Miss Fengqi is very good at martial arts now. If she wants to rely on competitions to restrain her, it seems a bit difficult to make her submit. Prince Yan has to think of other ways.
"From the current situation, how many warriors present are her opponents?" A trace of trouble appeared in Prince Yan's eyes.
If she really won the Heroes Conference, he would have to go to Fengjiazhuang to mediate the grievances of the six major families. Of course, this is not the result of Prince Yan’s concern, but his plan to let Miss Fengqi stay by his side.
It turned into a bubble.
A widow with a dead man, is he really so wronged to keep her?
"Do you want to arrange something for Weichen? Send a few masters from Wujing to the final to stop Miss Fengqi?" The man in the official dress stood aside respectfully and whispered.
"If that's really necessary, you can try it."
The prince Yan narrowed his handsome eyes. As the dignified Wu Jing crown prince, he had never been so flirting with his own power. He had always been fair and fair, but he had made an exception many times for the seventh lady of the Feng family.
"Weichen will make arrangements now, Miss Fengqi has improved to the finals."
The man in the official outfit seemed to be very confident in some of the masters of Wu Jing. After saying that, he turned around and left.
Prince Yan's eyes were still staring at the woman under the martial arts field. Miss Fengqi was wiping sweat and drinking water. She didn't know what funny things she heard. She sprayed out a sip of water, and her little hands slapped the chair beside her with her eyes.
They all laughed.
Why can she still be happy in such a harsh form, as if the sky falls and can be covered with a quilt, and isn’t there just a happy and unique woman around him?
Her face was still slightly red, her hair was wrapped around her forehead, and she didn't know what she was holding in her mouth, and she ate with relish. The prince's feast was so dazzled that she almost forgot to watch other competitions and fights.
"elder brother......"
Someone called out softly, and the prince turned around and saw his sister Princess Li Luo coming slowly.
Princess Li Luo brought four maids over, but she was still wearing a white gauze dress, giving people a clear and transparent feeling. She was wearing a light purple gauze strap on her shoulders, which was clearly and elegant.
Princess Li Luo likes this kind of walking in the crowd, creating an elegant and unrestrained atmosphere, and prefers to see the envious and awe-inspiring eyes of others. She is the daughter of Zhenwu, and the future favor of the Dragon Emperor of the Holy Land, from a certain extent.
She said that she was superior to other princesses because her body was covered with flawless blood.
"You don't think this kind of bloody scene is suitable," said the prince's feast.
"You know, Li Luo has never been afraid of blood since he was a child."
Princess Li Luo looked up at the blood-red martial arts field. She had no interest in the life and death of these people. Her eyes were only staring at a woman, Feng Zhilou, and her heart kept surging with Nirvana's words.
Nerongzhi told her that during the days when Shang disappeared, he was actually with a woman named Feng Zhilou. He was fascinated by her beauty and actually had sex with her in Fengjiazhuang. He was willing to fall in love with Long Ze.
At this time, although she had no expression and was calm, her heart seemed to be torn apart by something.
An ordinary country girl actually competed for a man with her. Undoubtedly, Feng Zhilou lured him.
Princess Li Luo looked at the woman in the blue shirt in the martial arts field with cold eyes. Although the Zhenwu Saint asked for no hatred and kindness, jealousy made her fall into deep hatred.
"What are you worried about?" Prince Yan asked Li Luo.
"No."
Li Luo answered simply. She didn't mention anything about Shang in Fengjiazhuang in front of her brother. Maybe some things were buried in her heart, which was much more beneficial to her than to say them. She didn't want people to laugh at her.
Even the wild girl from Fengjiazhuang is not as good as that in Shang's heart, she is a little confused.
"My brother pushed the concubine selection event and then pushed it. I heard it was for this woman named Feng Zhilou?"
"You'd better interfere less in my business." Yan restrained his gentleness and became a little unhappy.
"Li Luo knew my brother's thoughts and always supported every decision of his brother. Feng Zhilou was so beautiful that she was very smart. Whether it was martial arts, piano skills or singing, she was appreciated by her brother. It was said that it was hard to find a confidant, so how could her brother give up this opportunity?
I watched it for a long time and felt that my brother wanted to restrain Miss Fengqi through this competition, and it might be difficult to get what he wanted..."
Princess Li Luo said as she looked at the woman in the martial arts field, and a hint of hatred appeared in her eyes. If Feng Zhilou could become Wu Jing's crown princess, she would have lost her mind.
Shang is the best man in the holy land and a real dragon. Although she had just met and chatted, she was very moved and she would not marry him in this life.
Prince Yan frowned and whispered.
"you mean......"
"Hei-Tou Tuo has been in the Wujing prison for more than ten years and has been eager to enjoy the sunshine and rain for a while. Why don't my brother let him come out? It can definitely prevent Miss Fengqi from entering the finals..."
Li Luo's voice was long and slow, and his voice was swaying. But when he was talking, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes. Hei-headed Tuo was cruel and irritable by nature. He was a terrible mutant. He had killed countless masters and was eventually locked by ice silk screen.
He lived and was imprisoned in Wujing prison. He was once a real master of Wujing, but he was also the most dangerous person.
When Prince Yan heard Li Luo's words, he slapped the table hard and became angry.
"No mention of Blackheaded Dora in the future!"
"Li Luo is just reminding his brother that if Hei-headed Tuo comes out, it's not that my brother has the final say."
Princess Li Luo did not change her face because of her brother's anger. On the contrary, she was very calm and her eyes showed that ordinary people could not be calm and calm.
"After the Heroes Conference, the Wujing Association will hold a hero ceremony. At that time, the Holy Land Envoy will arrive in person, and the Sang will also appear. You should go back and prepare. It is better to come to the martial arts field less."
The prince's voice was a little cold. It seemed that the relationship between their brother and sister was not as good as expected. Li Luo turned around and walked back with his maid.
In the martial arts field, Feng Zhilou drank a few sips of water and beat Hunbao for more than ten times. He blamed him for his revenge for being too strong. The white-faced prodigal son looked like that. Why did it cruelly pinch his egg? That's not a waste.
Is it a waste?
Hunbao just drooped his ears and refused to respond. It didn't think it had done anything wrong. The owner's words were orders. If you say pinch, you must pinch them.
"Huanbao won't pinch it next time." Huanbao whispered.
"Do you dare to have a next time?"
Feng Zhilou grabbed its ears, maybe itchy, Hunbao laughed out loud, it was really ugly, everyone around him noticed it, and he really couldn't figure it out, this Seventh Miss is really a weirdo.
In the martial arts field, the old man from the Leng Houshi family kicked a warrior down from the stage, then turned around, looked at Feng Zhilou indifferently, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.