"Yes, Your Highness King Xuan is not only handsome, but also so handsome. I don't know what kind of woman will become Your Highness King Xuan's princess in the future."

Murong Qingyan was in the northern border for many years and often ate and lived with the soldiers.

There is a considerable foundation and prestige in the military camp. Therefore, Murong Qingyandao is still unmarried at this age, so he has become the object of fantasy in the hearts of many prides of heaven.

However, it is true that Murong Qingyan is considered a hero among the younger generation and cannot find any fault on the surface.

Moreover, Murong Qingyan is one of the four major countries in Qingyun, and is also the most famous among the younger generation.

"Since Your Highness, King Xuan is proud of me, Tan Feiyu, don't blame me for being rude." Seeing Murong Qingyan's swearing, Tan Feiyu quickly set off his sword, striving to defeat Murong Qingyan within dozens of moves to prevent Murong Qingyan from regretting the situation halfway.

Tan Feiyu stabbed out with a sword, as if a storm was storm at Murong Qingyan.

Murong Qingyan's white robe was blown by the sword wind, but his body stood still.

“Too slow.”

These three words are what Murong Qingyan thought.

Although it was not shown, Murong Qingyan's heart was full of contempt for Tan Feiyu at this moment.

When a warrior from the upper spirit realm faced him, he really thought he had the possibility of defeating him.

Since childhood, as long as he crossed the realm and defeated others, he has never been defeated by others.

It is still difficult for people who are watching the sky to wake up.

When the sword in Tan Feiyu's hand was still one foot away from Murong Qingyan, Murong Qingyan's figure began to move.

In Murong Qingyan's eyes, Tan Feiyu's movements were like a doll who had just learned to catch a sword, and there was no threat to him at all.

Murong Qingyan took a step forward with her left foot, and spiritual power surged from her right hand, and a palm fell directly on Tan Feiyu's chest. Murong Qingyan's left hand had already controlled Tan Feiyu's hand holding the sword.

With both hands exerting force, Tan Feiyu's hand holding the sword softened, and the sword in his hand fell directly into Murong Qingyan's hand, and Tan Feiyu was also shook more than ten steps back by Murong Qingyan's palm.

It's as simple as bullying a doll.

And Murong Qingyan still held back her hand in this palm.

"Although my brother is very talented, I still need to be more diligent in my cultivation. I also have a completely advantage in the realm."

Tan Feiyu quickly stood firm and was not knocked out of the arena.

Murong Qingyan threw the sword to Tan Feiyu and did not continue to take action.

The situation became like this, and Tan Feiyu naturally had no face to continue competing.

"His Highness Xuan has a deep cultivation level, and Tan Feiyu admits defeat."

Tan Feiyu had only a look of shame on his face, and he took the sword back into the scabbard and jumped off the arena.

Just after just one move, he could feel the absolutely irreparable state between him and Murong Qingyan. He could clear it up and if Murong Qingyan activated all his strength, a palm could even slap him to pieces.

Murong Qingyan held back naturally not because of kindness.

The first is that Murong Qingyan doesn't want to appear as a murderous maniac. After all, now, the superficial skill still needs to be done.

Although Murong Qingyan won a beautiful battle, it still disappointed many people and did not appreciate Murong Qingyan's high skills at all.

It seems that it is impossible for ordinary people to face Murong Qingyan for a few more moves.

There is no way, the gap is too big. Murong Qingyan's cultivation has reached the human realm, and a warrior who has not reached the human realm is nothing in front of him.

After one ring is over, the next group of people will compete and continue in order.

Soon, another eye-catching existence appeared on the Saint Terrace.

Heavenly scenery.

Tianjing was dressed in white and held a sword in his hand to the stage.

"Tianjing, a disciple of Tianyuan Ancient Palace." Tianjing clasped his fists.

Another person who came on stage was a pretty woman with a beautiful face, with a hint of heroic spirit between the corners of her eyebrows, and a four-foot sword in her hand.

"Muyu Prince's Mansion in the Southern Region, Han Yuyan."

The one who fought against Tianjing was Han Yuyan, the leader of the Muyu Palace in the southern territory of the Jun family.

Although Han Yuyan is not as talented as Murong Qingyan in the Jun family, she is not much worse. She just entered the sixth realm of Xuanhuang a few days ago.

In the competition in the Starry Sky Constant Heaven Realm, he was unlucky and was defeated by Tang Ying and lost his top 360 positions. It was not because she was not strong enough.

After these two people appeared, they attracted the attention of many people.

The two of them may have a very exciting battle.
Chapter completed!