Marquis of Grand Xia

Xiao Mingyue couldn't adapt to the coldness of Bei Zhangyuan, Ning Chen picked it up and left quickly.

He planted the seeds of peace for Xiao Mingyue, hoping that one day he would be able to fang his teeth.

He can't change the moon, he can only try to change the future monarch of Northern Mongolia.

This is that the world has been destroyed by war for too long, and it can't fight anymore.

After passing Beizhangyuan, not far from the Xing Dynasty Pass of Daxia, Ning Chen walked with Xiaomingyue for one night. Before noon the next day, he finally reached his destination.

Ning Chen put on the mask he had prepared and turned into a middle-aged man. He led Xiao Mingyue into the Xingchaoguan.

The Xing Chaoguan is now guarded by the Qinghe Hou. Before the end of the war between the two dynasties, the Wuhou, the oldest Xia Dynasty, should have been guarding here.

Daxia has lost Yangui City, and even the Xingguan Pass has been lost.

After coming to Xingchao Pass, Ning Chen first took Xiao Mingyue to find an inn, and then asked the little girl to help him make a mask.

"Why are you going?" Mingyue asked curiously while applying makeup to the bad guys.

"Go to Wuhou Mansion" Ning Chen said honestly.

The old Houye in Xingchaoguan is the father of the grandson. He has endured too much kindness from the grandson. Since he came here, he must visit.

"Oh" Mingyue nodded without asking again. Upon hearing this, she knew she could not follow.

"Be careful," Mingyue asked.

"It's okay" Ning Chen replied calmly. Although I heard that the old Hou Ye was a little old-fashioned, he couldn't lose the courtesy this time.

After the mask was completed, it took half an hour to dry it. Ning Chenjing thought about it and immediately took the pen and ink, took out the moon-shaped jade in his arms, dipped it in the ink, and gently printed it on the paper.

Mingyue's face was always worried. She always felt that the bad guys would not go well this time.

Ning Chen saw the worry in the little girl's eyes, reached out and rubbed the latter's hair, and said softly, "Relax, it will be fine."

After waiting for a while, Ning Chen took off the mask on his face, replaced the original middle-aged man, and then got up and walked out the door.

"wait me back"

With a word of admonition, Ning Chen left his face slightly, hoping that nothing would happen.

The temporary Wuhou Mansion in Xing Chaoguan was about an hour away from the inn. Before reaching Wuhou Mansion, Ning Chen deliberately found an unmanned place to put on his mask. When he reappeared, he was already of ordinary face young people.

Half an hour later, Ning Chen finally came to the Wuhou Mansion. In front of the mansion, the two guards stood in a battle armor.

"I have something to see Wuhou in the next event, and I hope that the general will be able to make an announcement on his behalf." Ning Chen took out his letter and handed it to one of the guards, politely.

"Wait here"

The bodyguard received the letter, no nonsense, no embarrassment, and turned and walked towards the palace.

After a while, the bodyguard came back and respectfully said, "Hou Ye invited you"

Ning Chen thanked the guard, and then stepped into Wuhou Mansion.

In the Houfu Hall, Qinghe Hou Jing sat on the main seat, his face was slightly old, and he looked about fifty years old, but he had a strong breath, which was very compelling.

"You are Ning Chen?" Qinghe Hou looked up and down at the young man in front of him, calmly said.

"Exactly" Ning Chen nodded.

"It's not like the portrait given by Wuyou, let's take off the face," Qinghe Hou said lightly.

"Oh, I can't hide Hou Ye." Ning Chen reached out to untie his mask, revealing his true face, and immediately saluted, "Ning Chen, the younger generation, has seen Hou Ye"

"Good" Qinghehou nodded, with a trace of praise in the calm.

"Did you embezzle the little emperor of Northern Mongolia?" Qinghehou asked without much surprise.

"Yes" Ning Chen did not deny it and nodded.

"There are two letters here, one is from your majesty and the other is worry-free, please take a look at yourself"

During the speech, Qinghe Hou moved, two letters turned into streamers and flew to Ningchen.

Ning Chen reached out and took the two letters. After opening, I read them one by one without any waves on his face.

The attitudes of Xia Huang and Chang Sun have long been in his heart, and now he will not be surprised to see it again.

Xia Huang's letter clearly stated that once he was found in the Xing Chaoguan, he would stay at all costs immediately, not to mention life and death, and the little emperor of Northern Mongolia must be sent back to the imperial city alive.

The elder grandson ’s letter politely pleaded, as expected, and he tried to explain to him that he would voluntarily surrender the little emperor. Finally, he repeatedly told his father that he should not be strong.

The two letters with very different tone represent the ultimate attitude of Daxia's current emperor and later, which is unfortunate and honored to Ning Chen.

"What do you think?" Qinghehou said.

"I didn't think about it, what I had expected" Ning Chen waved his hand, and sent the letter back in reply.

"This is Xia Huang's world, and your majesty's words are the decree," said Qinghehou.

"This is the world of Daxia, not the world of Xiahuang. As for the decree, it makes no sense to me," Ning Chen said indifferently.

"Da Ni Bu Dao" Qinghe Hou's expression immediately sank, and he sneered, "Come here, grab this kid for me"

The words "Yes" fell, and the four generals entered, and Ning Chen surrounded them quickly.

"Old Lord Hou, I came to visit you just because you are the father of the mother-in-law. This is my due diligence, but it does not mean that I will catch it." Ning Chen's face also sank slowly.

"Then let Ben Hou see your ability and start," Qinghe Hou sneered.

Keng, Keng, the four generals drew their swords, and the powerful **** atmosphere was oncoming. The generals of a hundred battles were extremely powerful, and each had at least eight ranks of strength.

Ning Chen's eyes became extremely dignified, and his feet moved, taking the lead to shoot, and the figure flashed over, and the ink sword wrapped around by the cloth appeared, the sword light was cut off, and swept towards one of the generals.

"Bang"

Swords confronted each other, and Ning Chen forced the general to retreat half a step by virtue of Wushuang's foundation. However, at the same time, the three swords behind him had arrived, and half a step was not enough to escape.

Ning Chen was astonished, the sword light turned around, and the two sword lights were turned on. The powerful aftermath repulsed, which immediately caused a flutter of blood in the body.

With the last knife, avoiding inevitable, Ning Chen left his sword with his fingers in his left hand.

The "dang" knife fingers are connected, and the final points are strong. Ning Chen can't resist the strength of the knife. The knife breathes into the body and the mouth overflows bright red.

Seeing that a long battle is not profitable, Ning Chen is decisive, the sword moves, the snow drifts in the sky, and the power is raised to the peak.

"One Feihong, One Sword in the World"

As fast as a sword, he once again swept towards the general who had retreated half a step. Immediately, he heard a bang, and the general accepted the move and took several steps back.

Ning Chen stepped on his feet and wanted to go. However, at this moment, Qinghehou above the main seat shot like a blue light.

Boom, Ning Chen flew around like a huge earthquake, violently flew out, vomiting red in his mouth, blood stained the sky.

At the moment of desperation, Ning Chenqiang endured a severe pain, stomped under his feet, turned around and flew out of the Hou Mansion with the help of extra strength.

"Chasing, we must alive to ask the whereabouts of the little emperor of Northern Mongolia" Qinghe Hou sullenly sighed.

The four generals "Yes" led the order and quickly caught up.

Seeing the four people disappear, Qinghe Hou glanced in the dark, sighed, and immediately turned and walked into the hall.

Worry-free, all these things can be done for the father, and the rest depends on his own creation.

Ning Chen, who had escaped from the Hou Mansion, immediately put on a mask, and the blood in his mouth kept flowing, staggering toward the crowd.

Four generals followed closely behind, chasing more than ten streets in a row, but lost in front of an inn.

"Go in search" one of the generals said in a deep voice.

The three remaining generals of "En" nodded and walked in together.

The innkeeper of the inn was about to stop. At first sight, the four generals in armor were silent.

On the second floor, in a room, the door of the room was pushed open with a bang, and Xiao Mingyue was startled. At first glance, it was Ning Chen.

"Wait for someone to come, help me cover up" Ning Chen endured the injury and quickly explained.

"Good" Mingyue saw the former's complexion and hurriedly responded.

Ning Chen took off the clothes outside in two or three times and stuffed it into the cupboard beside the bed, and immediately lay down on the bed.

"Dangdang"

At the next moment, the door of the room was knocked. Before Xiao Mingyue opened the door, a general pushed it in.

"Jun, Junye" Mingyue pretended to take two steps in panic, timidly.

The general looked a little girl, frowning, and walked into the room ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ and swept left and right. After seeing the pale, sick middle-aged man on the bed, he dispelled the doubts and turned away. .

Mingyue went up to close the door, and as soon as he walked to the bed, he saw Ning Chen vomiting blood and coughed cautiously while covering his mouth.

"What's wrong with you, don't scare me"

Xiao Mingyue panicked, wiping the blood from his mouth with his sleeves, but he couldn't wipe it off.

The last move, Qinghe Hou did not keep his hand, Hou Fu had too many eyeliners to watch, he could not keep his hand.

"I'm fine"

Ning Chen gently pushed away Xiao Mingyue, and immediately sat on the bed and closed her eyes to adjust her breath.

Just a moment ago, he really thought he might not come back.

He thought that the conversation would not be smooth, even if he was not happy, but looking at Changsun's face, Qinghehou shouldn't do too much.

He did not expect Qinghehou's attitude to be so fierce.

He didn't realize that Qinghe Hou was acting in the dark place until those fingers passed.

That finger didn't show mercy, but it added a lot.

Long Sun Yimai's cultivation practices, as well as the elder Hou Ye's cultivation practice for ten years.

This is the limit he has endured. The old Houye is the pinnacle of the ninth grade, and even a half-step innate strongman. Ten years of cultivation is enough to put an ordinary person without any foundation on the fifth grade.

Within the Dantian, two cyclones constantly engulfed the influx of power, Ning Chen's Xiuwei continued to climb, the late seventh grade, the seventh peak, the early eight grade, the middle eight grade, the late eight grade At the moment when Xiu Wei was about to break into the Ninth Grade, Ning Chen forcibly stopped the expansion of the cyclone and forced the realm down.

He can't break through the Ninth Grade now, otherwise the foundation will be unstable, which will affect future cultivation.

After a moment, Ning Chen slowly opened his eyes and sighed in his heart, the old Hou Ye sent too much.