Your Majesty, the Emperor is playing your cards again!

Rong Yan was just like him. He was dragged to the battlefield by the Marquis of Zhenxi when he was seven or eight years old. He was a military commander who had fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The spear skills that the Prince of Bei'an had practiced for his own amusement in his own yard were nothing compared to his.

If Rong Yan didn't have the strength, the Marquis of Zhenxi would never be willing to hand over the Zhenxi Army to him.

Although the father and son turned against each other because of the Queen Mother's instigation, if Rong Yan did not have the strength, there is no way that the Marquis of Zhenxi would hand over the military power of the Zhenxi Army.

Prince Bei'an was walked like a dog for a long time and finally realized something was wrong.

Every move he made was lethal, but Rong Yan was able to dodge them all.

It only proves one thing, he did it on purpose!

The guy named Rong is really teasing him!
Prince Bei'an's anger instantly reached his head, and the spear in his hand was instantly filled with true energy and stabbed straight into Rong Yan's eyes.

Damn it! Today, he will definitely gouge out his eyes, making him a blind man and falling into darkness forever!

Seeing that he was desperate, Rong Yan curled up his lips into a sneer, dodged his fatal move, and at the same time, the spear in his hand swung around, and a cold light flashed.

"Bang..."

The two guns collided, making a crisp sound.

The spear in Prince Bei'an's hand fell to the ground. At the same time, the spear in Rong Yan's hand was pointed straight at his throat.

Prince Bei'an's arms were numbed by the shock, and the numbness spread to his entire body. In an instant, all his five senses seemed to have lost consciousness.

He stood there in a daze for a while, and when he came to his senses, he was first shocked and couldn't believe it, then his face turned pale as paper, and then gradually turned purple into a bright and clear eggplant.

He was so angry that his veins bulged and his eyes were wide open. He stared at Rong Yan with a pair of bloodshot eyes as if he wanted to eat someone.

This bastard, how dare he!
How dare you disrespect him like this!
Xia Baozheng walked out, waved her hands in front of Prince Bei'an, then clapped her hands and said, "Excellent, it's really wonderful! Prince Zhenxi is worthy of being the commander of the Zhenxi Army, he really deserves the title!"

The guests came back to their senses and burst into cheers. "The Crown Prince of Zhenxi deserves the title! The Crown Prince of Zhenxi is mighty!"

"The Crown Prince of Zhenxi deserves the title! The Crown Prince of Zhenxi is mighty!"

"..."

When Prince Bei'an heard the cheers all around him, he became so angry that he felt like he was about to explode.

I originally thought that after this competition, I would become famous in the northwest, and then famous throughout the world.

Unexpectedly, a basin of ice water came over his head and poured him directly into the ice cave.

How excited and heroic I was just now, but now I am so angry and furious!

He wanted to kill that bastard Rong Yan, and he wanted to kill this group of cheering pariahs!

Rong Yan pulled back his spear, bowed to him, and said with a smile: "Prince Bei'an, I appreciate your giving in."

Jun Jinzi looked at Rong Yan's smug smile, his angry blood rushing to his head. The voice in his head clamoring to kill that bastard Rong Yan became louder and louder, and he couldn't suppress it at all.

He was like a fighting cock that had gone mad with rage, his anger growing larger and larger, like a raging river or sea, drowning out his rationality.

He shook his wrist, and suddenly a sharp knife flew out from his sleeve and pressed against Rong Yan's neck in an instant.

He bared his teeth and shouted, "Who do you think you are? How dare you attack this prince!"

Rong Yan's face turned cold and he said, "This prince was personally appointed by the emperor. What do you say is that? Prince Bei'an is questioning this prince. Could it be that he is questioning the emperor?"

Jun Jinzi's mind was already filled with rage, and he shouted... (End of this chapter)