Martial Arts Overlord Chapter 1422: The two great lords, brotherhood love

In a restaurant at the end of the street.

The sound of footsteps sounded, a middle-aged martial artist who was so energetic, pushed open a private room, walked in, and laughed:

"A song of breeze and drunkenness, why irritate the world, it is a crazy dream. Although it is just a piano sound, it is enough to make me recall March."

In the private room, Chen She is simple, with a landscape screen erected in the middle, and the shadow of a woman playing the piano is reflected on it, looming.

The palm of the hand touched the piano, the lingering sound of the piano immediately quieted down, and a light female voice immediately sounded in the room, "Ghost knife, you are late."

The middle-aged man turned behind the screen, sat down in front of the woman, and laughed rough, "There was a delay on the road, but I could see such a wonderful duel, and I could hear the sound of the piano behind it. Being late is a good thing."

After pouring a cup and drinking, the middle-aged man changed his tone and said: "After the piano, listening to the sound of your piano just now, I can't hold back my mind. Are you ready to step into that state?"

The woman's light voice was filled with a wry smile, "How easy is it, you should know that it is not enough to establish a king."

"Hehe, you can lie to others, but you can't lie to me. With your strength, you should be able to seal the king long ago."

"Don't talk about these things."

The woman's reflection shook her head slightly, and said: "You saw the duel just now. Did you notice anything."

"Well. It's a pity that the generation of Su Shenfeng heroes has such an ineffective offspring. He played your crazy dream song, which is simply a violent thing." The middle-aged man said with emotion, his tone of disdain.

The female voice said lightly: "I'm not talking about him, but the young swordsman who fought with him. I feel a bit familiar with the fist he just displayed, some of it resembles the'shaking fist' of King Nanlin Tiger." /

"Nanlin Tiger King's'shaking fist'? This is unlikely. Shaking fist is a fist created by the tiger king when he was entrusted with the king. It should not be easily taught to others unless this kid belongs to the tiger king. Disciple. This is even more impossible. You know, Tiger King has never accepted any disciple for thousands of years."

The middle-aged man shook his head and glanced out of the window, "However, having said that, this kid is indeed a bit unusual. At a young age, he could use the sword to such a level of skill, and easily broke the crazy dream. Compared with some older generation of swordsmen, I don’t know where to learn from."

The light female voice joked: "Why, Ghost Blade Duan Yuntian wants to accept disciples?"

"I am more at ease by myself, but I don't want to mislead others."

The middle-aged man gave a wry smile, waved his hand, his tone changed, and said: "Talking about business. Qin Qin, you came to me this time, is it related to the vision of the world that appeared in the puppet gate?"

"Not bad."

The woman nodded slightly, and gently stroked her palm on the strings, the faint sound of the piano sounded, and the power contained in it made the air in the private room rippled faintly.

"Some time ago, I went to the Puppet Gate site and investigated there."

"Oh? What did you find?"

" Around the beam of light rising in the ruins of the Puppet Gate, the heavens and the earth are extremely chaotic. I noticed spatial cracks in the beam of light. From the cracks in the space, I felt a very unusual aura. I doubt it. The second world vision is man-made."

"Artificial?" The middle-aged man's tone came down solemnly: "The Lower Heaven Territory is thin, and there are only a handful of people who can open the space cracks in the Lower Heaven Territory. Who would it be?"

The woman shook her head slightly, and a light voice sounded: "At the moment, I'm just guessing. Now the space cracks are getting bigger and things are very unusual, so I want you to investigate together and find out the truth as soon as possible."

"Well, on the way, I guessed that it would be the matter if you were looking for me. It shouldn't be too late, we will leave now."

"Good."

The woman got up and picked up the Yaoqin on the table.

The next moment, the air in the room vibrated slightly, and the two figures on the screen disappeared without a trace. Only a cup of steaming tea proved that this happened before.

On the street.

Boom!

Luo Feng stepped on, and the gravel blocking the eleventh prince was immediately shaken away, exposing a clearing.

The entire face of the eleventh prince became pale with a brush. At this moment, he saw Luo Feng approaching and he was about to cut it off with a knife.

"Don't kill me, Seventeenth Sister, save me! I apologize, I shouldn't be rude to your mother. Seventeenth Sister..."

Seeing Luo Feng's awe-inspiring gaze, the eleventh prince's gaze was horrified, and stepped back a little bit, calling for help from Su Rui.

Luo Feng was expressionless and slashed with a knife.

Hey!

The cold light of the knife shot out, splitting the wall around the Eleventh Prince in half.

"Ah!"

The eleven prince screamed, his body limp on the ground, looking at Luo Feng who was close at hand, he wanted to ask for mercy, but he didn't dare.

Giving a glance at the eleventh prince, Luo Feng inserted the knife back into the scabbard and turned to Su Rui, who was walking over, and said: "Su Rui, he will leave it to you."

To be honest, with his temper, he wanted to kill the eleventh prince with a single blow, but after all, the other party was Su Rui's elder brother, so Su Rui should pay attention to how to deal with it. If it is overtaken, it will undoubtedly make Su Rui lose the name of brother killing. Of course, if Su Rui didn't care, it was not that he didn't mind helping this little help.

Su Rui looked at the eleventh prince, her brows frowned slightly, her expression embarrassed. No matter what, the other person is her elder brother, half of the blood in the body is the same as her...

Seeing Su Rui, the eleventh prince seemed to grab the last straw and crawled over quickly:

"Sister Seventeen, please help me..."

Su Rui bit her red lip and suddenly slapped her hand on the face of the Eleventh Prince.

Boom!

This palm is full of strength, and the eleventh prince's body was directly fanned out four or five meters, and his entire face quickly swelled, and he opened his mouth to spit out a large mouthful of blood.

"This slap is for my mother! From now on, you and I are no longer brothers and sisters. Don't call me Seventeen. My name is Suri."

"Yes, yes."

The eleventh prince nodded again and again. His only mind now is to quickly send away the plague **** Luo Feng. As for other things, I will talk about it later.

He was really afraid of something wrong and angered Luo Feng. Judging from the other party's very hot methods just now, if he wanted to kill him, he would definitely do what he said.

Su Rui glared at the Eleventh Prince, then turned to Luo Feng and said, "Luo Feng, let's go."

Luo Feng looked at the Eleventh Prince and nodded.

It seems that Su Rui can't let go of brotherhood and can't kill his heart, but this is also human nature. Blood is thicker than water. How can this involvement be so easy to cut off.

"How do you do it yourself."

Leaving a word, Luo Feng and Su Rui turned and left.

Looking at the backs of Luo Feng and Su Rui~IndoMTL.com~The Eleventh Prince's face is as ugly as it is.

He has always been ashamed of Su Rui, who has the blood of ordinary people, but now, he is slapped in public by Su Rui, and he can imagine the humiliation in his heart.

"The Prince..."

Until Luo Feng and Su Rui disappeared, a thin young man approached tremblingly and raised the Eleventh Prince. He was the servant of the eleventh prince, just following behind, and now he saw Luo Feng and Suri disappear before daring to approach.

"Eleventh prince, you...what are your plans, do you want to go back to the imperial city to recover first?" The thin boy's voice was still a little trembling.

"Heal? If I don't take revenge, what mood do I have to heal my wounds!"

The eleventh prince looked vicious and insidious, and his strong anger almost made him vomit blood again. After thinking about it, he said in a deep voice: "The Young Master of Yunjin City has some friendship with me. His father entered the realm of true origin in his early years... …"

The eleventh prince turned his eyes around and said coldly: "Go, help me to the City Lord's Mansion!"