Chapter 13 Qin Qingyue’s pressure, this princess will never let you surpass it!
Fight against the prince's palace.
There are towering ancient trees, and on both sides of the bluestone road, exquisite lanterns sway gently in the wind, reflecting mottled light and shadow.
Qin Qingyue stood in front of the study window, staring into the distance, with anxiety and complexity between her brows.
She was wearing a lavender dress embroidered with gold trim, her hair was tied up in a high bun, and a jade hairpin was inserted lightly, showing the nobility and majesty of the princess. But at this moment, this dignity seemed to be shaken by the waves in her heart.
At this moment, a rhythmic knock on the door sounded.
"Miss." An old voice came from outside the door.
"Come in."
After the words fell, the old man with white beard and hair opened the door, turned around and looked around, and then closed the door carefully.
"Uncle Fu, is there any news about Qin Hao?" Qin Qingyue sighed and said.
Because Qin Lang couldn't bear to look for Qin Hao, he had no choice but to ask the butler Uncle Fu to find out about Qin Hao.
Butler Fu Bo nodded and said: "Miss, I heard about it, but..."
Uncle Fu wanted to speak but stopped.
"Just what?"
"It's just that the news that this old slave heard is a bit unbelievable." Uncle Fu simply couldn't believe that the good-for-nothing prince who had lived under his nose for several years could actually do such a deed.
Qin Qingyue's curiosity was also aroused: "But it doesn't matter."
Uncle Fu bowed, with a bit of solemnity on his face: "Miss, according to the information I received, Master Qin Hao actually single-handedly killed a late-stage Xiantian realm killer in the Arrancar of the Imperial City. This matter It has been spread among the upper levels, I’m afraid it’s true.”
"Uncle Fu, are you sure you're not mistaken?"
Although Qin Qingyue's voice was soft, it carried a majesty that could not be ignored, and she once again confirmed to the butler Fu Bo beside her.
Fu Bo nodded solemnly.
Qin Qingyue's beautiful eyes widened, and the teacup she held tightly in her hands trembled slightly. A few drops of tea spilled and fell on her clothes, but she didn't notice it at all.
Killing a master in the late Xiantian realm alone?
That Qin Hao who had been ridiculed by her countless times, that good-for-nothing brother in her eyes, now has strength comparable to hers?
This sudden news was like a bolt from the blue, making it difficult for Qin Qingyue to accept it.
How is this possible?
"He...how could he be like this?" Qin Qingyue murmured to herself, with mixed feelings in her heart.
She recalled all the contempt and ridicule towards Qin Hao in the past, and couldn't help but feel ashamed and uneasy.
If this is true, if Qin Hao is really that powerful, if she is surpassed by such a person who has been stepped on by her, then where will her pride and self-esteem be?
Qin Hao, how deep are you hiding...
"Where is Qin Hao now?" Qin Qingyue said with a strange color in her beautiful eyes.
"Miss, when I went to the ruined temple, I found a line of large characters left by Qin Hao, which may be related to his whereabouts."
"What word?"
"I don't want to leave you here, I have my own place to stay."
Uncle Fu bowed slightly, "Old slave guesses that he is probably planning to leave the imperial city, I'm afraid he is already on the way."
"He can't leave!" Qin Qingyue shouted in a low voice, then suddenly startled.
Why are you so anxious?
Did Qin Hao make her feel the pressure?
Uncle Fu also noticed something strange about Qin Qingyue and said, "Miss, how about the old slave go and take him back?"
"Uncle Fu, send someone immediately to save Qin Hao's life!"
"Yes, miss."
Just as Uncle Fu was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly froze on the spot and looked at Qin Qingyue in surprise.
Miss... actually asked him to protect Qin Hao?
Could it be that someone dared to misbehave with Qin Hao?
Uncle Fu suddenly said: "Miss, do you want to report this to the prince?"
"Father has entered the palace and has no time."
Qin Qingyue urged: "Uncle Fu, what are you doing standing still? Go quickly!"
"Old slave, please retire." Uncle Fu bowed respectfully and followed the order. Qin Qingyue was the only one left in the study.
Qin Qingyue looked at the darkening sky outside the window, feeling an unprecedented sense of crisis in her heart.
"The strength to kill Xiantian realm monks..." She used to always mock Qin Hao as a waste, but if she was really surpassed by this waste...
"Hmph, Qin Hao, do you think I will be afraid of this? No matter what your purpose is in hiding your cultivation, I will not let you have the opportunity to surpass me!"
Qin Qingyue gritted her teeth and shouted angrily in a low voice.
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On the trail.
Qin Hao walked in the dim light of the morning, left the imperial city, and embarked on the road to the wilderness alone.
Before officially starting his own spiritual path, he planned to go to the wilderness to pay homage to the old village chief. On the one hand, this was an explanation of his original obsession, and on the other hand, it was also an end to his past.
From now on, there will only be the time traveler Qin Hao, not Qin Hao from the Qin family of the Prince of War!
However, fate seemed not to let him get his wish easily.
"Hey, trash."
A joking voice came from behind Qin Hao.
He turned around and saw Li Yifeng, dressed in brocade clothes, looking at him with a sneer.
Behind the opponent stood a group of warriors dressed in black and with cold faces.
"Li Yifeng, it's you!"
The leader is none other than the young master of the Li family, Li Yifeng, a young man who claims to be the leader of the younger generation in the imperial city.
In the past three years, Li Yifeng often invited Qin Hao to drink.
Qin Hao did not expect that he would be hindered by this person when he left the imperial city.
"Qin Hao, I really didn't expect you to have the guts to leave the imperial city after killing members of my Li family!"
"Without the protection of Prince Zhan's Mansion, do you really think I would be afraid of your status as the heir apparent? Today is the day you die!"
The corner of Li Yifeng's mouth curled up into a sneer, with a sinister light shining in his eyes.
Beside him, several Xiantian realm warriors with equally good cultivation were standing ready, obviously determined to win Qin Hao's life.
Qin Hao's face was calm and his eyes were as bright as a torch. He glanced at the enemies around him and already had a plan in mind.
These guys are obviously well prepared. It seems that this battle is unavoidable. Only by ending the war with war can they show their determination and strength.
"Li Yifeng, there is no grudge between you and me, why are you causing trouble for me?"
Li Yifeng sneered, "Grudge? Just because you are a loser who is not worthy of the third princess, you still try to get your hands on my woman! This is a capital crime!"
"but……"
Li Yifeng changed the topic and laughed strangely: "If you are willing to kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy, I might consider sparing your life!"
"Third Princess?"
Qin Hao frowned. It seemed that there was a secret that he didn't know about.
"It's useless to say more. Since you choose to stand on the opposite side of me, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Qin Hao's voice was not loud, but there was an icy chill in it.
"Haha, are you so eager to die?" Li Yifeng sneered, "Kill him!"
As soon as the words fell, a group of warriors quickly attacked Qin Hao.
The battle is about to break out.
Qin Hao's body moved slightly, spiritual power surged within his body, and a powerful aura exploded instantly, making the surrounding air seem to freeze.
The next moment, the Netherworld Demonic Sword quietly unsheathed, flashed through a black light, and led Qin Hao into the crowd.
But this time, Qin Hao clearly noticed a trace of resistance.
This group of Xiantian realm masters who came to kill him were superior to the previous gang of rabble, both in terms of quantity and quality.
Obviously this was a tough fight.
But Qin Hao was not afraid.
To practice ruthless swordsmanship, what you have to do is to cut off love, and fear is also the same.
Only by cutting off the shackles of fear in your heart can you achieve ruthless swordsmanship.
"Hahaha, boy, suffer death!"
A figure in black suddenly flashed behind Qin Hao, laughed wildly, the sword in his hand glowed red, and slashed down suddenly, vowing to split Qin Hao in half.
(End of chapter)