Chapter 365 Promise You 9

In the lightning, everyone only felt that the long sword disappeared in front of them. Only the immortals could have such means. The ninth prince was still thinking about how to explain this matter. After all, he was a guest of his ancestors. In case he really aroused that anger, it was chilling to think about it.

However, this person is so arrogant that he came to propose marriage to Princess Ningxiang for an ordinary person. Again, he should be reasonable. I just hope that his ancestors have forgotten Zhao Haoran.

With a crisp sound, the cold man beside the ninth prince shouted angrily, "Bold, dare you!"

"Why don't you dare?" Zhao Haoran flicked it gently, and the sword was completely broken into several pieces. The cold man couldn't help but feel a burst of pain. This is his most proud magic weapon. It is powerful. After many refinements, it is very good. Unexpectedly, it was crushed by the man in front of him.

It was almost lost, anger burned, and the soul power burst out, pushing the ninth prince aside.

"Death!" Zhao Haoran's sound contained the power of magic power. The power of the cold man was suppressed, and in the blink of an eye, he was completely breathless and fell to the ground.

The ninth prince swallowed a mouthful of saliva and felt a little uneasy. This immortal seemed to be much more powerful than expected. He could determine a person's life and death in a casual word, and he was also another powerful immortal.

The ninth prince is different from most mortals. Although he can't practice, he still knows something about the division of the strength of the soul world. Soul people like the cold men around him can be regarded as outstanding, and the soul people are generally unwilling to interfere in the struggle of mortals in the secular world.

However, it is inevitable that individual soul people do not follow this rule. Over time, almost powerful countries will have soul dwellers.

The cold man helped the ninth prince many times repel the invading soul. The two were just interests and did not distinguish between superiors and subordinates. Even the ninth prince did not dare to give a light order. Unexpectedly, he wanted to kill himself like this.

"You..." The ninth prince dared not say angrily, "My house doesn't come in as soon as you want to."

As soon as the words fell, the breath of pressure enveloped the whole house. Yun Fei's face was pale. What should come was still coming, and the strong man in the ninth prince's house still took action.

"Kill my disciple and die as soon as possible."

Yun Fei smiled bitterly. It seemed that there was no room for resolution. The cold man was still his apprentice and would not let Zhao Haoran go.

The cold air formed a huge palm and covered the living room. Yunfei only felt frozen and stiff all over. Not to mention the rest of the people, Erdan just looked frightened and didn't understand what had happened. Under the protection of Zhao Haoran, he did not receive any impact at all.

"Ant-like soul dares to be presumptuous in front of me." Over the years, he has been living a peaceful life, but Zhao Haoran's inner world is not so calm. The threat of God and Mr. Han is imminent, and no one can guess when they will come to him.

I didn't expect that the marriage proposal would also encounter such a big wave. Zhao Haoran, the soul of March, could slap countless people to death.

The soul who usually dares not move in front of him is still killing, which is unbearable.

"Don't be angry, this villain, I will take you to punish."

Yunfeng's erratic voice came, and the ninth prince could naturally hear it. Senior, this name made him tremble. He saw the power of his ancestors with his own eyes. Several princes who disobeyed orders wanted to rebel and seize the throne. The ancestors killed wildly and stained the blood into a river. Those rebels lived for nine days and drained their bodies. The last drop of blood, with a smile, seemed to get the greatest relief.

The fierce method has still made the ninth prince unforgettable. He collapsed on the chair and had only one thought in his mind. It's over.

"Master Yun, I..."

The soul of the ninth prince's mansion obviously knew Yunfeng, otherwise he would not dare to appear blatantly in Yuncheng, a place completely ruled by the Yun family.

Before he spoke, he screamed and flew in a corpse from outside the room. It was really the March soul hidden in the nine prince's mansion.

"Don't scare the child." Zhao Haoran frowned together, waved casually, and the body turned into ashes. All this was completed in an instant. Except for Yunfei, no one else saw what had happened at all.

Yun Feng appeared outside the door with a smile, "I'm abrupt. I hope you can forgive me. This boy doesn't know how to praise him. If he is still not relieved, I'll give it to you."

"No need." Zhao Haoran came to propose marriage, not to kill people and establish prestige. If it hadn't been for the arrogant and indulgent attitude of the Nine Prince, he would never have done so.

"This child is loyal and honest at first sight. Xiaojiu, I'll protect the matchmaker. Are you still reluctant to marry your baby daughter?"

The ninth prince was stunned, "Ancestor, you laughed, how can I not be unhappy?"

After saying that, he saluted Zhao Haoran, "Shangxian, I hope you can forgive me if I offend you."

Zhao Haoran sneered and did not answer. The ninth prince smiled awkwardly and did not care how powerful it should be to make his ancestors serve as guests.

The ninth prince couldn't wait to slap himself in the face. If he had known that he should have followed Yunfei's orders, the two powerful men in the house also died, and suddenly remembered a rumor he had heard.

He was not much different from Yunchao of Ningwang Mansion. At that time, he was still at the border. I heard that Yunchao did not know why he became an eunuch, and the people of Ningwang Mansion were nowhere to be found. At that time, he was just a smile. Now when I think about it, it seems that he has an inextricable connection with the middle-aged man in front of him, and he sweats coldly.

"In this case, my wife wants to meet Princess Ningxiang. I don't know if the ninth prince would mind if I take her back."

"I dare not, I just hope that Shangxian will treat Ningxiang well." After all, the ninth prince fought on the battlefield. He is a proud and iron man. Even in the face of irresistible forces, he will not easily succumb.

Zhao Haoran nodded slightly, "Don't worry, I also like this girl Ningxiang very much. If this boy wants to betray her, I will be the first to break his leg."

Erdan was shocked. He could hear that Zhao Haoran's words didn't seem to be fake. He could really do it and keep it in mind.

"I'll stay soon, too. Don't send it." Zhao Haoran left with Erdan and Princess Ningxiang without looking back.

Yun Feng breathed a sigh of relief, "Yunfei, go ahead. Remember, let me know directly what happens in the future. This person is not what I, Yunguo, can afford."

Yunfei was stunned for a long time. His ancestors' words shocked him too much. Originally, he thought that such ancestor had been proud of the world, but he didn't expect that there was really a sky outside the world, and there were even figures hidden in mortals that made his ancestors extremely afraid.

"Why don't you go?"

"Yes, yes." Yunfei came to his senses and quickly caught up with him.

"Wait a minute." Yunfeng suddenly thought of something, "Investigate the teenager's family, call on the protection of the Yun family's soul over a month of cultivation, and never make any mistakes."

"I understand."

The ninth prince was trembling and restless, "Ancestor, I..."

Yun Feng smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. With his cultivation, he will definitely not pursue it. This time, he did him a small favor and owes me a favor to the Yun family. In the future... Hahaha."

In the blink of an eye, Yunfeng disappeared without a trace. This character, who was not qualified to see at all, actually came forward for a seemingly ordinary village man, and the ninth prince was like a dream.

"Remember, don't provoke him, or don't blame me for being rude."

"I will follow the teachings." The ninth prince thought, how dare he provoke? As long as he doesn't come to look for trouble, he will be lucky.

"Uncle Zhao, why are you so powerful?"

"Can I learn martial arts from you?"

"Uncle Zhao, just teach me."

“...”

Zhao Haoran's head was big. The little girl was not as quiet as she thought. She was familiar with herself and did not stop along the way. The soul was full of hardships and ups. Most of them were not as good as ordinary people. They could only struggle at the bottom and end in depression.

Princess Ningxiang asked more vigorously. Zhao Haoran could only hum softly and looked at the hut in front of him, and there was a feeling of relief.

"But it's back." Xiaoyue came out with a smile.

"Good aunt." Princess Ningxiang doesn't look like a spoiled princess since she was a child. This cry of Xiaoyue is very useful.

"This little girl is Princess Ningxiang, right?"

Princess Ningxiang smiled sweetly, "It's good for my aunt to call me Xiang'er."

Princess Ningxiang is extremely smart. Zhao Haoran and his wife seem to have the final say in her marriage with Erdan. As for Erdan's own parents, they heard that the princess was willing to marry and couldn't wait to be a Bodhisattva. How could they not agree?

Lew Erdan and Zhao Haoran, Xiao Yueer and Princess Ningxiang walked into the room arm in hand.

The second egg scratched his head. What's going on?

Time always passes inadvertently. The wedding of Erdan and Princess Ningxiang is extremely grand. The clouds are decorated up and down, as if it were a festival. No princess can be compared with Princess Ningxiang. Usually, there is such a scene only when the emperor ascends the throne.

Ningxiang knew very well that all this was brought by the mysterious Uncle Zhao of Erdan.

Zhao Haoran knows better that Yunfeng is showing his goodwill.

took a mouthful of daughter's red, which is said to be the aging in the palace. It was specially taken out for the wedding banquet of the two. Looking at the smiling little Yueer, Zhao Haoran's face also showed a smile. It was the greatest satisfaction to make her happy.

The green silk began to turn white, which is the aging that every mortal will experience. The changes of Xiaoyueer show an irreversible process. The eyes are slightly moist, and the dry silk scarf covers his face. "Why is such a big person still crying?"

"My eyes are lost." Zhao Haoran turned around, and his body was already slightly cringe.