"...cough cough...grandpa, grandpa...spare my life..."
Feng Xingtong could barely hear the hoarse voice, as if his throat had been broken.
A teasing smile appeared on her lips, and she put a little effort on her feet, "Speak louder, didn't you eat just now?"
"Grandpa!" Xiao Jinyan shouted at the top of his lungs, and then started breathing heavily.
He felt that if he didn't seek medical treatment, he would die soon.
True to her word, Feng Xingtong lifted her foot that was on his back and said with a smile: "Good grandson, grandpa, I will spare your life, go away."
She took out the folding fan fastened to her lower back, shook it off and walked towards Feng Cang leisurely.
Xiao Cuishan immediately rushed over and hugged Xiao Jinyan, stuffed a pill into his mouth, "Jinyan, hold on, grandpa will take you home."
He knelt down directly towards the emperor and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, my grandson is in danger, please ask your Majesty to let the imperial doctor save him!"
"Take him to the side hall quickly, and the imperial doctor will treat him immediately." Of course, the emperor could not refuse Xiao Cuishan's request, and immediately arranged for the imperial doctor to follow him for treatment.
Feng Xingtong easily defeated Xiao Jinyan, which made people around her dare not underestimate her.
Xiyao stood beside the emperor, her eyes almost burning.
She didn't expect Xiao Jinyan to be such a loser. He couldn't beat Feng Xingtong with the Spirit Storage Sword. She was really angry to death.
Feng Xingtong must be seriously injured tonight to have the leverage to negotiate with Feng Cang!
Xiyao immediately winked at Murong Lingyun, who was full of reluctance, but did not dare to resist Xiyao.
Just when everyone was about to disperse, Murong Lingyun suddenly stood up.
"Feng Xingtong, why don't we discuss and learn from each other?" Murong Lingyun said, holding his neck.
Feng Xingtong narrowed her eyes at him, chuckled, and asked meaningfully: "You and I have no enmity, so in what capacity do you challenge me? Could it be that... you are jealous of my relationship with Princess Xiyao?" engagement?"
She really wanted to beat Murong Lingyun, but now it would seem a bit weird for her to agree to Murong Lingyun easily. After all, Murong Lingyun is a Seven Star Spiritist, but she is still a waste.
Simply find a reason for Murong Lingyun so that she can go up the steps.
Murong Lingyun immediately said: "That's right! You, a loser, have occupied Yaoyao for more than ten years. You are not worthy of her at all!"
"Very good, you succeeded in irritating my prince." Feng Xingtong closed the folding fan with a snap and said through gritted teeth, "My prince and Yaoyao are in love. If you hadn't used despicable means, Are you worthy of being a consort?"
"Hmph, today my prince is going to show Yaoyao how much of a waste you are!"
There was murderous look on her handsome face, which showed that she really loved Xiyao very much.
The corners of Xiyao's mouth under the veil were slightly raised. Sure enough, she had praised Feng Xingtong before, and this loser was ready to compete with Murong Lingyun.
Tsk tsk, Murong Lingyun is a Seven-Star Spiritualist, much more powerful than Xiao Jinyan.
Feng Xingtong strode up to Murong Lingyun and said fiercely: "Since we are going to fight, there must be a bet, otherwise I will not play house with you."
"Okay, what bet do you want?" Murong Lingyun said nonchalantly.
"The bet is your spiritual root, how about it?" Feng Xingtong's dark eyes were dark, and his emotions could not be seen.
Murong Lingyun raised his eyebrows and said very conceitedly: "Okay, but if you lose, do you have any spiritual roots to dig for me?"
"If I lose, I will give you my life!" Feng Xingtong shouted loudly.
"Xingxing! Don't talk nonsense!" Feng Cang scolded her at the right time, looking very angry.
Feng Xingtong completely ignored Feng Cang and stared at Murong Lingyun closely.
"Okay! It's settled!" Murong Lingyun agreed immediately, fearing that Feng Cang would regret it if Feng Cang said another word.
Feng Cang threatened Murong Lingyun, "Young boy from the Murong family, if you dare to hurt a hair of my Xingxing, I will kill you!"
The emperor said in a deep voice: "Feng Aiqing, Ling Yun is Xiyao's consort, you can't hurt him."
Feng Cang nodded aggrievedly, "I will obey the Holy Order."
When Murong Lingyun saw that the emperor was speaking for him, he immediately felt that his life was saved. He arrogantly reached out and poked Feng Xingtong on the shoulder, "Feng Xingtong, I am not that good-for-nothing Xiao Jinyan. Today... ..You are dead!"
Feng Xingtong pushed him, "You can't afford to apologize for staining my clothes with your dirty hands."
The image of a playboy and good-for-nothing was vividly portrayed by her.
The two of them separated. Murong Lingyun took the long sword handed over by the palace attendant, pointed at Feng Xingtong and said: "I'll give you three moves, take action."
"Don't come here, I don't care about you!" Feng Xingtong waved her folding fan gently, and her posture was very casual. It can be said that she was full of flaws.
Murong Lingyun couldn't see him being so arrogant. In the past, he was just a loser who bore the title of the prince of the Hou family. Today, people are coming to his door to seek death. He must teach him a lesson!
Holding the long sword tightly, a sword energy was swung out very fast.
At the same time, two vines grew out of the grass not far away and quickly stretched out in the direction of Feng Xingtong.
Feng Xingtong stood on the spot and moved slightly. She threw the folding fan in her hand casually. Like an iron tool sharpening iron, she directly cut off the vines at her feet. The vines instantly turned into green spiritual light spots and disappeared. .
At the same time, she dodged the sword energy and attacked Murong Lingyun.
Murong Lingyun quickly used the wood spirit power to mobilize two rattan sticks, kicked hard with his toes, and headed towards Feng Xingtong.
Feng Xingtong was using her bare hands, no matter what, she would lose.
But a magical scene happened. The long sword landed on top of her head, and she actually gently held the sharp blade with two fingers.
Murong Lingyun was immediately shocked, "Are your hands made of iron?"
"Young Master is a true man of iron and blood!" Feng Xingtong showed a cold smile.
The next moment, she flicked her fingertips, causing the sword to tremble.
Murong Lingyun's hands were numb from the shock.
He also smiled, "Feng Xingtong, look behind you!"
Feng Xingtong felt spiritual power fluctuations behind her. She turned around and saw dense vines being drawn towards her.
Everyone around seemed to have pressed the pause button, and they all stared at this scene quietly.
If so many canes are pulled out, Feng Xingtong will be disabled even if she doesn't die!
"Go to hell!" Murong Lingyun suddenly stepped back with a smile on his lips.
The dense vines fell down, directly pressing Feng Xingtong underneath.
Although the wood spirit power is not very lethal, it is enough to deal with people without spiritual roots.
There was a "pop" sound, and dust splashed on the ground.
Feng Xingtong was pressed underneath.
Even Feng Cang, who knew that Feng Xingtong had some cultivation, clenched his fists tightly at this moment, "Xingxing——"
He wanted to rush over, but he heard the emperor on the side say: "Feng Aiqing, if you go there now, it means that Xingtong has lost. Even if he is not dead, he will give his life to Murong Lingyun."
Feng Cang calmed down and said slowly: "Your Majesty is right, I won't go."
Murong Lingyun looked at the bunch of rattans proudly and said happily: "I won!"
"Really?" A low and cold male voice sounded.
Everyone immediately looked in the direction of the source of the sound.
The young man was dressed in white, and the folding fan in his hand was slowly swinging in front of his chest. He stood on the grass in the distance, and the moonlight fell on him, as if an immortal had arrived.
"How could this happen! When did you go there!" Murong Lingyun couldn't believe his eyes. He clearly saw Feng Xingtong being pressed under the cane with his own eyes.
"What, are you disappointed?" Feng Xingtong walked mysteriously, and walked in front of Murong Lingyun in a few steps.
Murong Lingyun immediately hit her with his sword, but she easily defeated him with a folding fan.
The boy in white's movements were very slow, as if he was pushing and pulling lightly, and he neutralized Murong Lingyun's attack to pieces.
A punch as heavy as a thousand punch hit Murong Lingyun's abdomen. He fell to the ground instantly, and his dantian, which was covering his abdomen, curled up in pain.
"Weren't you very proud just now?" Feng Xingtong looked at him condescendingly.
The Seven-Star Spiritualist was still a Wood Spiritual Root, and she had never taken him seriously.
As long as she didn't reveal her cultivation, she could easily defeat Murong Lingyun.
Feng Xingtong picked up the long sword on the ground and pressed the blade against Murong Lingyun's waist, "I want to see what Mu Linggen looks like and whether he is worthy of Princess Xiyao."
Murong Lingyun's father repeatedly stopped him, "Be merciful!"
"Your Majesty, your Majesty, please save my Ling Yun!"
"He is your future son-in-law!"
"Princess Xiyao, please tell Your Majesty, Ling Yun is your fiancé!" Seeing that the emperor ignored him, Murong Cheng turned to Xiyao for help.
Xiyao narrowed her eyes and looked at Murong Lingyun who fell to the ground, and cursed him as a waste in her heart.
She glanced at Murong Cheng and said coolly: "How can this princess marry someone who can't even defeat Feng Xingtong?"
"But you and Ling Yun are both like that! If you don't marry him, who else can you marry?" Murong Cheng suddenly spoke erratically, and only after he finished speaking did he realize that he had said the wrong thing.
Not only did Xiyao's face darken, but the Queen also ordered with a cold face, "Come here, drive Dr. Murong out of the palace!"
Murong Cheng was so frightened that he kowtowed repeatedly and was not kicked out.
Over there, Feng Xingtong had pierced Murong Lingyun's Dantian with a sword and saw the light green spiritual root inside.
"Tsk, tsk, the color is so light, it seems that the cultivation qualifications are average."
She spoke in disgust while bending down to grab Murong Lingyun's wood spirit root.
She gently grabbed the light green wood spirit root and shook it around. "You guys should also see what the wood spirit root looks like."
"Damn Feng Xingtong! Stop it!" Murong Cheng shouted loudly.
As he roared, the wood spirit roots turned into light green spots of light, falling from Feng Xingtong's fingers.
"It's so boring. It's really a waste that is not worthy of Yaoyao."
Over there, Xiyao was furious, but she also knew that she could only go here today.
It turns out that Feng Xingtong still likes her, so it's easy to handle.
Feng Xingtong looked in the direction of Xiyao and smiled at her, maximizing the advantages of her face.
Xiyao lowered her eyelashes as if she was shy.
Very good, let's see how she handles this good-for-nothing prince tonight...
