Ji Miaoyi's neck felt hot, her face was shy, and she smiled generously: "Senior, you also said that your highness is born in the 2000s. What era is it? Today's young people pursue free love."
"Therefore, His Highness will not recruit a son-in-law, nor does he have any plans to do so."
Yingchang refused to give up: "Your Highness, my young master has extraordinary blood, talent, and character. He is the best choice."
Ji Miaoyi's voice became colder: "Senior, there is no need to say anything more."
Yingchang was a little displeased: "Your Highness is so decisive, could it be that you already have someone in mind?"
Ji Miaoyi shook her head and chuckled, unwilling to say more, as she was no longer interested in this topic.
Yingchang also knew this, but he did not give up until he achieved his goal: "In this way, if I lose to Your Highness, I am willing to return the lost treasure of the Ji family."
Ji Miaoyi's smile suddenly stiffened: "Senior said it was a colorful vase?"
Yingchang smiled: "Exactly, I know the whereabouts of the colorful vase. If His Highness agrees to compete in martial arts to find a bride, I am willing to use my life to bring back the colorful vase and present it to His Highness."
Ji Miaoyi's chest rose and fell slightly, and then her beautiful eyes sank: "Okay, I agree to compete in martial arts to find a bride."
Yingchang added: "A month later, there will be a competition to recruit a bride."
Ji Miaoyi said in a deep voice: "Okay, it's settled."
The colorful vase is extremely important to the Ji family. The Xuanyuan Sword can be lost, but the colorful vase is related to the fate of the Ji family. The family has been looking for the colorful vase for three hundred years, and has sacrificed generation after generation.
If you can get back the colorful vase, agreeing to compete in martial arts to find a bride is nothing at all.
A martial arts competition is not an engagement. As long as she wins, nothing will happen.
"Very good, very good."
Yingchang has a great heart and claps his hands.
Ying Ni, the young master of the Zulong clan, is close to forty years old this year, and his strength is not weaker than that of his ninth ancestor. When he comes out of seclusion in half a month, his strength will definitely be further improved.
Ji Miaoyi agreed to compete in martial arts to recruit a bride, and the rest was easy. Ying Ni participated in the martial arts competition to recruit a bride, came out on top, and became the son-in-law of the Ji family.
Although the door-to-door son-in-law was not glorious, many years later, he won the right to speak for the Ji family.
The ancient royal family wasted no time in pursuing a century-old plan.
At this moment, Qin Fan frowned slightly and thought to himself: "Seven-colored treasure vase? In the previous life, the empress sister traveled to the world and also got a seven-color treasure vase. Is it the same one?"
Thinking of this, Qin Fan suddenly smiled and murmured to himself: "It seems that my fate with Her Royal Highness goes beyond that."
Roar!
Suddenly, a dragon roar came from the sky, resounding in all directions and deafening.
Qin Fan immediately looked up and saw that it was Yingchang who was holding a jade bottle and gulping down the mysterious ancient blood. Then a crimson blood surge erupted from his body, exploding in all directions like a giant wave.
The sound of dragon roar erupted from Yingchang's body.
"The ancient blood of the ancestral dragon?" Feeling the unparalleled power emanating from the mysterious ancient blood, Qin Fan's eyes suddenly froze.
The ancient blood of the ancestral dragon, this is what Liu Mengyao dreams of, and this is also Qin Fan's promise to Liu Mengyao.
Moreover, the ancient blood of the ancestral dragon is different from the blood flowing in the body of the ancestral dragon. The ancient blood of the ancestral dragon is the true blood of the ancestral dragon. It is priceless and comparable to Chi You's demon blood.
Drink one drop, one drop less.
Yingchang drank heavily, as if he wanted no money, which made Qin Fan's heart feel like a knife.
In the blink of an eye, the old and haggard body was filled with endless vitality. It was reborn and quickly transformed into a tall middle-aged man. His back was majestic, like a god, and his every move was full of energy.
Surging power.
"Hahaha, I have never felt so refreshed and refreshed in many years. I am so happy!"
Yingchang's laughter shook the sky.
Ji Miaoyi's expression was extremely solemn: "Are you looking back?"
She knows the dragon blood secret technique of the Ancestral Dragon clan. Using the secret technique internally and drinking the ancient blood of the Ancestral Dragon externally can increase the strength of her own bloodline in a short period of time, and then greatly increase her strength.
Although Yingchang's strength has not returned to its peak, it cannot be underestimated.
"I have been famous for a long time. The leader of the Taoist sect once fought with me and was only able to defeat me by half a move."
Yingchang's eyebrows were beaming and he looked at Ji Miaoyi confidently, "His Royal Highness has extraordinary blood and will definitely have a bright future in the future, but he is still too immature."
Ji Miaoyi said quietly: "Bloodline has a golden period. Once the golden years are passed, the peak will be gone forever."
"The secret skills of the Zulong clan are indeed very strong, but the seniors are still far behind their peak, so they are not invincible."
As she spoke, Ji Miaoyi raised her hand, and a snow-white mysterious streamer appeared all over her body, quickly wrapping around Ji Miaoyi's delicate body. Moonlight emitted from the streamer, dancing in the nine heavens, like a goddess in the moon, noble and mysterious,
Unparalleled elegance.
"It's actually the ancient divine weapon Moon God Ling!"
When Master Shang Yang saw this thing, he immediately exclaimed.
"Moon God Ling? The seventh in the ancient magic weapon list, the Moon God Ling! This thing is actually in the hands of Princess Miaoyi? When did the Ji family get it?" The eyes of the real Dragon Fist were as wide as lanterns.
Master Shang Yang said in a deep voice: "The Moon God Ling can show the vision of flying into the sky and turning into the moon. It is the only ancient magic weapon among many ancient magic weapons that has both offensive and defensive capabilities and has the vision."
"Legend has it that it is the shawl ribbon left behind by the Moon God Chang Xi when he flew to the moon."
"The Ji family's background is indeed unfathomable. They took possession of such a treasure without saying a word."
When Yingchang saw the Moon God Ling, his eyes were shocked: "His Highness is indeed unfathomable, and he actually carries the ancient magic weapon."
"It's a pity that in the face of absolute strength, the ancient magic weapons are just decorations."
"Look at the punch! Flying Dragon Fist!"
As soon as Yingchang stepped on his feet, the sky roared, as if he turned into a blood dragon and burst out of the air, broke through the sound barrier, crossed a distance of a thousand meters, and reached dozens of meters in front of Ji Miaoyi with a snap of his fingers.
Boom boom boom!
The next moment, Yingchang punched thirty-three times in a row. Each punch's mark was a hundred meters in size, hitting Ji Miaoyi from all directions. For a moment, the earth shook, the sky was shaking, and the sky was about to burst.
"break!"
Ji Miaoyi looked calm and waved a jade finger gently, and the Moon Goddess Ribbon around her suddenly flew ten feet away and turned into a circle surrounding Ji Miaoyi.
The next moment, bloody fist marks all over the sky hit Moon God Ling.
However, the Moon Goddess Ling was not shattered. It seemed to be an indestructible moat, blocking the monsters and monsters washed ashore from the rivers, lakes and seas, and even blocking the dragons from all over the world!
Boom boom boom!
Those fists hit the Moon God Ling and melted away instantly!
In the blink of an eye, thirty-three fists were blocked.
Ji Miaoyi, protected by the Moon God Ling, was unscathed!
"How is it possible? The defensive power of Moon God Ling is so terrifying? I have 50% combat power, but I can't do anything to it!" Ying Chang took a breath of air, shocked.
A whooshing sound.
Suddenly, Ji Miaoyi took the Moon God Ling and turned into a purple light and escaped, disappearing out of thin air.
This is the power of the Seven Colored Deer.
"not good!"
Yingchang stood up in shock and immediately flew away, away from the sky.
The Seven-Colored Deer's concealment is simply an invincible magical power. It cannot be cracked until the Seven-Colored Deer's spiritual power is exhausted.
But Ji Miaoyi is not Liu Mengyao. She has followed Qiselu since she was a child. No one knows how to use the power of Qiselu better than her.
The next second, Yueshen Ling suddenly appeared behind Yingchang and swept toward Yingchang.
"I will destroy your magic weapon today!"
Yingchang snorted coldly, with overwhelming fighting spirit. He grabbed the Moon God Ling with both hands and exploded with all his strength, trying to tear the Moon God Ling into pieces.
However, the moon goddess Ling suddenly melted away and turned into moonlight, shining on Yingchang.
"It's over!"
Yingchang immediately felt a chill in his heart.
The next moment, the moonlight condensed into the Moon Goddess Silk, which was bound to Yingchang. Yingchang was instantly wrapped into a mummy, unable to move.