Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

"I have a question, too."

Ning Xiyuan raised his head and looked directly at the young man in front of him, frowning slightly: "What's your name?"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the girl uttered a few words lightly, which made those sitting there beat their chests and stamp their feet, wishing they could cover their mouths.

What kind of nonsense is this!

What a name!

It’s obvious, Yan Qian’an!

What's the point of asking this? I thought he could tell some big lies, but I didn't expect...

Idiot!?

The disgust on Venerable Suhua's face could hardly be concealed.

He has the desire to kill.

But Xiao Yi, who had been jumping around all the time, suddenly calmed down.

This girl...

Speaking of the seventh prince of the demon clan, he thought of someone.

The child before the secret realm that day...

This looks exactly the same!

This realization made Xiao Yi feel cold all over. The humiliation of that day and the fear in his heart were infinitely magnified at this moment.

The young man in white seemed to have heard a joke. A light laugh escaped from his mouth and he pulled out a dagger from his sleeve.

"what name?"

The young man repeated Ning Xiyuan's question, and then a hint of pride appeared on his face: "I am the seventh prince Yan Qi'an, the most respected by the Demon Lord, and I am in charge of the military power of the sixteen cities. The Demon Lord allowed me to enter and leave the palace freely as a token of his favor."

"You don't recognize me?"

The arrogance of the young man can be fully reflected in these words.

Many people present looked even uglier.

Favored and in control of military power.

This undoubtedly made their situation more difficult.

The smile on the boy's face was cold, so the girl opposite him also slightly raised the corners of her lips.

"First, don't laugh."

"The one who smiles too ugly will die first."

"second--"

Before the second word was spoken, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Dozens of eyes were directed at Ning Xiyuan, wishing to tear him to pieces.

crazy!

This girl of unknown origin is simply going to take everyone to death with her.

Of course, no one wants to die here.

The trouble caused was beyond their expectations!

Han Pingle cursed inwardly; he could no longer maintain his usual dignity and coolness.

He formed seals with his hands under the table, ready to take action at any time.

The smile on the boy's face froze when he was called ugly, and he had to put it away.

He already has this status.

Why would anyone dare to be so bold in front of him! ?

Why would anyone dare to ignore him!

kill!

The moment the murderous intent came to his mind, the girl disappeared from his sight.

"boom!"

A black afterimage flashed by, so fast that it was impossible to catch.

When they see it again.

A long sword pierced the boy's shoulder and nailed him directly to the door.

No one can describe the shock of that moment.

no! ?

This...this is simply!

Although they were unhappy with the demons, they also wanted to do this.

But they cannot bear the consequences, and neither can the entire cultivation world!

What should we do if we act rashly now?

"Second, you are not Yan Qi'an."

When Ning Xiyuan said this, he had already retreated several meters.

Although she was confident in her attack, she still didn't want to smell even the slightest bit of blood.

"If I take over Yan Qi'an's identity and get caught..."

"He'll skin you alive."

The girl who had been sullen just now now smiled brightly, and it was obvious that she was in a much better mood than before.

Even the tone of her voice had that rare cuteness that only belongs to a young girl.

The entire main hall fell into an unprecedented silence.

There was too much information and they were unable to react for a while.

fake?

fake!

They obviously look alike!

"presumptuous!"

The young man used his magic energy, but found that he was unable to break free of the dagger on his shoulder, so he could only shout loudly.

At the same time, I was shocked.

How could these monks have ever seen Yan Qi'an?

Doesn't he look like one?

"Murdering the Demon Prince, are you planning to start a war between the two races?"

He was flustered, so he asked even louder questions!

"How do you know he is fake?" Han Pingle sat up straight again, raised his chin, and spoke in a flat tone.

It was as if he was not the one who was panicked just now.

Ning Xiyuan smiled: "Yan Qi'an is good at skinning people alive, and the skin is intact and as thin as a cicada's wing."

"How about letting him peel your skin off and try?"

"You!" Han Pingle almost slammed the table and stood up.

It did dilute the tension caused by the appearance of the demon army.

"Tie them up."

Ning Xiyuan raised his hand, and Long Yao immediately rushed over, took out a rope, pulled the man down from the door, and tied him up.

"You'd better tell me who you are."

"Otherwise...I'll let him cut off your tongue."

Ning Xiyuan looked down at the boy who was being stepped on the ground with a threatening smile on his face.

Long Yao kicked the man in front of Ning Xiyuan.

Ning Xiyuan took two steps back in silence, the smile on his face a little stiff.

"You can just ask the demon soldiers outside to rush in."

"But these are not your subordinates..."

"Whose person?"

"The Demon Lord's? The eldest prince's? The second prince's? Or... someone else."

Ning Xiyuan made a seal casually, and the rope became tighter and tighter as if it had life, almost cutting into his flesh.

A faint smell of blood filled the air.

Ning Xiyuan took two steps back.

Long Yao's long sword was already against the boy's neck: "Hurry up and tell me!"

The sudden change of situation made everyone at a loss for a moment, but they soon came to their senses.

The boy's performance was indeed...

Not like Yan Qian'an.

Rumor has it that the Seventh Prince is ruthless, sinister and cunning, so how could he be so vulnerable?

Feng Tang stood up holding the long sword, his face cold: "Since he is from the Demon Realm, send him to Blood Shadow City."

He believed Ning Xiyuan's words.

For nothing else.

He just suddenly recognized the face.

不 ...

It must be the speaking habits and the temperament that is both dead and alive that makes people unforgettable.

This girl definitely has a close relationship with the child in the secret realm.

Rumor has it that the girl is Yan Qian'an's child.

Then the person in front of you...

Hearing about Blood Shadow City, the boy finally showed some nervousness on his face.

He endured the pain and said, "I'll tell you!"

How strong can a teenager be?

In front of these powerful people, all he relied on was his status.

He led a hundred demon soldiers, but he knew they were no match for the people before him.

"I'm not Yan Qi'an!"

"But I am also the son of the Demon Lord!"

"My name is Yan Ming, why don't you let me go!"

The young man no longer pretended. He looked at the people who surrounded him, looking rather embarrassed, but his tone was still firm.

Ning Xiyuan: "Yan Ming?"

"It's down!"

Yan Mingyan raised his head with a sneer on his face: "Let me go!"

So what if it’s not Yan Qian’an!

The blood of the Demon Lord also flows in his body.

As a result, the girl who had seriously injured him turned her head and asked the short-haired young man.

"Who is Yan Ming?"

Never heard of this name.

Yan Ming's breathing stagnated.

Long Yao was unaware of this. He looked at Ning Xiyuan seriously and answered in a clear and loud voice.

"do not know."