Chapter 358： Imperial City of Great Zhou Dynasty

It wasn't until Xia Sheng walked out of the hall that Xia Feng's eyes flashed with coldness.

"How could this be? Father and son Xia Yong shouldn't die in a secret realm, especially Xia Chuan...he should have a relationship with the daughter of the Great Zhou War God."

"Is it because I robbed him of luck and changed his fate a long time ago?"

"Huh! My dear father, do you think you can suppress me like you did before? Queen, second brother, third brother, what can you do now? As long as I can marry the granddaughter of the national teacher, the prince You have to give it or you don’t have to give it, then I will be able to form a force in a justifiable way, and then...the ruins of the fairy palace..."

"Father, this throne will let you sit for a few more years, and when I get the good fortune in the fairy ruins, then...huh! If I remember correctly, the fairy ruins should be present in one year, I go. After so long, it's time to... stand up!"

"One year, why don't you... first take Qiao Shuang to the Broken Tablet Mountain Range and take the good fortune from that ruin by the way?"

In the end, Xia Feng raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and walked toward the outside of the hall.

The Daxia Dynasty, or Xia Sheng's seat on the throne today, needed the support of three people.

One is the former General of Daxia Zhenyuan, now the Zhongyi Bo Sikongyu of Zhenyuan.

One is the national teacher Qiao Yunli.

The last one is the three emperors of Xia Feng, and Prince Yong Xia Zeshan. The cultivation level is not high, but the influence is great.

These three people are now the backbone of Da Xia, and they are also the support of Emperor Xia in suppressing the important officials of the court.

Uncle Zhenyuan has a son who is dainty. Three years ago, he went to the frontier to experience his name. His name was Sikonghui. He had a close personal relationship with Xia Feng and was called a close friend.

Qiaoshuang, the grandson of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, is the first beauty in Daxia and the fiancée of Xia Feng.

As for Xia Zeshan, there is a son named Tian, ​​with a domineering personality, and no one takes it seriously.

As long as these three people, two of them can be used by him, Daxia, it is good!

In this way, he gave that Qiao Shuang a good fortune, and also showed the generosity of his fiancé.

In this way, are you still worried about the beauty?

Haha, in this life, I will hold Xijiang in my hand!

Do not!

I will step on the world under my feet!

As for the enemy who killed him...

Ha ha ha, don't worry, wait for another year for me to reveal your true face personally.

"My son, where are we going now?"

Ye Qingchan looked at a glorious ancient city below curiously, with a bit of surprise in his tone.

For three days, the three of them had been walking in the mountains and had never stopped for a while.

But now this ancient city is heavily guarded, and it's not a place to wait at first sight.

just…

Now the three of them are in the west, not in the east. Even if Ling Xiao has many means, they are only in the realm of gods and generals.

Such hastily breaking into the imperial capital of a dynasty made Ye Qingchan somewhat worried.

After all, with our son’s temperament, he has always been unscrupulous, once something messes up...

"Emperor Capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Yunfang City."

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently and turned to look at Ye Qingchan, "Qingchan, take Ning'er to the temple for a few days to rest. I want to do something in the city."

In the past few days, Ling Xiao didn't want the two of them to enter the realm to rest, but Ning Erchu was sitting on the dragon's foot, and his eyes were filled with surprise, but he didn't want to leave.

"The son..."

Ye Qingchan was a little worried. After all, Ling Xiao was really paranoid and arrogant in doing things. With her following, she could always take care of her.

Although... her realm is not as good as Ling Xiao, but at the time of life and death, there is a trump card that can be called against the sky.

"Relax, I have a sense of measure."

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, brought the two women into the boundary, and walked towards the ancient cloud city.

The Great Zhou Dynasty, one of the eight dynasties, has a terrifying background.

At this time, the wall of this majestic city is as high as a hundred meters high, and it penetrates the sky, revealing its supreme majesty.

At this moment, before that city gate, dozens of armored guards held spears and stood ready.

In that ancient city, there are countless tyrannical auras faintly surging across the world, frightening evil spirits.

One of them actually reached the sixth rank of God Emperor.

And this is still the strong on the face of Da Zhou Ming, who knows how many strong existences are still hidden in the deep palace hall.

Sure enough, there are many strong people in the land of conquest.

Although there are numerous sects in Eastern Xinjiang, no war has occurred for nearly a hundred years.

But Western Xinjiang is different. Eight dynasties stand in the center of Western Xinjiang, occupying the most aura of rivers and rivers.

But the remaining dynasties have been warped all the year round in order to divide the spiritual veins and the cities.

After all, behind them, there are many dynasties, and the dynasties are playing games. Unfortunately, it is the vassal dynasties.

Ling Xiao stepped into the ancient city, watching the endless stream of people on the street.

Compared with the Great Zhou Emperor's capital in front of him, Xuyun City could be called insignificant.

On both sides of the ancient road, there are many halls and tall buildings rushing into the sky.

From time to time, a monk with a strong breath passed by, and his face was full of arrogance.

It wasn't until Ling Xiao's footsteps stopped in front of an ancient building covered with red silk that a smile was raised above the corner of his mouth.

Spring is full of buildings!

As far as the imperial capital is concerned, such a place is bound to be indispensable.

People, only when they are full and standing high will they want to try something different.

The women in this brothel are all from the ninth-rate generation.

If you want to grasp the news in this city as quickly as possible, the teahouse brothel is the most suitable.

Of course, for Ling Xiao, the brothel is the most suitable.

Teahouse...

Killing is always obvious, but the brothel...

When the small door closes and the small curtain pulls, even if you scream inside, others think... it's a happy cheer.

"Ah, this son, come in and play!"

"We have a group of new girls here! They are all good families."

"The son doesn't like it, we still have the women of the demon race, do the sons of the civet tribe like it? Don't like it? It doesn't matter, there is also the Bisnake race."

In front of Chunman Building, several gorgeous young women shook the silk in their hands and smiled at Ling Xiaomei.

At this time, the latter's face seemed to have a mist rising, covering his face.

But the extravagance radiating from the whole body is clear at a glance.

"Well, how old are you girls who are full of spring?"

Ning'er is twelve years old this year. In other words, she should have been abandoned by Ning Tiance and Zhou Minruo twelve years ago.

A woman who is too young might not know the secrets.

"My son, we have girls at all ages, as small as fourteen-five-year-olds, and as large as thirty-five-year-olds. What flavor do you like, why don't you let me choose a few for you?"

An old lady with a fat body and a fierce face walked in the building. She was about a hundred years old, and she had reached the realm of deception in her cultivation.

"Just you! If I look at you, it's pretty good?"

"Ok?"

The whole building was full of spring, and suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Everyone looked at the tall and tall young man standing in the hall with stunned mouths. After a long while, they swallowed severely.

"The son...Is the son...making me happy?"

The old lady looked dull, and even a little shy in her eyes.

"Oh? You don't want to?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly, but the old lady had already blushed and lowered her head, and whispered, "Old...cough cough, people...naturally are willing, son, I am willing to give you the spirit stone." We villains don’t want to be a stepping stone.