Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go

Chapter 102: 3 The coldness of the prince, the killer organization, the nether sky!

Seeing the look of the Lyra female, many male talents present seemed to hear their own heartbreaking voice.

However, they also knew that they knew that Jun Xiaoyao was 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 third prince is such a sad existence.

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

In contrast, Jun Xiaoyao seemed to exist as a fairy in the eyes of the Tianqin woman.

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

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

But unfortunately, Jun Xiaoyao is not interested in the Tianqin girl.

But in order to design the three princes, Jun Xiaoyao can only agree.

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

Upon hearing Jun Xiaoyao's consent, the Tianqin 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 woman and smile, Jun Xiaoyao casually agreed, but it made the Tianqin girl smile.

"Master, please..." The Tianqin girl seemed a little impatient, and wanted to talk to Jun Xiaoyao on the piano.

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 in the end we made someone else's wedding dress." 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 meddle with the Lyrae girl?" In the eyes of the third prince, a little shadow appeared.

"I just warn you, it's best not to provoke that person." Wanbao Chamber of Commerce Young Master said.

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

"I don't know, it's just an intuition." The Young Master of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce said.

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

"Don't mess with it, heh, even if he is an immortal heir, I am also the prince of the Panwu dynasty." The third prince snorted and left.

"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.

...

The Xianqionglou Douqin Club came to an end.

But it caused a lot of waves.

Because this is the first time that a younger generation has beaten a Lyra female on the piano road.

The noble girl Feng Qingling of Wanhuang Lingshan 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."

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

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

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

"Keep waiting, I believe that the son of the Jun family will definitely not let the champion Hou arrogant."

...

The imperial capital, the eastern area, a secluded and elegant mountain villa.

From time to time, there is a small sound of the piano, 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 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 Taoism, which is comfortable and cozy.

She has never experienced this feeling.

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

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

Jun Xiaoyao turned and left, but was stopped by the Tianqin girl.

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

"It's easy to become a fairy, and it's hard to be a happy one, so goodbye." Jun Xiaoyao left.

"It's 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... it was that..." The Lyra woman took a deep breath.

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

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

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

"I've 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 Tianqin girl.

In addition to getting three hundred yuan of immortal source, his most important purpose is to set up a set to deal with the three princes.

Just when Jun Xiaoyao was thinking to himself.

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

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

The surroundings were plunged into absolute darkness, and there was no sound of insects and birds.

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

Obviously, he was caught 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 ~www.mtlnovel.com~ came from the shadow.

The **** sword edge carried a deadly edge.

"Blood-killing swordsmanship, you are the assassin of Netherworld." Jun Xiaoyao turned his body to the side, banged his palm at the sword's front, and said at the same time.

Netherworld is a fiercely famous killer organization in Huangtian Immortal Territory.

They can assassinate anyone as long as they pay a sufficient price.

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.

In this case, Jun Xiaoyao even retaliated with his palm. In his eyes, it was stupid.

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

Clang!

A voice sounded like a clash of gold and iron.

Jun Xiaoyao smashed the royal weapon with his bare hands.

Not only that, above his right arm, Xianxia surged with radiance.

Six big Luo fairy bones, at the same time blessing strength.

A punch was blasted out, and the void shuddered, rippling waves after the debut.

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

puff!

With a punch, Jun Xiaoyao directly smashed the assassin into blood foam.

The blood rain was falling and falling.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained frozen. After looking around, he said lightly: "Come out, why bother to hide it?"

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

In the dark night, four figures emerged.

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!