"Hmph, trash!"
A furious roar came from the Royal Palace.
In the lobby, Wang Quangui sat on a chair and angrily roared at the young man who was kneeling below the lobby.
Butler Fei looked at the young master kneeling on the ground and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes. After all, he had watched the young man kneeling on the ground grow up and had a deep relationship with him. However, he did not expect this young master to reach such a low level.
"Master, don't be angry. Don't be angry and damage your body. Young Master won't be able to recover next time.”
Butler Fei walked in front of Wang Quangui and advised,
Wang Quangui glanced at the young man below and said,"Just him? It's not that I'm looking down on him, but even if it's another ten or twenty years, his cultivation won't advance any further.”
The young man kneeling on the ground listened to Wang Quangui's voice. His body tensed up and his hands clenched tightly. His hands were so tight that they made sizzling sounds. The young man raised his head and looked at Wang Quangui, who was sitting in the hall, with a stubborn gaze. His eyes were filled with hatred and determination.
Wang Quangui was stunned when he saw the young man below. However, he quickly regained his senses. Am I wrong? What can you do with your current cultivation?
Wang Quangui recovered from his daze and roared at the youth below,
Butler Fei glanced at the youth below and Wang Quangui on the chair. He didn't know how to persuade the two of them, so he could only sigh.
However, Butler Fei suddenly thought of something and said to Wang Quangui,"Alright, master, you still have something to do today. Don't forget that the Yang family wants to discuss something with you today.”
Wang Quangui also remembered that he still had things to do today, so he snorted at the youth below and turned to leave.
Watching Wang Quangui and Butler Fei leave, the young man's tense body relaxed. He slowly stood up and left the hall.
Thinking of Wang Quangui's words, the young man walked towards his room step by step. From time to time, there would be people looking at him with strange eyes.
"Hehe, what a low standard.”
The young man lowered his head and whispered,
"Ah who? Don't you have eyes? You bumped into me.”
This was a voice. It turned out that the young man had bumped into another boy who looked a little older than him.
Hearing this person's scolding, the young man raised his head.
When the man saw that it was Wang Quan Luoge, his face was filled with ridicule.”
"Why are you here? Are you here to cultivate?”
hahaha
When they heard this, there was a burst of laughter.
"Senior Brother Qingfeng, how can you say that about Eldest Senior Brother? Eldest Senior Brother is here to watch us cultivate. How can you say that Eldest Senior Brother is here to cultivate?”
A short fatty beside the man named Qingfeng also sneered at Wang Quan Luoge.
The man named Qing Feng looked at Wang Quan Luoge and said to the short fatty beside him,""Ai, how can Junior Brother Qing Yong say that? Eldest Young Master is a genius.”
This sentence caused laughter to erupt in the surroundings.
"Is it funny?"
Wang Quan Luoge raised his head and looked at the laughing crowd around him.
The people around them stopped laughing and looked at Wang Quan Luoge in disbelief. They clearly did not expect Wang Quan Luoge to speak in such a manner.
The man named Qing Feng looked at Wang Quan Luoge and walked towards him step by step. He said to Wang Quan Luoge with a mocking expression,"Are you asking me if it's funny? Then let me tell you, it's very funny, ha.”
"Pa!"
with a snap
The surrounding descendants of the royal family were all stunned. They did not expect that Wang Quan Luoge would be so bold as to slap Qing Feng in the face.
Wang Quan Luoge looked at the man named Qing Feng and said,""I'm really sorry. I really hate it when people laugh. Since you want to laugh, I can only stop you from laughing.”
"You, you, you dare to hit me?"
The man named Qing Feng covered his swollen left cheek and looked at Wang Quan Luoge in disbelief.
When Wang Quan Luoge heard this, he couldn't help but laugh."Do I still need to dare to hit you or not?”
Qing Feng looked at the smiling Wang Quan Luoge, and the anger in his heart instantly surged to his chest. He clenched his fists and roared at Wang Quan Luoge,""I'm going to fucking kill you."
After saying that, Qingfeng clenched his fist and kicked Wang Quan Luoge's face.
Just as Qing Feng's fist was about to touch Wang Quan Luoge, a voice sounded.
"Enough, this is a martial arts training room. There are strict rules here. Who allowed you to fight here?”
At this moment, a burly middle-aged man walked over and said to Qing Feng,
When Qing Feng heard this person's voice again, he quickly withdrew his hand and looked at this person with fear. It was obvious that he was very afraid of this man in front of him.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first, Teacher."”
The man in front of him was the tutor of the Royal Palace. He specialized in teaching the foundation and cultivation methods of the young people in the Royal Palace. His name was Yan Gang. As his name suggested, he was very strict and upright.
Yan Gang looked at the departing Wang Quan Luoge and said,"Eldest Young Master, no matter what, don't give up on yourself.”
Qing Feng, who was standing at the side, watched as Quan Quan Luoge left. A hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.
The reason why Wang Quan Luoge was in a hurry to go home was because a voice had just appeared in his mind. He wanted to go home and study it carefully to see if this thing had been hindering him.
Wang Quan Luoge was 18 years old this year. He was once the number one genius of the human race ten years ago. He could read at the age of one, practice martial arts at the age of two, and wield a sword at the age of three. At the age of five, he had mastered the basic sword techniques of the One Breath Dao Alliance. At the age of six, he began to practice the Royal Sword Technique, and at the age of seven, he had mastered the small mastery. However, everything was ruined at the age of eight.
When I was eight years old, the sword of the king's fallen song stopped at that time forever
[PS: Brothers, please give me more flowers, 2050.]。。Give me another 50 to break this number of flowers.。。。
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