907: C907 Fouzelin

C907 Fouzelin

But if you look closely, you'll see that his face is narrow and his features are all repugnant,

It was as if he had casually put it together. This image was incomparably ugly, but his temperament was unique and his weaknesses were all concealed. Instead, it gave off a very ordinary feeling.

A waiter came forward, "Sir, do you need anything?"

The waiter was intelligent and knew that this fellow came from a foreign land.

The man said, "One catty and one plate of dish, plus a steamed bun. Also, help me deliver a letter to Prince of Yan's mansion. He said that I was invited to battle with Prince of Yan."

When the waiter heard the first half of the sentence, he was quite disappointed. However, the latter half of his sentence was filled with shock as he said, "You …" You, you, you, what do you want! You want to fight against Prince of Yan? "

This sentence was very loud because at the mention of this sentence, everyone in the room immediately looked over. A table by the window had been flipped over and a few people stood up while five or six martial artists stared at him.

"Who do you think you are to challenge Prince of Yan!"

The surrounding tables were being kicked and weapons were being drawn out of the scabbards one by one.

Shen Muqing was a god-like existence within the Imperial City. Not only were the ordinary citizens, the people of the martial arts world also praised him for not allowing humiliation due to Barbarian.

A sword artist from Innate Stage said angrily: "Tell me your name, how dare you challenge Prince of Yan, and let me teach you how to be a good person!"

He then picked up the large blade in his hand and swung it towards the man.

This assassin was a martial arts expert of the Imperial City. He was known as the invincible Golden Blade and was even more so invincible and powerful.

However, the man didn't move. He only said lightly: "I am Fu Cailin."

After these few words were said, the entire hall was silent.

The follower of the Golden Blade Sect said with a trembling voice, "You! You are the great master Yi Jian, Cai Lin!"

Fu Cailin's reputation was very high, he was the shadow of a famous person.

It was incomparably glorious. Once, a single person was enough to force Prince of Sung's army of a few hundred thousand to stop halfway.

He was the god of the beautiful trees, and also the enemy of the Central Plains.

There were also rumors in the martial arts world that Fu Cailin had once fought with Ning Daoqi.

He had won over Ning Daoqi.

Fu Cailin looked at the waiter with an indifferent expression and sighed.

"Since you won't help me deliver this letter, then I'll personally take action."

With a wave of his hand, the sword at his waist appeared, followed by a burst of aura that soared into the sky, sweeping across the entire imperial city.

A voice filled with pressure rang out.

"Fu Cailin, let's have a fight with Prince of Yan."

In a split-second, the entire imperial city was in an uproar. Everyone ran around to tell each other everything. They were all furious. How dare a foreigner act so arrogantly in the imperial city?

He was also very excited about the upcoming battle.

To Prince of Yan, an invitation from a Quasi-Emperor stage rank could only be a life threatening crisis.

Moreover, this Quasi-Emperor stage realm had an aura of immortality, so this standing was very interesting.

"Let me see how powerful Prince of Yan, the person who repeated the Ancient Code of Cultivation, is!"1

"The information given by an outsider is a little familiar, it seems to be the Sword of Slaying Immortals Qi taught by someone?"

"Could it be that this person is a member of the interception committee?"

"Although this person has only a sliver of sword Qi on him, he isn't someone Prince of Yan can deal with. This old man will get him to avenge Guang'er!"

The four Immortal Emperor Clan were all shaken, and even the Patriarchs who had gone into closed-door training came out.

The Spiritual Sense broke through the void, and even the queen of the imperial city used a divine technique to form a divine eye in the sky to observe.

With their identity, they obviously wouldn't take a fancy to Quasi-Emperor stage wars.

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