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Chapter 120 The Great Zhou Prince
After much deliberation, Song Hang couldn't figure out why Yun Chu'an was able to attract Lin Wan'er's favor. In terms of cultivation, he was not as good as himself; in terms of appearance, he was not bad; in terms of status, he was the leader of the Confucian school. Holy Son candidate.

It can be said that Song Hang is a dragon and phoenix among human beings in every aspect, and he is also a candidate for a Taoist partner in the hearts of thousands of female cultivators. However, even so, after pursuing Lin Wan'er for so long, he still cannot win the smile of a beautiful woman, let alone Said he was engrossed.

How is he different from this person in front of him?
Song Hang was very puzzled, and because of this, a little jealousy arose in his heart.

"Hehe. Boy, Wan'er is not something ordinary people can get in touch with. I advise you to keep a distance from her. Even if you are really a child of luck, let me tell you, a genius who hasn't grown up is not a genius. My subordinates have also beheaded many talented people."

Song Hang squinted his eyes slightly, staring at Yun Chuan, and didn't speak, but the threatening words floated into his ears, and he spoke very straightforwardly.

This is the method of sound transmission and encryption that only Nascent Soul cultivators can do!
This hand even slightly revealed a corner of his own cultivation in Yun Chuan, wanting him to retreat in spite of difficulties.

But Yun Chu'an will not be coerced by these few quick-tongued words, not to mention the rules of Tianyuan City, not to mention Lin Wan'er is by his side, even if Song Hang completely rips his face, he will not dare to use him as a breeze The identity of the Holy Land Holy Son candidate blatantly attacked him.

If there is a slight change, it will become a big problem among Qingfeng Holy Land, Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce and Tianluo Sword Sect.

The former is the holy land of ten thousand years; the middle one is close to the holy land, with a very wide network of contacts, and the latter is the son of the destiny of the human race, which attracts the attention of thousands of sects.

Although Song Hang felt jealous, he also understood this truth. He was not as brainless as the blind Prince of Zhou before, so he was just talking quickly for a while.

As if feeling that it was not enough, the aura of the strong Nascent Soul leaked slightly, and he subtly controlled all of Yun Chuan's body with one hand.

Yun Chu'an glared back angrily, and the power of the sword burst out, bursting out in an instant, smashing the few traces of mighty Nascent Soul Qixiu and pushing back, making Song Hang a little unprepared.

"This is the second realm of swordsmen, the realm of sword power?" Song Hang frowned slightly. As a sword cultivator, he should understand Yun Chuan's swordsman realm, so he couldn't help but said, "I'm a little underestimating you. Now, you can have the second level of swordsman at the alchemy stage, which is enough to see that your talent in the way of swords is transcendent, even I am much inferior to you, but this is far from enough, you know, Xiu For is what determines everything.”

While speaking, the aura of the Nascent Soul on his body surged instantly, Yun Chuan's fierce sword power lost its former power under the pressure of such a majestic Nascent Soul. Defeated, it is difficult to resist for a long time.

"Hiss, is this the Nascent Soul Realm? To be able to win the status of a candidate for the Holy Son at such an age with the cultivation base of a Nascent Soul, really cannot be underestimated, but this person's temperament is really bad!" Yun Chuan's heart tightened, this time It was the first time to feel the breath of Nascent Soul cultivator so closely.

Under the strong pressure, there was a little sweat on his forehead, and he felt a little overwhelmed. Just when he was about to let out a trace of dark and yellow aura, a third extremely domineering aura suddenly intervened, disrupting the secret confrontation between the two. The pressure on Ann's body dropped sharply.

Hearing a hearty laugh, a young man dressed in an apricot-yellow dragon-pattern robe came striding forward with shooting stars, "This fellow Taoist is Zhao Mobu from Tianluo Sword Sect, Yun Chuan, fellow Taoist Yun?"

"Huh?" Song Hang hated the feeling of being interrupted, looked up and found an old acquaintance, Cheng Xiang.

"I'm here, I wonder who this fellow Taoist is?" Yun Chu'an gave a slight salute.

"Hahaha, the second prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Cheng Xiang, has met Fellow Daoist Yun." Cheng Xiang's words and deeds are not like that of a royal child, regardless of the heavy etiquette, he walked to Yun Chuan very familiarly Fang Xiang, patted his back, and made his position known.

Seeing this, Song Hang felt even more displeased.

Even though the Great Zhou Dynasty is just a power far inferior to the Qingfeng Holy Land, the two princes worshiped under the Junshan Holy Land since they were young. They are very talented and have been valued by the Junshan Holy Land. It is an old opponent for several years.

This Junshan holy land is also a rather strange holy land. In terms of strength alone, it is the worst one among all the holy lands, but it can't stand the fact that it has a wide network!
The worst thing you can do if you catch a disciple is the heir or prince of a small country. Even those behemoth-like princes of the dynasty practiced in Junshan Holy Land.

It can be said that this holy land of Junshan is a collection of people from various kingdoms, dynasties, and even imperial clans of the human race. Such a strong real dragon spirit gathers together, showing the attitude of a domineering king, and practicing an absolutely powerful and incomparable way of domineering.

With the participation of Cheng Xiang, an old enemy, Song Hang felt a little tricky.

"Why, you, Cheng Xiang, also want to join in?" Song Hang shifted his gaze to Cheng Xiang, and only this person could get his attention.

"Hahahaha, that's not true. It's just that Brother Song, you oppressed monks whose cultivation level is far lower than yours. I'm afraid it will spread your reputation of Qingfeng Holy Land Haoran!" Cheng Xiang retorted.

"Hmph, let's let this matter go, we will have a long life!" Song Hang's face turned cold slightly. You must know that there are still many Confucian regulations in Qingfeng Holy Land, among which reputation is the most important. Zhen, finally left, the expression of Lin Wan'er and the second daughter also improved a lot.

"Thank you, Brother Cheng." Yun Chuan said with a slight salute.

"Hahaha, Brother Yun, you're welcome, but I want to apologize to you. Yesterday, my clan brother and clan uncle collided with Brother Yun. The clan brother is dead, and the clan uncle has been punished. Brother Yun, don't worry." Cheng Xiang's attitude was very sincere, without the slightest affectation, Yun Chu'an saw it very clearly, and did not refuse, just accepted the storage ring that Cheng Xiang took out.

Seeing Yun Chu'an like this, Cheng Xiang smiled even more, "Brother Yun is really generous, if Brother Yun is not accompanied by a beautiful woman, I would like to stay with Brother Yun and have a good drink and talk, another day, another day Let's have a drink with Brother Yun again, and I hope Brother Yun will not refuse."

Cheng Xiang was very discerning, and within a few words, he bid farewell to everyone and returned to his seat.

Looking at Cheng Xiang's leaving back, Yun Chuan's eyes moved slightly, "This Cheng Xiang is interesting, and he deserves to be a friend."

(End of this chapter)