"No, there's an assassin!"
Bai Chen repeated, this is the palace of the Divine Sword Immortal Dynasty, and there are several Mahayana monks in charge. Who dares to assassinate here?
He must be someone with outstanding strength, at least a monk who can kill people under the eyes of a Mahayana monk.
At least he is also a combined monk.
If Bai Chen encounters this kind of killer...
"Why are you panicking? A mere killer is causing trouble here. Even a Mahayana monk will not be mad for long. At most, it will be over in just one stick of incense."
Nangong Liu said disdainfully.
His eyes were full of contempt.
How is it appropriate to get so panicked over a trivial matter?
"You should be like me, calm and elegant——"
Just when Nangong Liu was boasting about himself, another voice sounded in the palace: "It's not an assassination, it's a power seizure! All the imperial guards gathered in the main hall immediately!"
"!!!"
Nangong Liu's face froze, and then he repeated: "No, it's a power grab! If there are at least several Mahayana monks in the plan to seize power, one mistake will kill you!"
Her panicked expression and chaotic pace fully demonstrated her panic.
How could he look so calm and calm just now?
Different from the killer.
No force can produce several Mahayana monks as killers.
Seizing power is different.
This is a battle within the Divine Sword Immortal Dynasty. The nobles of the dynasty are powerful in seizing power, and the power seizing power will definitely not be much weaker than that of Mu Yunfei and his father.
The number of Mahayana monks is different.
"Don't worry, why are you panicking? The battle for power will probably be settled by tomorrow. The two of you will learn from Qingxuan."
Mu Yunfei stretched out on his prince's chair, as if the battle for power had nothing to do with him.
Feng Qingxuan is the same as her Taoist companion.
He put away the Heavenly Spirit Sword and asked Bai Chen and Nangong Liu softly, "Do you need tea? Or does Senior Sister Nangong want spiritual wine?"
He took out the teapot from the space ring, and with graceful movements of his slender fingers, he took out the tea leaves from the wooden box and gently put them into the teapot.
Feng Qingxuan took out a jade pot, tapped it gently with his flexing hands, and the water condensed, and it boiled in just a moment.
Pour the boiling water from the jade kettle into the teapot.
A burst of tea leaves wafted out.
Four tea cups were poured, one cup was kept for himself, one cup floated in front of Mu Yunfei, and the other two cups were sent to Nangong Liu and Bai Chen respectively.
There was no trace of panic in his gentle and generous look.
Nangong Liu and Bai Chen: "..."
The two couldn't help but wonder if they were the ones with the problem. Did the battle for power in the Divine Sword Dynasty have nothing to do with a few people?
You know, the leader of the Divine Sword Immortal Dynasty is Mu Yunfei's biological father.
But Mu Yunfei is...
"Qingxuan's craftsmanship is still really good. Every time he tastes the spirit tea when others are in a panic, it has a unique flavor. You two, don't be anxious and sit down quickly."
The old god took a sip of tea with a leisurely look.
He even tried to persuade Bai Chen and the two of them.
Mu Yunfei, who was sitting high on the prince's chair, really felt like he was strategizing.
Urged by the eyes of Mu Yunfei and Feng Qingxuan, the two finally picked up the teacup and took a sip. The aroma of tea was fragrant, and the clear waves on the surface of the teacup were refreshing. One sip made people feel relaxed and happy.
Really good craftsmanship.
The panic expressions of Nangong Liu and Bai Chen have not faded, but the tense brows have relaxed a lot.
Mu Yunfei smiled and asked: "Senior Sister Nangong, since just now, have your Destiny Spirit Eyes given any warnings of life and death crises?"
"No, the Mahayana monks have exceeded my warning range, otherwise I wouldn't be so panicked."
"I see."
Only then did Mu Yunfei explain.
"You don't have to worry about rebellion, we will be fine. As for my father..."
At this point, Mu Yunfei paused and immediately spoke as a filial son.
"Although my father has never treated me badly on the spiritual stone, in fact our relationship is not very good. After all... the palace is ruthless!"
Nangong Liu and Bai Chen looked at each other.
That seems to be the case.
There is a saying that the most ruthless emperor's family.
Bai Chen also discovered something: "By the way, you have always called the emperor father. With your personality, you must use a more indulgent title and keep a distance... on purpose?"
"My talent is not good, and my mother has never played with the people in the harem, so she went back to her parents' home, leaving me a lonely child in the palace. Fortunately, my talent is not good, and the people in the harem didn't target me. I I don’t have much status, but just like that, my uncle felt sorry for me and took me to the Qinglian Sword Sect, where I met Qingxuan.”
Mu Yunfei's expression was calm, no anger could be seen, and there was even a hint of relief in his expression.
Bai Chen felt that the atmosphere was a bit solemn, and suddenly felt that he had been too much towards Mu Yunfei before, and he should not let Mu Yunfei pay the bill in the future.
Nangong Liu also felt that he should not beat Mu Yunfei violently at every turn, causing Mu Yunfei to lose face.
When the two of them were reflecting on their actions, Mu Yunfei said coquettishly: "But this is just right. There is no disadvantage except losing the right to inherit the throne."
"Not only do you not have to fight with other brothers and sisters, but you also get more spiritual stones every month than other brothers, and you can still gain respect from your father."
"When you are with Qingxuan, you don't need to ask about other people's opinions. Qingxuan and I also truly love each other. Come to Qingxuan, let's kiss -"
"Don't make trouble~ There are still people here~~"
Feng Qingxuan's delicate face flashed with blush.
The apologies in Bai Chen and Nangong Liu's hearts disappeared immediately.
This damn rich second generation should be squeezed by them. Otherwise, where would ordinary disciples like them find a sense of existence?
Especially Nangong Liu.
Due to the expense of spiritual wine, she was basically penniless for a long time. She was even more jealous, and her pale eyes that could not see emotion were full of resentment.
In order to reassure a few people, Mu Yunfei continued to add: "Don't worry, the formation of this Seventh Prince Palace is very expensive, and it contains a teleportation array and a defensive array. And..."
Mu Yunfei's eyes condensed, becoming wise and profound.
"No one dares to touch us!"
Bai Chen said: "Don't be so serious, I'm a little uncomfortable with it."
Nangong Liu was even more direct. He slapped Mu Yunfei on the head and said angrily: "Why are you pretending to be so sophisticated in front of me? Tell me the reason honestly, otherwise~~"
Nangong Liu shook his fist.
"Don't worry! Don't worry!"
Mu Yunfei stretched out his finger and pointed at the four people present in turn.
"We are important figures in the Qinglian Sword Sect, Elder Mo Wuqing behind Brother Bai, Master behind Senior Sister Nangong, my uncle..."
"Don't say I'm exaggerating. Anyone who wants to touch us needs to weigh his weight carefully, especially Elder Mo Wuqing's ability to kill Du Jie."
"My uncle only maintains a business relationship with the Divine Sword Immortal Dynasty. He has stopped participating in the succession of the throne long ago. No one will come to cause trouble because of my status as a prince. The most dangerous person now should be my good eldest brother, but he and I'm fine……"
"In a word, don't forget our own great sect."
…
"Thirty thousand!"
"Bang! One tube! Is this really good for us?"
After playing the cards in his hand, Bai Chen asked hesitantly while listening to the small shouts and sounds of fighting outside.
Fortunately, the sound insulation effect of the Prince's Palace is good.
Bai Chen could even see the mahjong on the table shaking slightly.
"Why--"
Nangong Liu drew a card, as if he was completely helpless with his luck, he played Nanfeng, and then rolled his eyes at him: "Don't worry, they will fight theirs, and we will fight ours."
"Die! Nine swords unite!"
"Exterminating Heavenly Sword!"
When these two voices resounded throughout the world, Mu Yunfei spread out the cards in his hand and said loudly: "I drew 90,000, all of one color! This is the end of tonight!"
