The late autumn season has brought a lonely coldness to the palace.

No one would have thought that on this late autumn night, a boy would angrily kill the fat man and burn Lingyun Palace.

The plates of firewood were burning very vigorously, and Fang Hao threw the strong wine in his hand to Yongye: "Drinking wine will make you brave!"

Yongye buried his head in a big shout.

"Brother! I already have the strength to practice Qi Eighth Heaven! The Tiger Power Flame Magical Technique has even given me the brave magic power to tear the two tigers apart! That fat man must be no match for me!"

"Very good! If a foundation-building monk intervenes, I will help you get some time!"

Yongye's face was no longer gentle, full of hideousness, and his eyes were bloodshot, like a demon.

"Brother! Your appearance gave me a second life. I really don't know how to thank you!"

Fang Hao also took a sip of the strong wine.

"It's better to thank fate than to thank me. It's fate that made you stop me at the alchemy ceremony. It's fate that made me look at you differently, and it's fate that made us have brotherhood."

Yongye seemed a little excited.

"Yongye doesn't understand what fate is, but Yongye knows that my elder brother is my reborn parent. In the future, as long as my elder brother says, I will not frown even if I go to the mountain of swords and go to the sea of ​​fire!"

"Okay! I can tell you what I'm called! My name is Fang Hao, remember this name!"

Yongye became more and more excited, and he gulped up his stomach with a big mouthful of wine, and he was full of passion: "Fang Hao? Brother Fang!"

"Okay! Second brother, eternal night! Tonight is the moment of your rebirth."

"Pick up the knife in your hand and have fun. All the consequences will be supported by your elder brother from behind..."

Yongye seemed a little drunk and took up a hatchet in a daze, a rusty hatchet.

He has no magic weapon in his body, and he can only rely on martial arts to support the tricks of fighting.

When his mother was there, she only passed on his skills but never gave him half a magic weapon...

Fang Hao did not mean to give him magic weapons, because the sharp claws of the Tiger Power Flame Demonic Art are the best magic weapons.

"Let's go!" Yongye held the hatchet and threw the wine pot aside, shouting angrily: "I want to kill someone!"

Fang Hao smiled as if he was looking at another perfect work of art, and quietly followed Yongye.

The Tianlang also cheered up, and it had not been so passionate for a long time.

All the old slaves were dismissed by Yongye. Although they were reluctant to give up their master and servant for many years, how could they let up so many thoughts at all?

The palace where the fat man lives is high-end, elegant, luxurious, and magnificent. This is Lingyun Palace.

In the middle of the night, the lights went out, and the late autumn wind came late, and it was like a roar of a demon.

The guards of Lingyun Palace sat lazily at the entrance of the hall, without any warning or precautions they should have.

That's right, this is Lingyun Palace, the imperial palace of the Great Zhao Kingdom, so how can there be any danger?

Even if there is danger, there are more powerful monks peeking in the dark, so naturally it is not their turn to worry about it.

Several guards felt bored and took out the dice: "Big, Xiaoxiao, buy it and leave!"

A few people started playing dice in front of the palace gate.

Just as they were having fun, a gust of wind suddenly slashed over their faces, making these moments smart, and the knife on their waists was pulled out in an instant.

But before they could take action, a magic light's sharp claw teared their heads.

Hum! The head was torn apart, and Yongye, who was covered in alcohol, walked out of the corner.

His eyes were covered with ferocious blood, which seemed particularly cruel and cruel.

Fang Hao followed behind like a ghost, without saying a word but was alert to the movements around him.

A hatchet stabbed the ground, and the loud noise made the entire Lingyun Palace tremble.

Maybe it was because of the alcoholic smell.

Yongye shouted with red eyes: "Fatty! Get out of here!"

Then, he lifted the hatchet on the ground openly and resisted it on his shoulders. The blood cloud above his head suddenly condensed, and he had already transformed into a bloodthirsty demon who had become a murderous person.

His voice suddenly became extremely loud and soon spread throughout the Lingyun Palace.

The third prince, Yongzhe, was practicing qigong in the secret room. When he heard the roar outside, his expression changed.

Before he could take action, three foundation-building masters in the palace appeared in front of him one after another.

"Prince! Someone attacked Lingyun Palace at night!" A red-faced old man in the head said with a serious expression.

Yongzhe, the fat man, was furious: "Who has such courage? How many people have come to the other party?"

The red-faced old man looked cold: "Two! There are only two people on the other side!"

"What are the cultivation levels of both of them?" The fat man breathed a sigh of relief.

"The prince also knows them at the tenth level of Qi training and the eighth level of Qi training." The old man with red face sighed.

"Ah? With such strength, you dare to attack Lingyun Palace at night. Can you be killed? Where do they come from?"

"Prince! They came from Yongye Mansion, one of them was your eighth brother, Yongye!

"The other one is the black-robed man who appeared at the alchemy ceremony not long ago, and Yongye's teacher!"

"What? Who are you talking about? Say it again!" The fat man thought he had heard it wrong and asked repeatedly.

The old man in red repeated without changing his expression: "It's your eighth brother: Yongye and his teacher!"

The fat man was sure that he heard it correctly and then raised his head and laughed: "Ha! Did he take the wrong medicine?"

Then, his face turned cold again, and he sneered in a tone that was almost like death: "Since he is looking for death, I will fulfill him."

"Anyway, he was the one who offended me first! Even if he killed him, his father would not be able to cure me..."

The old man in red also agreed: "Yes! That boy is crazy about gaining and losing his mind, so he should have shot him dead on the spot!"

After saying that, the group of people walked out of the secret room, and when they arrived in the hall, they saw the tragic scene that they would never forget in their lifetime.

Lingyun Palace, a total of 300 guards.

In addition, more than a dozen cultivators above the sixth level of Qi training were all spared, and they all died tragically under a pair of sharp claws with a flashing cold light.

And the boy in blood looked particularly hideous and terrifying against the sharp claws.

Yongye, with his own strength, proved that he is not a waste.

He is not a young prince who can be bullied, but an outstanding young man with blood and potential.

He loved military tactics since childhood and couldn't help but shout: "Killing one is a crime, and killing ten thousand is a hero. If you kill nine million, you will be a hero."

After a sip of strong wine, he climbed the murderous intent to the extreme, and bloody flames shone in his pupils.

Fang Hao followed him, and any missing head would be killed without any slightest attack.

Two people, a hatchet, slaughtered all the people in the hall in a very short time.

Yongzhe looked at the cruel and scathing scene in front of him blankly, and shock and fear completely occupied his mind.
Chapter completed!