Bei Mingxuan laughed proudly, and Zhao Yanran couldn't help but stand up: "Bei Mingxuan, you have this heart to die. Even if you die, I will not marry you!"

"You are Zhao Yanran?" Bei Mingxuan laughed instead of anger. He looked at him for a while, and then said, "I am really beautiful. Today I am really not in vain. If you don't want the entire Zhao family to disappear on the mainland, then wait for me to marry you."

"You!" Zhao Yanran's face was flushed, and she was so angry that she didn't know what to say. She really didn't dare to bet on the entire Zhao family.

Zhao Tian's face turned pale, and his ten fingers clenched into an iron fist, but he felt the cold breath of the old man behind Prince Beiming. If he had any abnormal movement, he would definitely take action, and his strength was not as good as him.

A small impatience will cause trouble. Zhao Tian knew that if he took action, the Zhao family would be doomed, so he could only endure it.

At this moment, Bei Mingxuan stood up and condensed a sword energy from his hand, and the emperor's energy condensed the sword!

"Brush!" Bei Mingxuan walked to the wide wall of the hall, and the sword energy in his hand danced on the wall. A clanging sound came. After a flash of lightning, a line of big words appeared on the wall.

"War letter, my son Bei Mingxuan, the son of Bei Mingxuan, does not want the dignified talisman master to fall into the hands of a waste. He declares war on Zhao Qing, the adopted son of the Zhao family, with a two-year agreement - the winner Bei Mingxuan!"

The nomination after the war book is two more words - the winner is so exciting. The meaning of this war book is very straightforward. Bei Mingxuan has seen that Zhao Qing is a waste, and he is already a victorious family.

A kind of humiliation that had never been seen surged into Zhao Qing's heart, and he was fighting a letter on the walls of the Zhao family's hall, which was a humiliation of his adoptive father and the entire Zhao family, threatening his fiancée, and mocking him as a waste!

Everything made Zhao Qing's anger burn. If he had the strength, he would want to kill Bei Mingxuan immediately. However, he did not have the power. He gritted his teeth and walked towards the wall with the book of war written on it. He quickly raised his right hand and tore the skin of his left arm with his fingernails, spraying blood.

At this moment, Zhao Qing used the blood flowing from his arm and used martial arts to punch the blood towards the stone wall. With a loud bang, a few shocking bright red words appeared in front of everyone!

"Swear with my blood, fight! Never die!"

Fight! Never die! Wow! Looking at the bright red blood words, everyone was shocked to hear it. Zhao Yanran even covered her small mouth, her delicate body trembled, and her eyes were filled with tears...

"Qing'er," Zhao Tian felt a throbbing inside, and he felt a torn pain in his heart. Qing'er is only sixteen years old, why should he face such a shame?

If his strength is not much worse than that of Bei Ming, can Bei Mingxuan humiliate his adopted son so much in the mansion? Zhao Tian felt sad and angry, hated his unhelpful emperor, and hated that he could not give Zhao Qing a reliable arm.

"Okay, okay!" Bei Mingxuan was very moved when he saw Zhao Qing's hideous face, and even felt a sense of fear. But after thinking about it, what big waves can the sixteen-year-old imperial energy level cause?

The old man behind him was moved by it. Is he really only sixteen years old? If he could grow up, his tenacity and indomitable nature would inevitably pose a threat to the North Pole Mansion.

But thinking about Zhao Qing’s imperial cultivation for four years, the old man shook his head. Maybe I was thinking too much...

"I'm waiting for you in the Beiming Palace!" Bei Mingxuan smiled coldly and then took the old man to leave.

The entire Zhao family was silent and a little terrifying. They just stared blankly at the big words written in blood. Where did Zhao Qing get the courage to challenge the North Black Palace?

Everyone's expressions were dull, thinking in their hearts that if they were themselves, they would have surrendered long ago. Today's events will never be gone in their minds.

"Is it worth it?" Zhao Yanran walked to him with tears in her eyes, took out a spa and trapped his arm, stopped the blood, and choked.

With Zhao Qing's current cultivation level, even if he has the talent of Bei Mingxuan, he will not be able to catch up with him. After all, Bei Mingxuan's cultivation level cannot stagnate. Therefore, in everyone's eyes, Zhao Qing is seeking death.

Is it worth it? Zhao Qing also wanted to ask himself, the answer is yes, it is worth it! If even dignity is gone, then what is the point of living? Gently wipe off the tears on Zhao Yanran's face and smiled indifferently: "I have to protect some things, even if I die, I have no regrets."

Zhao Yanran naturally knew what it was, and tears fell down. In the past, she always treated Zhao Qing as her little brother and cared for her like a husband. Now she truly understood that his belief was to protect herself.

Zhao Qing strode away, but under his thin back, everyone felt extremely tall...

Many years later, that line of bright red war books has always become the driving force for every new generation of Zhao family to work hard to practice. Fight! Never stop until death!

The night sky is colorful and the moon is like a silver plate. Zhao Qing once again came to the attic of his hut. Sitting alone, his heart is complicated and unspeakable. He has no regrets about today's actions. Even if he does it again, he will still swear with blood and make a vow with the Prince of Beiming. Either you die or I die.

In two years, it seems that it is harder to defeat a super genius who is now an emperor... Zhao Qing clenched his fists, but even if he dies, he will not be in vain in the world!

People have reverse scales, and Zhao Qing is no exception.

"Young people nowadays are getting more and more cowardly," said an extremely strange voice from Zhao Qing's body, saying that he was weird because the voice was so stingy, like the voice of a child under three years old, but his tone was extremely mature, and he called Zhao Qing a young man, which was extremely strange.

Zhao Qing's heart skipped a beat and he was so scared that he immediately jumped up: "Who is it!"

A purple light flashed across the jade pendant in front of Zhao Qing's chest, and a three-year-old child wearing a red bellyband and bare butt appeared in front of him!

The little boy had a bare round head, big eyes and small mouth, and his eyes were as clear as water, deep as stars in the sky. It was really beautiful. The appearance of the bald baby blinded Zhao Qing's krypton-gold dog eyes. What was the trouble?

"Who are you?" Zhao Qing tried hard to swallow a mouthful of saliva and said in shock.

"Hmph," the little boy said proudly: "I'm afraid I'll scare you to death if I say it, so it's better not to say it."

A few black threads appeared on Zhao Qing's head and said speechlessly: "Are you a human or a monster?"

"Not all, your cultivation is too low. When your cultivation reaches a certain level, I will tell you," the little boy said helplessly.

Zhao Qing's eyes lit up: "You mean, do you want to help me?"

"I originally didn't want to help you. My generations of masters are all extremely cool beings, but you were snatched by someone to get your wife and get your home. Do you think you are living a frustrated life?" The little boy said in a silence, but in his words, there was a kind of aura that an adult taught a lesson for a child.
Chapter completed!