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

Looking at the expression of the Tianqin girl, many of the male heroes present seemed to hear their own heartbreak.

However, they also have self-knowledge and know that Jun Xiaoyao is not a person to be messed with.

Jun Xiaoyao looked at the moving appearance of Tianqin girl, and the corners of her lips evoked a faint arc.

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 personality, but simply because she doesn't like you.

The third prince is such a tragic existence.

His status is not low, but in terms of personality, ability and other aspects, he is not in the eyes of the Tianqin girl.

In contrast, Jun Xiaoyao is like a fairy in the eyes of Tianqin girl.

The mysterious identity and terrifying strength are not to be mentioned for the time being.

The perfect piano skills alone are enough to break the heart of the Tianqin girl.

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

But in order to design the third prince, Jun Xiaoyao could only agree.

"The Tianqin girl invites each other like this, but she is disrespectful." Jun Xiaoyao said warmly.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's agreement, Tianqin Nu was overjoyed, and her originally frosty expression showed a touching smile.

This made the third prince so jealous that he almost got pink eye.

He couldn't buy a beautiful woman's smile, Jun Xiaoyao agreed casually, but it made the Tianqin girl smile beautifully.

"Young Master, please..." Tianqin girl seemed a little impatient, wanting to talk to Jun Xiaoyao by playing the piano.

Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly, took Qin Xuan, and Tianqin girl away.

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

"Hey, third prince, we fought for so long, but we ended up making wedding dresses for others." The young master of Wanbao Chamber of Commerce came over, smiled bitterly, and shook his head slightly.

"Are you so willing to let that guy get her hands on the Tianqin girl?" In the eyes of the third prince, there was a little gloomy color.

"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's eyes flashed.

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

He has seen too many people, and he has an intuition about who can be provoked and who can't be provoked.

"You can't mess with it, hehe, even if he is a descendant of the immortal Taoism, I am also the prince of the Panwu Dynasty." The third prince snorted coldly, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

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

He faintly felt that the third prince was afraid of bad luck.

...

The Xianqionglou piano competition came to an end.

But it caused quite a stir.

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

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 teahouses were talking about this news.

"As the eldest princess chooses her concubine, all the powerful heroes have appeared."

"Yeah, Feng Qingling of Wanhuangling Mountain, who can be regarded as a respected party among the younger generation, was easily defeated like this."

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

"I was looking forward to the arrival of the god son of the Jun family, but unfortunately I haven't heard the news of his coming."

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

...

The imperial capital, the eastern region, is a secluded and elegant villa.

From time to time, the sound of the Miao Miao piano came out, which made people want to hear it.

Three poles on the month.

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

"Master, it's already so late, don't you rest in the villa?" Tianqin girl's words carried a hint of nostalgia.

She and Jun Xiaoyao, in the villa, played the piano and discussed Taoism, comfortably and comfortably.

She had never experienced this feeling before.

"No, I have something to do next, so let's say goodbye first." Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Really, that's really a pity, I hope next time I can have the opportunity to meet the young master." Tianqin girl Yurong was sad.

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

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

"It's easy to become an immortal, but it's difficult, so I'm leaving." Jun Xiaoyao left.

"It's easy to be immortal, but it's hard to get away..."

Tianqin girl murmured, and then her delicate body was like being struck by lightning, and her beautiful pupils were widened.

"It turns out...it's the one..." Tianqin took a deep breath.

Surprise, surprise, joy, all kinds of emotions, rolling in my heart.

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

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

"It's been so long, can that person still hold back?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes changed.

Naturally, he wasn't bored, so he went to play the piano with the Lyra girl.

In addition to getting 300 pieces of Xianyuan, his most important purpose is to set up a set against the third prince.

Just when Jun Xiaoyao was thinking to himself.

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

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

The surroundings fell into absolute darkness, not even the sound of insects and birds.

"Oh, are you here?" Jun Xiaoyao frowned.

Obviously, he was caught in an isolation formation.

At this moment, a shadow suddenly emerged from behind Jun Xiaoyao, and the blood-red sword edge stabbed at Jun Xiaoyao's back.

Harmony!

Jun Xiaoyao immediately judged the person's breath.

"die!"

A hoarse voice came from the shadow's mouth.

The blood-colored sword edge, with a deadly edge.

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

You Mingtian is a famous killer organization in the Wild Heaven Immortal Domain.

As long as they pay enough price, they can assassinate anyone.

Even people of immortal Taoism, they dare to assassinate.

"Foolishness!"

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 a princely weapon to perform top-level assassination swordsmanship.

Under such circumstances, Jun Xiaoyao even returned with the palm of his hand. In his eyes, it was utterly stupid.

However, at the next moment, the Netherworld couldn't smile anymore.

Clang!

A sound like a clash of gold and iron sounded.

Jun Xiaoyao smashed the weapon of the prince with his bare hands.

Not only that, but above his right arm, Xianxia surged and radiated radiance.

Six Daluo Immortal Bone, at the same time blessing.

A punch slammed out, the void shuddered, and ripples rippled.

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

puff!

Jun Xiaoyao punched the assassin directly into blood.

The blood rained and fell.

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

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

In the dark night around, four figures appeared.

In addition to the three men in black, there was actually a man in blood.

Netherworld's blood-robed assassin, the realm of cultivation is the realm of Nirvana!

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