Just as Luo Zun was about to leave, he suddenly froze, with a hint of surprise on his face.

because.

Zhao Feng's warning voice sounded out of thin air in his mind.

Moreover, he felt no obvious signs in advance.

To be able to do this, the other party is at least slightly superior to him in terms of soul realm.

"You little thief of God level... you think you can threaten our Luo family with the help of a mere king?"

Luo Zun suppressed the panic in his heart and his face darkened.

His spiritual message passed through the air and landed in Zhao Feng's ears, but it could not penetrate into Zhao Feng's soul level.

This scene made his heart tremble.

He was actually unable to touch Zhao Feng's soul level. From a sensory perspective, the other party was like a silent dead sea.

Although Luo Zun is domineering, he is cautious and careful at heart.

The various elusive signs on Zhao Feng and the little thieving cat made him fearful.

Furthermore, it is not appropriate for the current Luo family to take direct action against the Zhao clan.

"Then give it a try."

Zhao Feng closed his eyes and looked indifferent.

"You guys sit in a well and look at the sky. In the real Daqian pattern, the Yunling Zhao clan is not even a chess piece. The Wan Sheng Sect at its peak still has a place, but now..."

Luo Zun stood proudly among the clouds, a coldness gradually rising from the corner of his mouth.

Vaguely, there was a hint of domineering superiority in his words.

Luo Zun was using his own method to "warn" and "fight back" Zhao Feng, breaking down the latter's psychological support.

In the structure of the Daqian Dynasty, neither the Luo family nor the Zhao family could be on the stage; the declining Wan Sheng Sect only had a negligible voice left.

He, Luo Zun, befriended the eighth prince of Daqian.

The Daqian royal family are the supreme rulers who dominate the mainland and influence the surrounding sea areas.

“What a great Luo Zun”

Zhao Feng felt a little stir in his heart.

This Luo Zun not only has excellent talent, but he has also found a position where he can make waves in this turbulent era.

His potential and talent were even valued by members of the royal family.

"Zhao Feng"

Luo Zun's words were full of domineering confidence: "You still have time to turn around now... Otherwise, your Zhao clan will survive for a year at most. Maybe you can survive for a while under the protection of the Wan Sheng Sect, but in the end, you will also In the long river of history, it ends with hatred."

When Zhao Feng heard this, he felt a little strange in his heart.

It was obviously him who warned the other party; but in the end, Luo Zun was the one to beat him up and tell him about the overall situation of the dynasty, so that he could turn around and find safety.

It was as if Luo Zun was already the victor of history.

Zhao Feng sat cross-legged and said nothing more.

His words of warning have been brought to you. Whether you listen or not depends on the other party.

But it seemed that Luo Zun was so confident that he probably didn't listen.

Between the clouds.

Luo Zun looked a little gloomy and flew towards the Luo family.

Zhao Feng's heart and will were stronger than he imagined; Luo Zun's words just now were intended to disintegrate Zhao Feng's fighting spirit from a psychological level.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Feng was not moved at all and didn't even bother to argue with him.

"That kid, what do you have to rely on?"

Luo Zun felt a sense of frustration.

This time, in response to the Zhao clan's actions, he took the initiative to ask for help and secretly controlled it.

The final result was a failure.

I thought that he, the number one young genius in the Tianfeng Island Region, would be frustrated in front of a boy who was more than ten years younger than him.

That kind of insult and uselessness made me feel extremely aggrieved.

In terms of age, Zhao Feng, who is fourteen or fifteen years old, is less than half his age.

"Brother Luo"

When approaching the Luo family, there was a sound of breaking through the sky, accompanied by the fluctuation of the king's power.

"Eighth Prince."

Luo Zun's expression eased slightly and he looked at the gentle and elegant man in a brocade robe.

"Brother Luo, what's wrong? This operation didn't go well?"

The Eighth Prince saw that Luo Zun had something wrong with his expression.

The two had a good friendship, and Luo Zun didn't hide anything. He told the whole story.

"From this point of view, Zhao Feng is indeed not simple; Brother Luo has never encountered such a setback since the battle with Xin Wuhen."

The Eighth Prince's eyes flickered and he murmured.

Judging from his expression, Luo Zun felt aggrieved this time, second only to the last time.

"Xin Wuhen"

When Luo Zun thought of this name, his eyes became ruthless, and a strong fighting spirit emerged: "I will challenge him again after I deal with this kid first."

The Eighth Prince knew that the defeat half a year ago was Luo Zun's greatest shame.

In less than ten moves, Luo Zun was defeated by a half-step king.

"Afterwards, I analyzed that Xin Wuhen should have deliberately suppressed his cultivation to a half-step king level, and did not want to break through to the king level. After all, his artistic conception has reached the level of a great emperor or above."

The Eighth Prince said.

When Xin Wuhen was mentioned, he felt regretful in his heart.

The Eighth Prince did not recruit such a genius, but was successfully recruited as a guest by the "Fourth Prince" who was the strongest and most likely to compete for the position of Crown Prince.

"What's the benefit of deliberately suppressing his cultivation? Could it be..."

Luo Zun suddenly thought of something.

"That's right, it's the Divine Illusion Space." The Eighth Prince smiled slightly: "Connecting to the passage of the Divine Illusion Space, it will be extremely risky to assume the title of King of the Virtual God Realm. But for the Half-Step King, there is at least a 70% success rate."

With this analysis, everything makes sense.

Na Xin Wuhen, in order to enter the "magic space" safely, suppressed his cultivation to half a step of king for a long time.

swish

The two of them flew side by side towards the Luo family.

"Eighth Prince, do you like the contact between you and my sister?"

Luo Zun suddenly smiled.

The eighth prince has a noble status. If his sister can marry him, it will be a great boost to himself and the Luo family.

Even if my sister is just a concubine, the Luo family is willing to do so.

"Miss Shui'er, I fell in love at first sight, impeccably, but..."

The eighth prince smiled bitterly.

"Huh? Isn't it possible that Shui'er doesn't want to?"

Luo Zun thought of a question.

Regarding this kind of marriage and the eighth prince's intrusion, the Luo family and his brother seemed to have never sought "Luo Shui'er's" opinion.

I want to come here in Luozun.

Being able to marry the eighth prince, even if it is just as a concubine, is a dream for most women from aristocratic families.

What's more, the Eighth Prince promised that he would try his best to make Luo Shui'er his main wife.

Luo Family, in a boudoir surrounded by mountains and rivers.

"Father, brother, when did I agree to regret my marriage? Have you ever sought my opinion?"

A girl with long hair in green clothes was crying softly.

The girl's skin was as smooth as gelatin, watery as a fairy, and spotless, like a lotus washed after the rain.

Facing the girl's cries, Luo Zun and his father looked at each other, silent.

Both my father and Luo Zun loved "Luo Shui'er" very much.
To be continued...