Chapter 32: Escape!

  "Your Highness."

  Under the gaze of everyone present, Fan Yiran walked slowly into the scene without haste or slowness. He first bowed slightly to the middle-aged man in the elegant robe holding a fan, and then turned his head slightly to introduce to Ling Qingyan who was following closely behind: "Ling Xiazi, this is the 'Rong Wangye' of our Great Qin Kingdom's Qinwangfu."

  In a Chinese robe, the middle-aged man saw Fan Yi Ran and bowed, also bowing his head in return. Then, however, he followed Fan Yi Ran's gaze to look at the young man behind him.

  At this time, even the Mo Family elder and the Guiyuan Sect elder, who had suddenly released their true energy, seemed to have forgotten that they were still facing each other, and looked towards the handsome young man behind Fan Yi.

  "Hello, Prince!"

  Even under the gaze of numerous top-grade warriors, Ling Qingyan remained calm and composed, taking two steps forward to slightly bow towards the middle-aged man in embroidered robes.

  "What a poised and elegant young man!"

  For a moment, not only Rong Wangye and his subordinates behind him, but also the Mo family elder and the Guiyuan sect elder, as well as Nan Gongyin and Murong Lian who had stopped confronting each other in the distance, looked at the youth standing upright with a calm expression, and they all involuntarily praised him in their hearts.

  They asked themselves if they were at this age of weak crown, when they saw the actual power figures in the Qin Wangfu, they absolutely couldn't be as calm as this young man.

  "Mr. Fan, who is this?"

  The middle-aged man in the Chinese robe, also known as Rong Wangye, looked at Fan Yiren with a puzzled expression.

  Seeing the gaze of the Sword Elder Fan Yiran turn to himself, Ling Qingyan was taken aback for a moment, already knowing that the Sword Elder of the Tianjian Sect wanted him to introduce himself. He smiled helplessly in his heart and then bowed slightly again to the Royal Highness in front of him, "Your Highness, I am the son of the master of the Ling family of Moyun City, named Qingyan."

  Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

  As soon as Ling Qing's words fell, the eyes of the others converged on Tianjian Sect's Sword Elder Fan Yiyan at the same time. It was clear that they already knew what Fan Yiyan had in mind and the purpose of bringing out the young master of the Ling family tonight.

  "Haha! Master Fan, congratulations..."

  Rong Wangye smiled first and said to Fan Yiran.

  "Congratulations..."

  "Old Fan, congratulations..."

  Everyone congratulated Fan Yiran.

  Although everyone didn't say it out loud, basically they all already knew about the subtle relationship between Ling's family son and the Tianjian Sect's Sword Elder.

  Ling Qingyan looked at the smug expression on Fan Yiran's face, although he also knew the purpose of Fan Yiran's intentions towards him. But at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little stunned. It seemed that from start to finish, he had never made any moves to respond to his advances? Did he really think he wouldn't refuse him?

  If Ruoruo Lingqing's idea were known to everyone present, it would surely be ridiculed!

  Ling Qingyan is who?

  But it was a remote city on the border of the Great Qin State, an heir to a small family.

  Who is Fan Yiran?

  Tianjian Sect's Sword Elder! His identity is extremely high even in the entire Qin State.

  The gap is so big, if Fan Yiran wants to accept Ling Qingyan as a disciple, will Ling Qingyan, who is the successor of the small family, refuse? Even if Ling Qingyan refuses, will his father, the head of the Ling family, refuse? The title of Tianjian Sect's Sword-Bearing Elder's disciple, once hung on the head of the Ling family's successor, would instantly increase the value of the Ling family a hundredfold!

  Who would refuse such temptation and benefits?

  In fact, Ling Qingyan, who had been a member of the two worlds for a long time, couldn't help but think that if he became a disciple of the Tianjian Sect's Sword Elder, how much benefit it would bring to the Ling family...

  So he never had any resistance to this idea of Fan Yiran in his heart, and the previous worries and unwillingness were all because he himself was reluctant to part with the Ling family and his parents in this life. Having thought it through, Ling Qingyan no longer had any burden in his heart!

  After all, whether it was the previous life or this life, Ling Qingyan's bones were extremely eager for a passionate and surging life. This could be clearly seen from his desperate struggle in the underground forces in his previous life.

  Whether it was Ling Qing in the previous life or Ling Qingyan in this life, neither of them were willing to be ordinary people, both having a heart that strives for the peak!

  "Chongwu Continent, countless forces, endless streams of martial artists... Perhaps, the Tianjian Sect will be my stepping stone, allowing me to leap higher on the path to becoming a martial arts pinnacle!"

  Looking at Fan Yiran who still had a lingering smile on his face, Ling Qingyan's eyes flashed with confidence.

  Ling Qing's heart was clear that no matter in the previous life or this life, as long as there was a good start, it would absolutely be possible to reduce the struggle by several decades!

  As in the previous life, Ling Qingyan was completely dependent on himself and his sworn brother to build up their power. If he had a strong backing in his previous life, even if it provided him with all sorts of help at the beginning, then he would have definitely risen higher than that in his previous life!

  When everyone present had calmed down and focused their attention, their eyes all involuntarily converged on the "Yong Huang Dian" on the ground.

  "Three elders..."

  Rong Wangye took a glance at the "Yong Huang Dian" on the ground, then looked again at the two pairs of eyes staring intensely at the "Yong Huang Dian" in the distance. He walked over to Fan Yiran and the other three people, saying: "This time, our several parties coming to fight for the 'Yong Huang Dian' is already settled. It seems that the Murong family and the Nangong family have forgotten their own identities, and actually think they can share a portion with us..."

  "What does the king mean..."

  The Mo family elder heard this and a bright light flashed in his eyes. Apparently, he also had no good feelings towards the Murong and Nangong families.

  "Hmph! Just kill him directly!"

  Fan Yiran couldn't help but think of Liu Yanran's previous encounter, and a fierce killing intent flashed in his eyes as he said coldly.

  "In that case, let's take care of these two first and then deal with the 'Yong Huang Dian' matter afterwards, how about it?"

  The three old men all nodded in agreement with Rong Wangye's suggestion.

  Upon hearing the conversation of the four, Qin Yizheng and others from the Qin Wangfu looked normal, but Ling Qingyan was stunned, "The Nan Gong family and Mu Rong family are really unlucky, not only did many of their subordinates die, this time they will probably lose these two elders as well!"

  Far away.

  Nan Gong Yin first withdrew his gaze from the "Yong Huang Dian", but when he saw the four figures in the distance starting to emanate purple true energy, his heart skipped a beat. "Wang Ye, several elders, what are you...".

  Upon hearing the sound, Murong Lai on the side also felt that the atmosphere was not right. When he raised his head for an instant, he saw four ghostly purple figures swooping towards them, and didn't know what was going on yet.

  "Run!"

  There wasn't even a hint of resistance, Nan Gong Yin and Mu Rong Yue's faces were filled with anxiety, their shallow purple true energy suddenly surged violently, and with a burst of speed, they rushed towards the direction where Rong Wang Ye and others were.