Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go Chapter 102: 3 The coldness of the prince, the killer organization, the Netherworld!

Looking at the demeanor of the Lyra woman, many of the handsome men present seemed to hear their own heartbreaking voice.

But they also know themselves well, knowing that Jun Xiaoyao is not something to provoke.

Jun Xiaoyao looked at the movement of the Lyra female, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Facts have proved that there is no so-called iceberg beauty in this world.

The reason why she is indifferent to you is not because of her character, but she simply looks down on you.

The three princes are such a sad existence.

His status is not low, but in terms of personality and ability, he is not in the eyes of Lyra.

In contrast, Jun Xiaoyao is like an immortal in the eyes of the Lyrical Girl.

Mysterious identity and terrifying power will not be mentioned for the time being.

Just a superb piano art is enough to make the Lyra female heart broken.

Unfortunately, Jun Xiaoyao is not interested in the Lyra female.

However, in order to design the three princes, Jun Xiaoyao could only agree.

"The Tianqin girl is so disrespectful when she invites her." Jun Xiaoyao said warmly.

When Jun Xiaoyao agreed, the Lyrae girl was overjoyed, her expression that had always been cold and frosty, and a moving smile appeared.

This made the third prince so jealous that he was about to get red eyes.

It's hard for his daughter to buy a beautiful lady and smile. Jun Xiaoyao casually agreed, but it made the Tianqin girl smile.

"Master, please..." The Tianqin girl seemed to be a little impatient, and wanted to play the piano with Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly, and led Qin Xuan away with the Tianqin girl.

Leave a group of licking dogs, you look at me, I look at you, messy in the wind.

"Hey, the third prince, we have been fighting for so long, but we ended up making wedding dresses for others." The young master of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce came over, gave a wry smile, and shook his head slightly.

"Are you so willing to let that guy confuse the Lyra girl?" In the eyes of the third prince, a shade of shadow appeared.

"I just warn you, it's better not to provoke that person." The young master of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce said.

"Oh, do you know his identity?" The third prince flashed his eyes.

"I don't know, it's just an intuition." said the young master of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce.

He has seen too many people, who can provoke and who can't, he has intuition.

"Don't mess with it, huh, even if he is an immortal heir, I am also the prince of the Panwu dynasty." The third prince snorted coldly and flung his sleeves away.

"Hey, if you don't listen to good people, you will suffer." The young master of Wanbao Chamber of Commerce shook his head secretly.

He faintly felt that the third prince might be in bad luck.

……

Xianqionglou Douqin Club came to an end.

But it made a lot of waves.

Because this is the first time that a younger generation has beaten a Lyrae **** the piano road.

The noble girl Feng Qingling of Wanhuangling Mountain was crushed by a mysterious son, which surprised many people.

In the imperial capital, many monks in restaurants and tea shops are talking about this news.

"As soon as the eldest princess chooses a consort, all powerful talents have emerged."

"Yes, Feng Qingling of Wanhuangling Mountain can be regarded as a respectable party among the younger generation, so he was easily defeated."

"I really don't know what freaks will come up in the future."

"I am looking forward to the arrival of the prince's son, but unfortunately I haven't heard from him."

"Keep waiting, I believe that the prince's son will definitely not make Champion Hou arrogant."

……

Imperial Capital, the eastern region, a secluded and elegant mountain villa.

From time to time, there is a faint piano sound coming out, which makes people want to hear.

Three rods in the month.

Jun Xiaoyao, dressed in white, stepped out of the villa, followed by the reluctant Lyrae girl.

"My son, it's already so late, don't you want to rest in the villa?" The female Tianqin said with a hint of nostalgia.

She and Jun Xiaoyao are in the villa, playing the piano and discussing the Tao, comfortable and cozy.

She has never experienced this kind of feeling.

"No, there's still something going on, let's say goodbye." Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Really, that's really a shame. I hope I can have a chance to meet with the son next time." Yurong, the female Lyrican, was sad.

Jun Xiaoyao turned around and left, but was stopped by the Lyra Girl.

"After communicating for so long, I still don't know the name of the son?" The Lyra woman asked, her eyes glowing.

"It's easy to become a fairy, and it's hard to get away. I'm leaving." Jun Xiaoyao left.

"It is easy to be a fairy..."

The Lyra woman murmured, and then her beautiful body was struck by lightning, her beautiful pupils widened.

"It turns out...that was..." The Lyrae took a deep breath.

Surprise, surprise, joy, all kinds of emotions, tumbling inside.

She actually communicated with such a transcendent being alone for so long.

On the other side, Jun Xiaoyao walks in the void.

"I have been here for so long, can that person be able to hold it back?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes changed.

Naturally, he didn't get bored so he went to talk to the Lyrae girl.

In addition to getting three hundred yuan of immortal resources, his most important goal is to set up a set against the three princes.

Just when Jun Xiaoyao was thinking to himself.

He suddenly noticed that some of the people around him seemed to have disappeared.

Even the lights in the pavilions around the imperial capital were completely extinguished.

The surrounding area was plunged into absolute darkness, and there was no sound of insects and birds.

"Oh, are you here?" Jun Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows.

It was obvious that he was trapped in an isolation formation.

At this moment, a shadow suddenly appeared from behind Jun Xiaoyao, and a blood-red sword pierced at the back of Jun Xiaoyao.

He Dao Jing!

Jun Xiaoyao immediately judged the person's breath.

"Dead!"

A hoarse voice ~IndoMTL.com~ came from the shadow.

The scarlet blade, with a deadly edge.

"Blood-killing swordsmanship, you are the assassin of Netherworld." Jun Xiaoyao turned sideways, blasted towards the sword with a palm, and said at the same time.

Netherworld is a murderous organization with a reputation in the Wild Heaven Immortal Domain.

As long as they pay a sufficient price, they can assassinate anyone.

Even people of immortal orthodoxy, they dare to assassinate.

"Stupid!"

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao resisting his sword with his palm, the assassin sneered.

His realm was originally one level higher than Jun Xiaoyao, and he also used princely weapons to perform top-level assassination swordsmanship.

Under this situation, Jun Xiaoyao even hit back with his palm. In his eyes, it was stupid.

But the next moment, that Netherworld could not laugh at this moment.

Clang!

A sound like a clash of gold and iron sounded.

Jun Xiaoyao broke the royal weapon with his bare hands.

Not only that, but above his right arm, the fairy clouds surged and glowed.

Six large Luo fairy bones, while blessing power.

A punch was blasted, and the void shuddered, and ripples appeared.

"How is it possible!" The assassin's pupils were filled with horror.

Puff!

Jun Xiaoyao punched that assassin directly into blood foam.

The rain of blood is falling and falling.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression is still frozen. After looking around, he faintly said: "Come out, why hide it?"

"Hehe, I underestimated your prey. Which immortal heir are you?"

In the dark night around, four figures appeared.

In addition to the three men in black, there is also a man in blood.

The blood-clothed assassin of the Netherworld, the realm of cultivation is Nirvana!