The emperor's son was born, and the top ten female emperors came to propose marriage

Qingyunzong.

Standing on top of a mountain.

The majestic mountains, towering into the clouds, and the mountain streams are surrounded by spiritual mist, are magnificent.

Like a fairyland.

From the foot of the mountain, there is a row of steps paved with white jade.

From bottom to top, I don't know how many steps.

Looking up, I just feel that I can't see the end at a glance.

Every 99 steps, there are two true disciples guarding it.

At the same time, Qingyun Sect went up and down, full of joy.

Because, today is the day when the young master of Qingyun Sect is engaged to Wandu Sect.

Such an important day.

Many sects came to congratulate.

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, there was a long queue.

Like a winding snake.

"Shhhh...!"

A figure came to the foot of the mountain.

"It's so lively!"

"As expected of the version answer, no, son of luck."

Qin Feng scanned the crowd and sighed in his heart.

The engagement of the son of luck has attracted so many sects.

Although not as good as myself, but the future is promising.

"Anyone who wants to step on Lao Tzu to become emperor must die."

"I do not care who you are!"

Qin Feng's eyes froze, and he said in his heart.

People around felt a chill and looked behind them.

"This child, why is there such a big aura."

"Why is it as if the young master of Qingyun Sect robbed his wife?"

"My child! I guess it's because the queue time is too long and I'm not patient enough!"

The two middle-aged men who were closer to Qin Feng muttered.

"Send a child to participate in such a big event, isn't it a joke?"

Another middle-aged man glanced at Qin Feng and said with contempt.

Qin Feng didn't speak.

Instead, he turned his gaze to the top of the mountain.

Then, staggering the crowd in line, walked up slowly.

"Boy, what are you doing!"

"No matter which sect you belong to, go to the queue."

As soon as he reached the first 99th step, Qin Feng was stopped by a Qingyun Sect disciple in white.

"Why are you queuing?"

"I'm not here to congratulate."

Qin Feng spread his hands and said.

"Aren't you here to congratulate?"

"Then why don't you hurry up and get out."

The expression of the Qingyun Sect disciple changed, and his voice became louder and louder.

"Have fun with me!"

"One kid!"

"Hurry up, don't delay me standing guard."

"call out…!"

The long sword was unsheathed and pointed at Qin Feng.

"Noisy!"

Qin Feng shook his head, waved his right hand directly, and punched out.

For such a person who speaks wild words but has no capital, he needs a lesson in blood.

"call…!"

The strength of the fist is in the air, bringing up a stream of air.

"boom…!"

With a loud noise, the long sword snapped, and the flesh and blood of the roadblocker exploded.

No superfluous movements, just violent fists.

"Gah...!"

"Kill a true disciple of Qingyun Sect to death with one punch!"

"This…!"

"Whose family does this child belong to? Such a tiger."

All the sects queuing up suddenly fell into a panic.

On the day of Qing Yunzong's great joy, someone unexpectedly made trouble.

Isn't this self-defeating?

"This kid has pretty good strength."

"It's the wrong set."

"Qing Yunzong, it's not that easy to provoke."

Among the crowd, someone said.

The child can break the opponent's long sword with one punch and kill a Qing Yunzong disciple.

Really scary.

However, this is Qing Yunzong!
With the mentality of watching a movie, they didn't stop it, but found it interesting.

"Mo Fan of the Qingyun Sect, come out and lead him to death."

Qin Feng shook off the blood stains on his hands, and shouted angrily at the top of the mountain.

The childish voice resounded through the sky.

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

I wanted to complain, but my voice got stuck in my throat.

Speechless.

"Damn it...!"

"Fun is fun, trouble is trouble, don't joke with me."

"I have a bad heart."

It took a long time for a bad old man to utter a word.

When speaking, the bad old man covered his chest with one hand, and his breathing was short of breath.

It was so shocking.

A child threatened to ask the young master of Qingyun Sect to come out and lead him to death.

It feels like nine days and ten places, wanting to attack the restricted area, panic...!
"crazy!"

"This kid is crazy."

"Beat a true disciple, don't run away quickly, and want to challenge Mo Fan."

"Hoo hoo...!"

After a long time, the sound of uproar and rapid breathing gradually spread.

At the same time, the disciples of Qing Yunzong also reacted.

Dozens of figures came stepping forward.

Without extra words, he drew his sword and made a move.

Strands of spiritual energy criss-crossed and attacked the child.

"Shhhhhhh...!"

There are many people, and the sword energy is like a tide.

"A bunch of scum...!"

Qin Feng shouted lightly, his whole body shook, and a hole above his head emerged.

A phantom of a real dragon flew out of the cave.

"Ow...!"

The real dragon phantom roared angrily.

A raptor swung its tail, causing ripples to sweep across the area.

"Bang bang bang...!"

Immediately, dozens of disciples flew around, with blood surging.

"Pfft...!"

At the same time, he vomited blood.

He was hit hard by the real dragon's energy.

Even the sects who came to congratulate them dispersed one after another, not daring to approach.

"A real dragon's cave...?"

"This…!"

"This is too perverted!"

After retreating several miles away, a woman in a black robe said in shock.

"A real dragon cave, rare in the world."

"Could it be... this kid has a lot of background."

That old man's voice trembled a little.

Those who can open up caves with the blood of the real dragon must have a strong supporter behind them.

If such a child does not die young, his future will be limitless.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding…!"

"Mo Fan, son of luck, is approaching, host please be careful."

Suddenly, a system prompt sounded in Qin Feng's mind.

He smiled lightly.

The son of luck is finally willing to come out.

It is impossible for Qing Yunzong to ignore such a big movement.

Especially Mo Fan, son of luck.

Today is the day of his engagement.

How can you tolerate others coming to your own territory to run wild.

In three years, Mo Fan has turned from 14 years old to 17 years old.

Moderately sized figure, sword-browed and star-eyed, majestic.

She wore a blue robe with a golden dragon embroidered on her chest, showing the unique identity of the young master.

"Where did you come from, you little brat, come to Qing Yunzong to make trouble."

"Are you looking for death?"

Surrounded by the nine elders, Mo Fan walked down the steps slowly.

Before anyone arrives, the sound arrives first.

A sound like thunder, thick and powerful.

The various sects that were queuing up gave way one after another.

At the same time, Qin Feng saw that invincible young man.

On the top of the boy's head was a large numerical value.

Luck value +9999!

"It's just a little bit of luck, and it's over ten thousand."

"Lin Xuan's luck value is only 999, the gap between the children of luck!"

Qin Feng had to sigh.

System tasks are not easy.

The first child of luck is just an experience pack.

Now, is the real challenge.

"Ding!"

"Host please be careful, Mo Fan, the son of luck, has not only the fourth killing move, the sixth killing formation, but also the third killing formation in his body."

"The strength far surpasses three years ago."

After Mo Fan appeared, the system revealed the opponent's cards again.

"The third killing formation is indeed a lunatic."

Qin Feng muttered something in his mind.

The third killing formation, also known as the chaos killing formation, has been famous since ancient times.

This kind of killing formation can be engraved in the body without exploding and dying.

Only the son of luck.