing the country. If I talk like this, let's see what else you, an old guy, can say!"

When the three old men heard what Yan Lan said, they all secretly nodded in admiration. They understood this truth at such a young age, so they were indeed not ordinary people.

As expected, the red-faced old man pointed at Yan Lan, held it in for a moment, and said one word: "You..."

Yan Lan took advantage of the situation and took a step forward and asked with a smile: "Do you think what I said is unreasonable?"

The young man holding the knife was also stunned by Yan Lan's words. It was not until the burning pain on his face broke out again that he came back to his senses and shouted loudly: "Dad, this kid's tongue is like a sword, don't listen to his nonsense."

, help me beat him hard and teach him a lesson. Help me snatch that little girl, I'm attracted to her."

The red-faced old man was already speechless by Yan Lan's great truth, but when he heard that his unsatisfactory son was still thinking about beauty, he immediately turned his head and yelled at his son: "Shut up!

"

This scolding was so loud that not only the young man holding the sword could not understand why his father was scolding him, but even Shuang Yanshuangbai, who was waiting to watch the show, was a little puzzled.

Shuang Yan gritted his teeth and said: "That red-faced old guy, isn't he usually domineering and hot-tempered? Why does he seem timid today?"

The red-faced old man turned his head and glared at Yan Lan: "You are young and have extraordinary experience. I want to know where you are from and who is your disciple?"

Yan Lan cupped her hands and said, "I am from a humble background. I am just a disciple of a small sect in the eastern region of the Frost Kingdom. I am not worth mentioning."

The red-faced old man frowned and relaxed. Naturally, he didn't pay attention to the small sect.

With a slight cough, the red-faced old man's attitude became arrogant, and he narrowed his eyes and said: "Little guy, I have nothing to say about what you said, but you injured my son, and you did it in the inner courtyard of the palace.

, If I don’t give an explanation on this matter, I’m afraid I won’t be able to face many of my colleagues.”

"How do you want me to explain?"

Yan Lan took another step forward without any fear.

The red-faced old man's expression froze. Although he hated Yan Lan for beating his son, he had to admire Yan Lan's character and courage. If it were his son, or the princes and grandsons of the royal family, no one would have such courage.

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Suddenly, the red-faced old man actually wanted to win over Yan Lan, but the situation still had to be restored. He snorted angrily and said: "Today, there must be a lot of people coming to trouble you. I am very unreasonable."

You don’t want to take advantage of someone else’s danger. If you can take my hand, I will no longer cause trouble for you, and I can protect you for a while. Take the hand!”

Yan Lan frowned. This red-faced old man hit him whenever he wanted. He saw the spiritual energy boiling around him, and his vigorous aura instantly filled the entire martial arts arena.

At this moment, the late king and the king were still in the attic.

The late king laughed and said: "If the red-faced old guy takes action, I'm afraid he won't get much benefit!"

Shuang Han nodded and said: "Yes, Yan Lan can kill a strong person in the Nine-Year Nascent Soul stage. A mere palm can't do anything to him."

The late king and Shuang Han knew how powerful Yan Lan was, but most people had never seen Yan Lan with their own eyes, so they would not think so.

The princes, princes and grandsons who were lying on the ground unable to get up were immediately overjoyed. The red-faced old man had the strength of the Nine-Year Nascent Soul stage. His palm could smash even a hill, let alone a little-known boy.

Shuang Yan and Shuang Bai also had cruel smiles on their faces, their eyes wandering from time to time on Zi Yi's delicate and graceful body.

The young man holding the knife looked even more proud and muttered: "Grandma, if you let me be arrogant, my father will take action and beat the shit out of you."
Chapter completed!