Chapter 102 The coldness of the third prince, the killer organization, Netherworld!

Seeing the expression of the Lyra girl, many male heroes present seemed to hear the sound of their own heartbreak.

However, they also have self-knowledge and know that Jun Xiaoyao is not a person who is easy to mess with.

Jun Xiaoyao looked at the Lyra girl's moved look, and a faint arc appeared at the corner of his lips.

Facts have proved that there is no so-called iceberg beauty in this world.

The reason why she is cold to you is not because of her personality, but simply looks down on you.

The third prince is such a tragic existence.

His status is not low, but in terms of personality, ability and other aspects, he is not in the eyes of the Lyra girl.

In contrast, Jun Xiaoyao is like a fairy in the eyes of the Lyra girl.

Let's not talk about the mysterious identity and terrifying strength for now.

Just a superb piano skill is enough to make the Lyra girl heartbroken.

But unfortunately, Jun Xiaoyao is not interested in the Lyra girl.

But in order to design the third prince, Jun Xiaoyao can only agree.

"Since the Lyra girl has invited me like this, I will not be polite to refuse." Jun Xiaoyao said in a gentle voice.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's agreement, the Lyra girl was overjoyed, and her expression, which had always been cold, showed a moving smile.

This made the third prince so jealous that he almost got red eyes.

He could not buy a beautiful woman's smile with a thousand gold coins, but Jun Xiaoyao's casual agreement made the Lyra girl smile sweetly.

"Sir, please..." The Lyra girl seemed to be a little impatient and wanted to play the piano and discuss Taoism with Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly, took Qin Xuan and the Lyra girl away.

Leaving behind a group of licking dogs, you look at me, I look at you, messy in the wind.

"Hey, third prince, we have fought for so long, but in the end we made wedding clothes for others." The young master of Wanbao Chamber of Commerce came over, smiled bitterly, and shook his head slightly.

"Are you so willing to let that guy get his hands on the Lyra girl?" A bit of gloom appeared in the eyes of the third prince.

"I only warn you that it's best not to provoke that guy." The young master of Wanbao Chamber of Commerce said.

"Oh, you know his identity?" The third prince's eyes flashed.

"I don't know, it's just a hunch." The young master of Wanbao Chamber of Commerce said.

He has met too many people, and he has an intuition about who can be provoked and who can't be provoked.

"I can't provoke him, haha, even if he is the descendant of the immortal Taoist tradition, I am also the prince of the Panwu Divine Dynasty." The third prince snorted coldly and left with his sleeves.

"Hey, if you don't listen to good people, you will suffer in front of you." The young master of Wanbao Chamber of Commerce shook his head secretly.

He felt that the third prince was afraid of bad luck.

...

The Xianqiong Tower Qin Competition came to an end.

But it caused quite a stir.

Because this is the first time that a young generation has surpassed the Lyra girl in the way of the zither.

Feng Qingling, the noble lady of Wanhuang Mountain, was crushed by a mysterious young man, which surprised many people.

In the imperial capital, many monks in restaurants and teahouses were talking about this news.

"As the eldest princess is about to choose a prince consort, all kinds of powerful geniuses have emerged."

"Yes, Feng Qingling of Wanhuang Mountain can also be regarded as a respected one among the younger generation, but she was easily defeated."

"I really don't know what kind of freak will emerge next."

"I am looking forward to the arrival of the God of the Jun family, but it seems that I have not heard the news of his arrival."

"Keep waiting, I believe that the God of the Jun family will definitely not let the Champion Marquis be arrogant."

...

In the eastern area of ​​the imperial capital, there is a secluded and elegant villa.

From time to time, the sound of the zither can be heard, which makes people drunk.

The moon is three poles high.

Jun Xiaoyao, dressed in white, stepped out of the villa, followed by the reluctant Tianqin girl.

"Sir, it's so late, aren't you going to rest in the villa?" Tianqin girl's words were full of nostalgia.

She and Jun Xiaoyao played the piano and talked about Taoism in the villa, feeling comfortable and relaxed.

She had never experienced this feeling before.

"No, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Really? That's a pity. I hope I can have a chance to meet you next time." Tianqin girl's jade face was sad.

Jun Xiaoyao turned around and left, but was stopped by Tianqin girl.

"We have been communicating for so long, but I still don't know your name?" Tianqin girl asked, with a light in her eyes.

"It's easy to become an immortal, but it's hard to be free and unrestrained. Goodbye." Jun Xiaoyao left.

"It's easy to become an immortal, but it's hard to be free and unrestrained..." Tianqin girl murmured, and then her delicate body was struck by lightning, and her beautiful pupils were widened.

"So... it was that person..." The Lyra girl took a deep breath.

Surprise, surprise, joy, all kinds of emotions rolled in her heart.

She actually communicated with such a transcendent being alone for such a long time.

On the other side, Jun Xiaoyao walked in the void.

"It has been so long, can that person still hold back?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes changed.

He certainly didn't go to play the piano and discuss Taoism with the Lyra girl because he was bored.

In addition to getting 300 pieces of immortal source, his most important goal was to set a trap against the third prince.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao was thinking secretly in his heart.

He suddenly realized that some of the noises around him seemed to have disappeared.

Even the lights of the pavilions around the imperial capital were completely extinguished.

The surroundings fell into absolute darkness, without even the sound of insects and birds.

"Oh, are you here?" Jun Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows.

Obviously, he was trapped in an isolation formation.

At this moment, a shadow suddenly emerged from behind Jun Xiaoyao, and the blood-red sword stabbed at Jun Xiaoyao's back.

Hedao Realm!

Jun Xiaoyao immediately judged the breath of that person.

"Die!"

A hoarse voice came from the shadow's mouth.

The blood-red sword edge carried a deadly edge.

"Blood Killing Sword Technique, you are an assassin from Netherworld." Jun Xiaoyao turned sideways and slammed his palm towards the sword edge, saying at the same time.

Netherworld is a notorious killer organization in the Wilderness Immortal Realm.

As long as they pay enough, they can assassinate anyone.

They dare to assassinate even people from the Immortal Dao Sect.

"Stupid!"

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao blocking his sword with his palm, the assassin sneered.

His realm was originally one level higher than Jun Xiaoyao, and he also used the king's weapon to perform the top assassination sword technique.

In this situation, Jun Xiaoyao actually fought back with his palm, which was simply stupid in his eyes.

However, the next moment, the Youmingtian could no longer laugh.

Clang!

A sound like the collision of metal and iron rang out.

Jun Xiaoyao smashed the weapons of the king with his bare hands.

Not only that, on his right arm, the fairy mist surged and the glow rose.

The six Daluo fairy bones added strength at the same time.

A punch was thrown, the void trembled, and ripples appeared.

"How is it possible!" The assassin's pupils were condensed with horror.

Puff!

Jun Xiaoyao punched the assassin directly and smashed him into blood foam.

The blood rain drifted and fell.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was still icy. After looking around, he said calmly: "Come out, why hide?"

"Haha, I underestimated you, my prey. Which immortal sect are you from?"

In the dark night, four figures appeared.

In addition to the three men in black, there was a man in blood-stained clothes.

The blood-stained assassin of Youmingtian was at the Nirvana realm!