Chapter 195 Black Two

Moreover, not only Xiao Chen, but also Xue Wei and Xue Rui were invited.

Xiao Ye felt very surprised.

"Mr. Darren, is this invitation really what His Majesty wants you to send?" Xiao Ye asked suspiciously.

"That's right, it was Your Majesty who asked me to deliver it in person. Why? There's a problem." Darren said affirmatively.

Xiao Ye shook his head silently.

"Since all the invitation letters are delivered to you, I will leave first, Earl Xiao Ye." The middle-aged man in purple was about to say goodbye after completing the task.

Xiao Ye did not stay for too long. Darren was the court chief. He came in person and had proved that the invitation was absolutely true.

After seeing Darren off, Xiao Ye took the invitation letter, thought for a while, and walked towards Xiao Chen's room.

As soon as he approached, he felt a wave of magic fluctuations in Xiao Chen's room. He could also feel it as a swordsman.

"Xiao Chen." Xiao Ye pushed open Xiao Chen's door.

The magic wave disappeared. Xiao Chen, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Ye, and did not get up or speak.

Xiao Ye walked in and looked at Xiao Chen, and sighed in his heart. He only felt that Xiao Chen was very strange now, completely different from Xiao Chen he knew three years ago.

Xiao Chen drank a big bowl with big bowls and was so generous that he drank...

Xiao Chen saw his coldness and arrogance...

Xiao Chen stood there, making every move, and he beat his confidant Chris to no avail...

Scenes passed through his mind almost like lightning, making him clearly know that it was impossible for him to look at Xiao Chen with his previous gaze.

Xiao Ye walked over and sat down on a chair opposite Xiao Chen.

"Are you practicing?" Xiao Ye said.

"Yeah." Xiao Chen responded indifferently.

There were only two people left in the room, and the atmosphere became extremely stiff and cold. Xiao Ye glanced around the room and saw three paintings hanging on the wall. His eyes trembled slightly. The three paintings were Xiao Chen, who was fifteen, sixteen and seventeen years old, who were Xue Yunhua.

"Your mother... I miss you very much for three years. You should come back to see her more often." Xiao Ye said.

"I know this." Xiao Chen was silent for a moment and said.

"Xiao Chen, how strong have you cultivated now?" Xiao Ye couldn't help but be curious.

Xiao Chen looked at him indifferently, closed his eyes again, and meditated.

Xiao Ye's face turned cold, and Xiao Chen's attitude made him feel offended again. After all, Xiao Chen was his son, but since he came back, Xiao Chen never gave him a good face.

"I'm asking you, don't you even have this basic politeness?" Xiao Ye said coldly.

Xiao Chen sat there indifferently.

"Bang!" The hardwood chair that Xiao Ye was sitting exploded, and bloody fighting spirit was burning all over his body, and he was ignored again and again. Xiao Ye finally got angry.

"What? You want to do it!" Xiao Chen's eyes suddenly opened and he looked at Xiao Ye with a sneer.

The eyes of the two people collided in the void again!

Xiao Ye's eyes were like a sharp sword, and the pressure of the sword master was almost like the sea of ​​prison, which made people feel heart-pounding, and his hands were already raised.

Xiao Chen's muscles were also tensed, like a big bow, which could eject at any time.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, Xiao Ye's body gradually contracted. He snorted coldly, slapped the invitation letter on the table, turned around, and walked out.

"Tell Xuewei about Chris, just forget it." Xiao Ye walked to the door, threw down a sentence, and then quickly left.

"Invitation letter, invite us to attend the Holy Day Palace Banquet." The next day, Xuewei and others came over and saw the golden invitation letter.

"I haven't been to the palace banquet yet, so it should be very lively." Xue Rui smiled.

"However, how could we receive an invitation from a palace banquet?" Xuewei shook her head. She knew that she and Xuerui were unknown in the kingdom and no one knew them at all.

"What do you care about him? Go play anyway. Master, you have been invited, let's go together." Xue Rui looked at Xiao Chen.

"I don't want to go." Xiao Chen's cultivation has reached a critical moment these days, and he has no interest in this so-called palace banquet.

"Go, Master, this night is not bad. It's a Holy Day, it's only once a year, and there are a lot of fine wines in the palace." Xuewei and Xuerui persuaded them together.

Hearing the wine, Xiao Chen finally became a little moved. Anyway, he had only been one night, so he nodded and agreed.

At the gate of Purple Dragon King City, an inconspicuous black carriage drove into the royal city.

There were only three people sitting in the carriage, one of whom was about twenty-four or five years old, with long light brown hair and noble all over his body. Next to him was a big man like a black tower. Just sitting, his head was already facing the roof of the carriage and he had to hunch over.

Opposite the man from the Black Tower, a short old man, half-bare hair, sat there with his eyes closed, as if he was taking a nap.

The young man exuding nobleness looked at the lively crowds outside through the car window and smiled faintly: "Finally, this Purple Dragon Kingdom is quite lively."

"Your Highness, let Hei Er go down, you're almost suffocating." The man like a black tower buzzed, and kept his waist impatiently, and the ceiling made a squeaking sound.

"Hei Er, didn't say that when you arrive in the Purple Dragon Kingdom, don't call me Your Highness, call me Young Master." The noble young man glanced at the big man in the Black Tower.

"Okay, young master, but you'd better let Hei Er go down quickly." The big man from the Black Tower complained.

The noble young man smiled and shook his head: "Okay, find a place to park, let's go down and have a walk."

"Young master, it's better to go directly to the Purple Dragon King Palace. Just get off the bus like this, there is a risk." The bald old man opened his eyes and said lightly.

"Uncle Ximan, with you here, what else am I afraid of? This is just the Purple Dragon Kingdom..." The noble young man sneered.

"Don't worry, Hei Er is here, I guarantee that the palace... the young master is fine." Hei Er slapped his chest and made a thunderous vibration.

The carriage stopped in a carriage store.

The noble young man got off the carriage with a giant man like a black tower and the bald old man.

As soon as he got off the carriage, the giant man in the black tower straightened his body, which immediately surprised the passers-by next to him. The giant man in the black tower was 2.5 meters tall, and his body was so strong that he was like a giant ape walking, and the ground was shaking.

In contrast, both noble young men and bald old men became inconspicuous.

"Let's go." The noble young man took the giant man and the old man to visit the Purple Dragon King City.

Soon, they arrived at the most lively royal city square.

On the way the giant man on the black tower walked, the crowd gave way because his body was so shocking. Even in a noisy place in the royal city square, there was a giant man who made the way, and noble young people and old men could easily enter.

They came to the ring to perform martial arts in the royal city.

A swordsman and a wizard above are fighting.

"What are the rings this is?" asked the noble young man grabbed a onlooker beside him.

"You don't even know that Wangcheng martial arts performing? This is..." The onlooker was impatient, but when he saw the giant man in the black tower beside the noble young man, he immediately swallowed and told in detail about the origin and function of Wangcheng martial arts performing.

"So that's how it is?" After hearing this, the noble young man laughed.

He watched the battle on the stage, and the mage finally seized the opportunity and knocked the swordsman out of nowhere with a blow to the wind.
Chapter completed!