"Just him, dream! Looking at the princes and grandchildren of our Yan Kingdom royal family, which of our martial arts talents can surpass my son Yanbei Mountain." At this time, the Eastern Palace Empress Li Qin was quite dissatisfied and spoke in public.

Because Yanbei Mountain is the great prince. Yan State is a stunning genius and is famous throughout the country.

The position of the queen of the Central Palace is empty, and the remaining four palaces have already started to compete.

Of course, the most popular one is Li Qin, the Empress of the Eastern Palace. After all, Li Qin’s family is not weak. Her brother is Li Jing, the marquis of Guangcheng, and ranked fourth among the eighteen marquis of Yan State.

This is not the key. The key is that his son is successful and is actually the owner of a sixth-level sword fetus. He is only twenty years old and is already a seventh-level master. This kind of martial arts talent is definitely the kind of talent who can only appear in millions of people.

Of course, Li Qin was showing her strength and showing her expectations to increase the magic code in the mind of the king. At this moment, Yan Qing had already touched the base of the Temple of Heaven with both hands.

Ten seconds passed, no movement.

Twenty seconds have passed, but there is still no movement.

After one minute, the Temple of Heaven is still the Temple of Heaven, but it doesn't move.

Hahaha……

The Seventh Prince took the lead in laughing, and suddenly burst into laughter, like waves of clouds rolling by.

Zhao Chunfang shrank in pain and flashed behind a concubine as if she was afraid of the cold. Her mood must be in a mess.

"King, there is no need to waste time anymore. How can we watch him play the game of touching stones here? There are many royal ministers and the children and grandchildren of the waiter waiting for the inheritance of the martial arts? This inheritance is limited at some time, don't miss it." Li Qin said solemnly, with a long look, the future mother-in-law is full of flavor.

"Oh..." King Yan sighed and closed his eyes halfway. This was the default meaning.

"The time has passed, Eighth Prince, you can stop." Seeing the expression of King Yan, Cui Yun, the national master, understood it and immediately said with a serious expression.

Just as Yan Qing was extremely upset and depressed, just as he was about to stop, suddenly, with a bang, the entire Temple of Heaven was shaking like a bomb suddenly dropped.

Suddenly, a sharp blue shadow dragged the dazzling light that lasted hundreds of miles from the distant sky like a huge comet falling straight down.

Soon, the blue light rays hit the Temple of Heaven. Pay attention to the use of beating instead of falling. At this moment, the Temple of Heaven seemed to be afraid of the cold and couldn't help but sway, and the trembling did not stop. Everyone at the scene was a little upset, wondering if the Temple of Heaven would fall down.

"Ah, the celestial phenomena... are they strange movements... that the Eighth Prince's moves... caused the wrath of the gods?" National Master Cui Yun was so scared that he almost sat on the ground. The old man quickly patted his strength and stood up straight, but he said stammeringly.

"King, hurry up and put this 'broom star' in the heavenly prison." Li Qin shouted.

"Yes, we can't afford the wrath of the gods in the whole country of Yan." Zhou Xiu, the Empress of the West Palace, also said quickly.

The King of Yan was actually in a mess and believed it in his heart.

However, when he was about to order Yan Qing to the Heavenly Prison, he found a long bamboo pole-like object shot into Yan Qing's body. At the same time, the Temple of Heaven, which had not stopped, stopped convulsions and returned to normal.

At this time, Yan Qing felt a buzzing sound in her body, as if she had suddenly slapped more than a dozen times in the face and was full of shiny "golden ingots".

In a fascination, he found that the fetal mole on his left wrist, which was simple and rectangular in color, with a trace of curve at the top actually emitted a terrifying green light. It seemed that it had hit the iron-green rod-like object flying from the sky.

"****! I, an ordinary person, really provoked the gods above the Nine Heavens?"

Just when this guy was confused, a thought came into Yan Qing's ears: The Tomb Emperor Space was opened, and you can enter the time of day.

Yan Qing even saw a strange and mysterious passage that was revealed and disappeared.

"Ah, God opens his eyes. Son, have you finally obtained the inheritance?" Zhao Chunfang was so excited that her lips were trembling. Looking at the movements just now, the inheritance level obtained by her son was definitely not low, and she had a long face.

The iron-green light lasted for a few minutes, and even the spiritual energy left in the Temple of Heaven rushed into Yan Qing's body. However, Yan Qing discovered that most of these spiritual energy had run into the fetal mole on his wrist.

****!

Yan Qing finally understood a little, no wonder this unlucky child has been unable to break through to form the Qi Hai Dantian. It turns out that this thing caused the disaster.

All the true energy that I have worked hard to cultivate over the years has been absorbed by it. Even the energy evaporated by the spiritual medicine bought by my mother was secretly absorbed by this hateful "thief".

What kind of Tomb Emperor space was activated just now? It was probably because of this greedy thing that absorbed it to the opening level. In addition, a violent impact on the mysterious thing outside the sky was successfully activated.

When Yan Qing looked at the sea of ​​Qi again, he was stunned.

God, it seems that I saw it "old man".

Yan Qing did see that his dantian had pores. Moreover, it seemed that he had two dantians.

The two dantians are separated by a certain distance like a pair of cramped sisters, and are connected by a special meridian.

Is this a magical situation?

What does this mean? It means that you have broken through to the first level of martial arts.

Moreover, because of the double dantian, the true energy is twice that of ordinary first-level warriors. First-level warriors have the power of half a horse, and now they have the power of one horse. The power reaches about 600 kilograms, and their strength completely hurts all first-level warriors in seconds. Even if they are second-level warriors, they can also have the ability to compete with second-level warriors.

"National Master, what kind of martial arts is the Eighth Prince? What level is it? Have you broken through?" King Yan came to his senses and asked loudly.

The sound that Yan Qing had made just now was quite loud. Such a gorgeous sound was only due to the extremely high-grade martial arts inheritance.

The King of Yan was also very happy. The higher the inheritance his son obtained, the better. As for the four empresses and the imperial concubines, they all breathed a sigh of relief and waited for the national master to solve the puzzle.

"This...ah..." The national master frowned, stretched his finger and bounced it. Then he formed a compass-like magic weapon to destroy it. Soon, a green air circled Yan Qing's body and finally fell back into the compass. However, the national master shook his head slightly when he saw it.

"If you have a fart, please let it go. You mother-in-law, I will castrate you and become a eunuch!" King Yan slapped the dragon throne, frowned and was a little impatient, and he actually sweared.

"This, king. He has not made any breakthrough. Moreover, the martial arts fetus obtained by the Eighth Prince seems to be just a 'secondary fetus'." Cui Yun was so scared that he said quickly.

"The national master, what is the 'secondary fetus'? It's just a 'waste fetus'. You should tell the king truthfully. The second fetus is also a martial fetus again. The 'waste fetus' is a piece of garbage, a garbage thrown by the gods, and it doesn't matter to practice martial arts." Zhou Xiu, the Queen of the West Palace, snorted.

"National Master, you can see clearly. Even if my son inherits the inheritance, he will get a 'secondary fetus'. In the future, through hard work, he will definitely be able to advance to a first-level martial fetus. If he is lucky, he can evolve into a second-level martial fetus. How can he be said to be a useless fetus?" Zhao Chunfang stopped and argued for his son.

"Is it a waste or a second child? The national master, you can't talk nonsense. By then, the Eighth Prince will not be able to advance to the first-level martial arts owner. Your national master will be dereliction of duty. You know the royal rules." The Eastern Palace Empress Li Qin rushed over with a stern look on her face.

Even if Yan Qing got a "secondary birth", she would not endanger her status. Because her son Yanbeishan was too powerful. However, Li Qin just didn't like Zhao Chunfang. She felt that her dance would be embarrassing. To kill all the threats in the cradle, she would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go. This is the theory of Li's rule.
Chapter completed!