Princess Lan Xue did not bring anyone else, only Ye Qing, the nominal personal guard. Of course, Xiao Yi was naturally following Ye Qing. Then she went straight to the prince's mansion.
The eldest prince's mansion was not far away. It took only half an hour for the two of them to arrive, and they didn't leave quickly.
Ye Qing looked at the ordinary courtyard wall in front of him and thought to himself: "It seems that this big prince is simpler and his mansion is not luxurious at all. Not to mention the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, even the Lanxue Princess Mansion is many times more luxurious than here."
As if he saw Ye Qing’s confusion, Princess Lan Xue smiled and said, “Don’t be deceived by her appearance. My elder brother likes to study mechanism formations and other things. In fact, what we are seeing now is an illusion array. Even if my elder brother’s mansion is not as good as the Zhenbei Palace, it is much more luxurious than mine.”
As if to prove Princess Lan Xue's words, the originally ordinary courtyard wall instantly turned into a ball of blue smoke. After the blue smoke disappeared, what appeared in front of me was an extremely tall red wall, and two golden doors as high as ten meters slowly opened.
Then, a team of soldiers of the martial spirit level walked out in neat steps. Finally, there were two tall men, one of whom looked in his thirties, wearing a purple-gold crown on his head. He exuded a condescending momentum, and the fluctuations of his true energy were also very obvious. Ye Qing could tell at a glance that this person's cultivation was far above Princess Lan Xue, and he probably had reached the semi-saint realm. This person should be the owner of this mansion, the eldest prince of the Holy Fire Empire.
Behind him was an old man in his sixties. At first glance, this man seemed ordinary. But when Ye Qing's eyes fell on him, the old man's originally squinting eyes suddenly opened, and an unprecedented murderous aura emanated from him. It seemed that what he saw in front of him was not an old man, but a sea of blood.
Ye Qing knew that this was emitted by the old man accidentally. He did not deliberately make things difficult for him. This shows that the life on the old man's hand could no longer be described as numbers. It was really crawling out of a sea of corpses and blood.
"Brother, little sister is here again."
Princess Lan Xue said lightly, in front of outsiders, Princess Lan Xue always looks cold. Only when she is alone with Ye Qing can she see her smile. This makes Ye Qing always think of her junior sister, the woman who is only gentle to her.
"Lan Xue, I have said a long time ago. Don't come again without a Martial Saint-level helper. Not everyone can get through this muddy water. Go back!"
The majestic man in his thirties said with a stern face, and then turned around and went back, but he didn't intend to leave his sister to sit for a while.
Seeing the man's reaction, Princess Lan Xue was not surprised at all. After seeing the man turn around, she slowly said: "Of course I came here with confidence. I have found a Martial Saint-level helper."
The voice was very light and there was no sense of color. But the man who had already stepped into the door seemed to have froze and stopped in an instant.
Seeing the man's reaction, Princess Lan Xue's eyes showed a little slight pride, but she didn't say anything else.
However, the excited scene in my imagination did not appear. The man who turned around not only showed any joy, but showed a hint of vigilance.
"Lan Xue, the martial saint master is not a cabbage. How can you find such a good person? It's not an undercover sent by a guy with a bad intention."
After saying that, he looked at Ye Qing, but when he saw that there was no fluctuation of true energy on Ye Qing's body, he suddenly showed a hint of doubt, and then looked at his sister, waiting for her answer.
Princess Lan Xue walked forward two steps and came to the eldest prince, then said, "Do you think I am such a easy person to cheat? I won't do anything that I'm not sure about. Today I'm here to ask you for an answer. I wonder if my elder brother's words before still count?"
The man glanced at Princess Lan Xue, thought for a moment and said, "I can naturally trust your abilities. Since that's the case, please invite that person over. As long as the requirements meet, I will naturally not go back on my word. Then I can discuss the plan together."
"The person has arrived, it's this Brother Ye."
Lan Xue said and smiled at Ye Qing, which was discussed before. Ye Qing mainly found a master to have a good discussion, and Princess Lan Xue also needed to prove that she already had the support of a martial saint-level expert.
Seeing Lan Xue's smile, Ye Qing took two steps forward and came to Princess Lan Xue.
Seeing that the person coming was really this young man with half of the mask, the eldest prince and the old man behind him flashed a hint of doubt at the same time. However, the eldest prince was not an ordinary person after all, without any hesitation, and immediately walked towards Ye Qing with a smile.
"It turns out that Mr. Ye is here, and I hope to forgive Ziheng's previous negligence. It's Ziheng's eyes are so clumsy, please!"
The eldest prince's name is Lan Ziheng. When he heard that the young man in front of him who could not see any cultivation was the master of the Martial Saint level, he immediately looked like a respectful and polite person. Ye Qing could not adapt for a while.
Maybe this is the power strategy of the imperial family, and Ye Qing is too lazy to study it. Since the other party is so polite, he will not be arrogant, so he nodded and walked in with the eldest prince.
"Brother, Brother Ye heard that Master Blood Hand is at Brother Brother's Mansion, so he came here specially. I wonder if Master Blood Hand is willing to show off one or two hands?"
On the surface, Princess Lan Xue was discussing the matter with the eldest prince, but in fact she was giving a challenge to Ye Qing. Princess Lan Xue knew that Ye Qing didn't like to listen to some meaningless words, so she didn't want to waste time.
The eldest prince also had this idea in his heart. Although he believed that his sister would never deceive him, he could not feel the fluctuation of the true energy power on Mr. Ye, who was wearing a mask. Generally, there are only two explanations for this situation. One is that the person has reached the level of the God of War, and the true energy power in his body has been transformed into divine power, so he cannot feel the existence of the true energy power. The other explanation is that this person has never practiced at all, so he naturally cannot feel the true energy power.
The eldest prince did not feel the breathless momentum and majesty of the Martial God from Ye Qing. Besides, how could a Martial God meet his sister? An existence of that level would not take any empire seriously at all, let alone the prince or princess of the empire.
But after seeing Ye Qing's eyes, the eldest prince was convinced that this person was definitely not a person who had never practiced, so he couldn't help but be curious.
After seeing the eyes of the eldest prince, Blood Hand Wuqing, the master who has been famous for decades, nodded to the princess and then said: "Since the princess wants to see, there is no problem. But I am ruthless in my move, and it will be fatal. If you fail, please forgive me."
Although Blood Hand Wurong is only a second-level Martial Saint, he was famous in the Fengyun Continent decades ago. There were countless masters who died at his hands, even a strong man who had just been promoted to the Martial Saint. All those who could kill all the strong men in the same level were selected from thousands of people. As a peerless strong man, he naturally had his own temper and style.
In his opinion, the young man in front of him had no killing atmosphere. He was probably the successor of a certain ancient family or hidden sect who had experienced it. After seeing the princess' appearance, the newborn's admiration came to the limelight. Such people who have not experienced the test of life and death cannot be compared with themselves.
Blood Hand was ruthlessly prepared to teach this fledgling boy a profound lesson, and at this time he had already arrived in an open space. There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, and he looked at Ye Qing as if he was looking at an ignorant child.