Chapter 1006: Son of prince

Qin Xuan stood in the inn, looking at the little servant.

Qin Xuan had just entered the inn, and a person behind him followed him into the inn, dressed in profound armor, sword eyebrows and star eyes, with extraordinary momentum.

This person exudes a cold and arrogant atmosphere, which makes people feel awe-inspiring.

"A high-grade guest room!"

A qi-training monk in the inn’s eyes flashed, ignoring Qin Xuan, and directly entertained the Xuanjia youth.

"This son, please come with me!" The young man in the refinement realm looked at the young man with a humble smile.

"Yeah!" The young Xuan Jia nodded lightly before leaving.

Qin Xuan's eyes were slightly cold, and he suddenly stepped forward, "The donor, the poor monk comes first, but you ignore it. Why is this?"

He was displeased, and stared at the young man indifferently.

The young man in the Qi Refining Realm was taken aback, looked at Qin Xuan with weird eyes, and scolded: "Monk, you don't want to mess around."

In his eyes, Xuan Jia's youth is extraordinary, rich or noble, and should be a strong one.

On the other hand, Qin Xuan, dressed in ordinary clothes and a monk, could have a bit of oil and water. He naturally didn't dare to provoke the profound armored young man. If he provoked the profound armored young man to get angry, he would be looking for death in the qi refining state.

In Xiao Si's eyes, even he could see the heights at a glance, not to mention Qin Xuan.

"Why do the poor monks make mischief?" Qin Xuan glanced at the young man lightly, his eyes getting colder.

The Xuanjia youth also frowned slightly and glanced at Qin Xuan.

The young man hurriedly spoke and shouted: "Now there is only one guest room left in the inn, which is reserved for this extraordinary son, you monk, don't do anything sloppy, leave quickly."

He was impatient and wanted to drive away.

When his hand was about to touch Qin Xuan, suddenly, Xiao Si's expression was stiff, and immediately, accompanied by the sound of a bone crack, Xiao Si was hit by a beast, and his body flew out, smashing the table. Chair, sawdust flying around.

"Ah! My hand!" The little boy rolled on the ground, his face full of pain.

The young Xuan Jia couldn't help but stared at Qin Xuan with a cold gaze, "Presumptuous, in the Yuyaoguan, how can you let you do it?"

A powerful aura suddenly radiated from his body, his aura was like a mountain, pressing towards Qin Xuan, he turned out to be a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm.

Some guests around also noticed this scene. When they saw the young man's black armor and the badge on the black armor, their pupils suddenly shrank.

"People of Wendehou Mansion!?"

Some people lost their voices, and others recognized the identity of this youth.

"Little Hou Ye from Wendehou's Mansion, hiss, why did he appear in Yuyaoguan!"

"It seems that the monk is in conflict with Master Xiaohou!"

"That monk is unlucky now. Wendehou has three sons. The youngest son is the youngest, but he has the best talent. It is said that..." The voice of the person who spoke was lowered a bit, "This son is cruel, not easy, and has been hurt. Few people, even the sons of other princes, the nobles of the kingdom of God."

Qin Xuan turned his head slightly and looked at the third son of Wen Dehou.

Wen Dehou naturally knew that one of the seven princes of the Dagan Empire had extraordinary strength, and he was a powerful man in the realm of harmony.

Middle-earth is not better than the Northern Wilderness, the Northern Wilderness sect is stronger, and the kingdoms are weaker, and Middle-earth, although there are only three great kingdoms, it is a strong and weak country. enemy.

Every kingdom of God has been based on Mo Yunxing for so many years, and the princes of the kingdom of God have shown that their status is noble and powerful.

But what?

Qin Xuan's eyes were calm, facing Wen Dehou's third son, only spit out one word.

"roll!"

The sound fell, the entire inn seemed dead, and many people looked at Qin Xuan in disbelief.

"This monk is crazy!?"

"My God, he dared to insult Master Xiaohou!"

"Where did the monk dare to be so bold?"

It was the little Hou Ye who couldn't help but startled slightly, and immediately his eyes were extremely gloomy.

As the son of Wen Dehou, how has he ever been insulted so much? Let him go? Even the prince of today's great empire has never insulted him so lightly.

"You're looking for death!" Murderous intent bloomed in the young man's eyes, "Don't think that I dare not do anything in this Yuyaguan Pass!"

"Even if you kill a little monk, I will be safe and sound, no one dares to move me!"

When the sound fell, the young man started, and he directly drew out the sword from his waist, and a sword rang, mixed with murderous intent.

The sword has three feet, the blade is like ice, and has strange patterns. It turned out to be a sixth-grade magic weapon.

When the youth stepped on, the silver armor trembled, and he appeared in front of Qin Xuan for an instant, and he slashed with his sword, like cutting grass and mustard.

Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent, looking at the young man, the Buddha's power dissipated, and his palm slowly shot out.

boom!

I saw the golden palm sticking out, directly colliding with the seventh-rank magic weapon.

With a roar, the young man stepped back a dozen steps, and the wall of the inn behind him directly showed large palm prints, and the wall turned into nothingness.

what! ?

The young man's eyes flashed brilliantly, and he looked at Qin Xuan in disbelief.

He now has a middle-grade Nasal Infant, coupled with his body skills and extraordinary magic weapons in his hands, he is the strongest in Nassal Infant Peak, and he dared to fight a battle. Now in front of this weak monk, he was knocked back by a palm.

Before the young man could react, Qin Xuan was moving. He stepped out and appeared in front of the young man.

He just used the previous palm at will, but now, Qin Xuan has a Buddhist supernatural power.

The Great Buddha!

boom!

The palm print is like a tower, suppressing everything in the world.

The youth's complexion changed suddenly and he shouted angrily, "Bald donkey, you are looking for death!"

He shook the long sword in his hand, and in an instant, endless rays of light appeared on the long sword, and sword energy gushed out, transforming into a two-winged tiger, and directly slaughtered at Qin Xuan's palm print.

"The Heavenly Tiger Killing Sword Art of Wendehoufu!" Someone lost his voice, not only that, even people on the street looked at here, seeing that young man and this sword art could not help but shrink his pupils, and his face was shocked.

The Great Buddha butcher collided with that sword art, and just a moment, the tiger's head was broken and the wings were shaken into nothingness.

Destroying the dead, directly blasted down on the young man.

The young man's face flushed from the backlash of the sword art, despite the shock in his heart, he hurriedly produced a cyan mysterious tortoise shield, which was also a sixth-rank magic weapon.

With a roar, cracks filled the ground.

"No, the inn is going to collapse!" Someone left, turning into a rainbow and rushed out of the inn.

I saw the inn swaying, and then collapsed to the ground, full of smoke and dust. In the smoke and dust, a figure suddenly supported for a few breaths and then flew upside down. The young man retreated dozens of steps on this street, every step Tread the bluestone under your feet into powder.

Until, his figure stopped, the mysterious tortoise shield in front of him dimmed, and the youth's face was extremely red.

Suddenly, the young man spouted a mouthful of blood and dyed the red black armor. He looked at Qin Xuan incredulously, as if he could not accept this fact.

Qin Xuan looked at the young man faintly, retracting his palm to hold Buddha power.

His voice was calm, looking at the little Lord Hou of Wendehoufu, he slowly spit out four characters.

"Insult yourself!"