Chapter 269: Kneel down immediately

Imperial City. Ω Literature" ΩΩΔ fan. . Xicheng District. Inside the palace of the Tenth Prince Qin Ping.
Here, in the depths of the overlapping palaces, there is a pavilion, elegant and chic, with small bridges and flowing water.
More than a dozen young warriors are sitting in the pavilion to take a break, or look arrogant, or energetic, or cold as frost, or deceitful, they are all mavericks.
These more than a dozen were all the ten princes Qin Ping, among the young warriors who came here, the group with the highest cultivation base and the strongest combat power.
"Hehe, ten days later, the talent exchange meeting will be held. Jie Shi, Zhong Ping, Song Yijian, Xiao Hu, Wu Feifei, Jin Hanshan, you five are the strongest young warriors under the little prince. I believe you Five people will definitely win five places to enter the Profound Underworld Realm."
A young man in Tsing Yi said in a slightly flattering tone.
"Huh, it needs to be said that in this Ziwei Empire, there are no ten fingers that can stop me from the same age. It is in the top 50. That is a sure thing. I am aiming to be in the top three!"
A black-clothed young man with a arrogant expression and a black cloth wrapped in a black cloth behind his back, a black-clothed boy with shining sword light in his eyes, said coldly in a noncommittal tone.
"Heh, what Song Brother said is not bad. Although Song Brother's Divine Sword Sect is declining, and its strength is not as good as the five major sects, it is indeed a rare genius that Song Brother has come out of this world.
Brother Song was so young that he actually realized the amazing 8-point sword intent. This is amazing! "
The young man in Tsing Yi was very good at flattering. With a few words, the young man in black had changed his arrogant expression and said yes with a smile.
"Huh, Ouyang Hai, don't have to go flattering, among the dozen or so of us, including you, which one is not the one with a real chapter, the little prince will win this battle for the throne, mainly depends on our ten The performance of several people.
Hehe, as for the other people recruited by the little prince, they are nothing but terracotta dogs, pure waste and a waste of resources.
Tonight, the little prince will have a big banquet and mobilize before the game. I will propose to the little prince to drive away some useless waste. I suggest that the little prince spend all the training resources in the mansion on us, so that our strength can be improved. Floor, why worry about not winning this battle for the seat, this is the best use of everything! "
"Well, haha, Jiang Cai, your suggestion is good. The young talents of the little prince should be treated by our dozens of people. Other idiots should be driven away as much as possible. The cultivation resources in the little emperor's palace should be Those of us who are strong deserve to enjoy it."
When I thought of getting more training resources, the opinions of these dozens of powerhouses were completely unanimous.
"I heard that the day before yesterday, the little prince specially set up a banquet for a boy named Lin Fei to receive the dust, and that Lin Fei, who was still at the banquet, beat the two disabled to stand up.
It seems that the little prince also specially let him sit down and value that kid very much. "
A voice said suddenly.
"Hmph, then Lin Fei, it's just a martial arts training skill and a few kilograms of brute force. It's not worth mentioning.
This kind of [country novel www.yanjuexiangcun.com] forcibly pushing the limits is the most promising type in martial arts, and it is completely worthless!
Had it not been for the face of the little prince, I would have abandoned him long ago! "
A young man with a sallow complexion suddenly said yin and yang strangely.
If Lin Fei were here, he would recognize that this person was really the Jinhan Mountain who was facing Lin Fei at the banquet.
"When I talk about this, I am really angry!"
Another sturdy young man suddenly roared with anger.
"Sister Xu, my playmate since I was a child, has both been abandoned by the arrogant boy named Lin Fei. Tonight, I must find the opportunity to crippled the boy Lin Fei severely, for sisters Xu revenge!"
"Hehe, it seems that everyone is not satisfied with this Lin Fei, well, then we will take Lin Fei to the banquet tonight. We will be the first to perform the operation, kill the chicken and respect the monkey, and shock the other weak, let They retreat when they know the difficulties, and take the initiative to leave, saving cultivation resources for our use.
At the same time, let the little prince know that only we are his hope of winning the throne battle, not the trivial cats and dogs! "
The black-clothed young man named Song Beijian said coldly, and every pore in his body was sprayed with sharp sword intent, as if there were countless small sharp swords haunting him.
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It was night, in the little prince’s banquet hall, with high red candles, brilliant lights, and loud voices, the solid wood dining table, tens of meters long and several meters wide, was filled with all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas, exotic animals, and precious Dishes cooked with elixir lingdan.
Dozens of young girls with only tulle and graceful figures are waiting beside the warriors, serving hundreds of young warriors at any time, pouring wine and handing water, serving thoughtful, considerate, and even accepting flirting. Pretty, warm atmosphere.
Sitting in the seat was the little prince Qin Ping, beside him stood a middle-aged man with a deep breath.
Drinking at the table, guessing and gambling, the atmosphere is very lively.
During the banquet, Qin Ping toasted one by one, doing his best as a landlord.
However, after a round of toasting, Qin Ping suddenly frowned slightly, as if something had appeared, and beckoned to a the side.
The girl immediately came to accept the order.
"Why didn't you see Brother Lin Fei. Didn't I order that every young martial artist must be called?"
Qin Ping's tone was very unhappy.
The girl was shocked, and immediately knelt down.
"The little prince calmed down his anger. The slave and maid had gone five times to invite the young man Lin Fei, but he still couldn't see him. He listened to his servants and said, young man Lin Fei left early in the morning, and he has not yet returned to the house. ."
The girl fell on the ground, trembling, afraid that Qin Ping would blame it.
"I went out early in the morning? Well, maybe there is something important to do.
Well, get up, now go to see if Brother Lin is back. "
"Yes, the maidservant will go now."
The girl, like Meng Dahe, immediately took broken steps and ran to invite Lin Fei.
The dozens of young people nearby naturally saw this scene clearly and their eyes were very gloomy.
At this moment, Lin Fei was returning to the small hall where she lived. The young girl ran all the way and found Lin Fei, she couldn't help being overjoyed.
"Young Master Lin Fei, I hope you will return. If you don't return, the servant girl will really be punished by the little prince.
The little prince has a big banquet tonight, please Lin Fei Shaoxia must attend. "
"Oh, is that so? Well, let's lead the way!"
Lin Fei thought a little, and then followed the girl to the banquet hall.
After a while, he stepped into the banquet hall full of voices and a lively atmosphere.
Qin Ping was overjoyed when he saw this, and was about to stand up to meet him.
at this time!
"boom!!!!!"
A sturdy young man in the banquet, full of anger and ferocious aura, slammed the table, and stood up directly, shouting with a thunderous voice.
"Where is the scum? The little prince is in a rare mood tonight. He puts on a banquet and invites many young talents to gather together and enjoy a drink.
You scumbag, with a low level of cultivation and not worth mentioning, you put up a ridiculously smelly air, asking the little prince to send a maid, and repeatedly and again and again, you are so airy that Shanshan is late.
It's really outrageous and rebellious.
That's all, that's all, I'm going to give this breath for the little prince tonight, quickly, kneel to the little prince! kowtow! Get out! ! ! !
Never again appear in the palace of the little prince! "
"Oh?"
Lin Fei raised his head slightly, looking at the sturdy warrior who roared at him.
At the same time, it also appeared immediately, with a dozen pairs of malicious eyes staring at him closely.
These dozen or so people seem to be very hostile to them, which is really inexplicable.
Lin Fei was slightly puzzled.
However, no matter what, in the world of warriors, there is no truth at all, it depends on who has the big fist.
Lin Fei sneered slightly on his face.
"Little prince, let me make a suggestion."
At this moment, beside the young man who was roaring at Lin Fei, suddenly another tall and thin young man also stood up.
"Oh, Brother Zhong, what do you suggest?"
Qin Ping was taken aback. This tall and thin young man, named Zhong Ping, had a high-level cultivation base, and his actual combat power was much higher than that of ordinary high-level fighters. He was one of the best young fighters recruited by Qin Ping. The best.
Qin Ping takes him seriously.
"Little prince, with all due respect, the number of young warriors you have recruited is in the hundreds. Although they are considered to be a prosperous lineup and a large number, they are also mixed with good and bad.
In the talent exchange contest, if you want to win, you need real swords and real guns. What you pay attention to is real knowledge, not that the number of people is dominant.
In fact, I think that noble spirits are not expensive. Many of these hundreds of warriors are actually just wastes that are not worth mentioning. I suggest that the little prince, instead of spending such a large price, provide for these excess wastes and waste. Resources, it is better to remove some waste and directly use the limited training resources on elites who can really make a difference. This effect will definitely be better. "
As soon as Zhong Ping said this, there were more than a dozen youths who immediately supported him, all of which were among the group of warriors with higher cultivation bases and higher strength.
Qin Ping couldn't help frowning and looked at the middle-aged man beside him.
The middle-aged man gently shook his head to Qin Ping, showing that he was watching the changes.
In fact, in the heart of this middle-aged man, he also thinks that Zhong Ping's proposal is good.
Among the hundreds of young warriors, in the talent exchange competition, it is necessary to eliminate most of them, and only a small part of the elite can be qualified to enter the Profound Underworld Realm. When appropriate, remove a group of people who have no real strength. Warrior, can really save some expenses.
Qin Ping also immediately understood what the middle-aged man meant.
Looking at Lin Fei's eyes, he was naturally aware of it.
Knowing that the host of this banquet intends to watch the good show quietly, let this matter happen naturally.
Hehe, it seems that the last Liwei has not been effective yet. Those more than a dozen young warriors in their early days obviously want to use themselves as models, to slay chickens, and to frighten other warriors, so that those weak can find themselves in trouble. Retreat and leave by yourself.
"Little beast, did you hear me? I still don't climb up to the little prince and kneel down, ask the little prince to forgive you for your rudeness, and get out of this palace!
Your mother, you still look like an old is there. Well, tonight, I will teach you something. "
He stood up first and yelled at Lin Feinan's stout boy. It turned out that the siblings that Lin Fei had beaten at the banquet that had been cleansed before the dust were the stubborn boy's childhood playmates. He now, I want to avenge the brother and sister.
The muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched, and a murderous intent flashed in his eye sockets. Suddenly, a plume of yellowish-yellow smoke appeared all over his body. The smoke seemed to contain thousands of miles of yellow sand, thousands of miles of desert, and dusty sky.
At the same time, his body has undergone weird changes under the turquoise smoke, constantly getting taller and thicker, and finally, playing tricks, turned into a two-meter tall, stout giant.
This is the thick soil technique!
A voice called softly during the dinner.