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Chen Kingdom Palace.

A dizzy Chen Qingfeng was brought back. The raid happened so fast that Chen Qingfeng had almost no time to react.When he woke up a little, his father, mother, and brother had already appeared in front of him.

The doctor checked Chen Qingfeng's condition and determined that he was fine.The emperor and the empress were relieved. Empress Tantai took Chen Qingfeng's hand and whispered a few words of comfort, and then followed the emperor away with a solemn face.

Everyone around him was gone, and only his eldest brother was left in the dormitory.

Chen Qingfeng then asked belatedly: "Did I just be attacked?"

Chen Qingming patted his head and said in a rough tone: "Yes! A group of sixth-level demon cultivators launched a surprise attack. Fortunately, the ancestor took action to save your life!"

Chen Qingfeng was shocked and scared.

The imperial capital was at the feet of the emperor, and it had been peaceful and stable for hundreds of years. The people lived and worked here in peace and contentment, and there were few fights or assassinations.However, in the extremely safe Imperial Capital, the demon cultivator actually openly assassinated him?
"Brother, is our Chen country going to be doomed?" Chen Qingfeng asked blankly.

An assassination on the doorstep of his home would be a slap in Chen Guo’s face!

Chen Qingming glanced at his younger brother with disgust: "If the sky falls, there will be tall people holding it up. Don't worry, our Chen country is not finished yet."

Chen Qingfeng patted his heart and determined to practice hard so that he would be able to save his life the next time he was assassinated.Then Chen Qingfeng rubbed his face in distress and wailed: "When I was assassinated, Xiao Nuan was still watching from the side! She is a fourth-level monk now, so she will definitely think that I am a weakling and look down on me!"

Being embarrassed in front of his sweetheart, Chen Qingfeng couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

Chen Qingming wanted to roll his eyes.

During the Young Monk Competition, the Imperial Capital of Chen Kingdom was a mixed bag of people, and various forces took the opportunity to rush in.As the prince of Chen State, shouldn't he be concerned about the security of Chen State?
Chen Qingming was worried - his silly brother only thinks about Su Nuan every day, how will he manage this country in the future?

That night, the imperial capital was undercurrent and people were impetuous.

Chen Guoxiong has been in the Ninth State Continent for thousands of years and is a symbol of prosperity.However, an assassination case occurred under the noses of two immortals from the Chen Kingdom royal family, which could not help but arouse speculation and suspicion from many forces.

Chen Guo, it seems that the building is really about to collapse.

Of course, only a few people know about the treacherous calculations among the country's clans.For hundreds of millions of people in Chen State, life is still peaceful as usual.The focus of everyone's attention is the [Young Monk Competition]. The talents displayed by these young geniuses have impressed countless ordinary people and admired them.

In the sunny weather, the four major cultivation academies continued their competition.

In a two-on-one battle, Jiang An and Wang Jiang defeated their opponents as expected.The two major colleges lead to the final game-the individual competition.

Looking at Sendai.

The endgame is about to take place.

The atmosphere in the white tent was leisurely. There was no trace of nervousness on the faces of the Jiang An five-person team, and they were busy with their own affairs in an orderly manner.

Ma Yaozu was wiping the mountain ax with a handkerchief;

Su Nuan was looking at this month's bills. White Fox and Poseidon were obsessed with buying live broadcast gifts and owed huge bills;

Chen Yun tilted his chin and looked at Su Nuan;
Cheng Zui is cleaning up the plaster that promotes blood circulation and removes blood stasis;
Ji Xiaofeng leisurely ate the tender pickled vegetable shoots. These tender shoots were less than ten centimeters long and were the freshest ones. They tasted refreshing and had the fragrance of bamboo. Ji Xiaofeng ate five or six of them in one go.

"It's not good, it's not good!" The little blood spirit flew into the tent and screamed anxiously, "It's not good, the master. Brother Jiuwei was caught by Wangjiang's people!"