The Mad Prince of Tang Dynasty, Inheritance of the Sword Saint at the Beginning

Hearing Xuan Zhenzi's question, Li Kuan shook his head in the expectant eyes of everyone.

"I only know that the other party has obtained the power of the golden dragon, but I don't know who the other party is or where it is. I only know it from the weak connection with the dragon vein."

Hearing this explanation, Xuan Zhenzi asked again.

"In addition to the power of the golden dragon, what about the power of the nine sons? Have they been separated?"

If it's just the power of the Golden Dragon, then they only need to deal with one person, which is better than dealing with nine people.

Li Kuan said with a serious expression.

"I forgot to tell you that although the power of the nine sons has turned into a golden dragon, it can also be separated by the master of the golden dragon and given to others. The power that other people get is more powerful than the pure power of the nine sons."

Hearing this, everyone gasped. The power of the Nine Sons was already terrifying, but now it has become even more powerful. In this way, there will be another storm in the world.

Everyone never expected that not long after Li Chunfeng escaped, the golden dragon found its owner.

In addition to being shocked, I regretted not stopping Li Chunfeng with all my might, leaving behind such a disaster.

But it's useless to regret now, sooner or later there will be a solution.

Li Kuan said.

"It's been a while since I came out. It's time to go back. If the Lord of the Golden Dragon wants to harm Datang, he will surface sooner or later. It won't be too late to solve it at that time."

Everyone felt that what Li Kuan said was reasonable, rather than looking for a needle in a haystack, it would be better to sit on the sidelines and wait for a rabbit.

Just when everyone was about to leave, a shrill roar reached their ears.

That voice, like that of an abandoned little daughter-in-law, was full of sorrow.

Only then did everyone remember that they forgot about the mocking wind when they were about to leave.

Looking at the mocking wind like a hill in front of them, everyone was a little embarrassed. Such a big guy can forget, it is really a bit careless.

Li Kuan waved at the mocking wind, and the mocking wind ran towards Li Kuan obediently like a puppy, Xuan Zhenzi covered his eyes and couldn't bear to look straight at him.

Is this still the legendary Nine Sons?What about the majesty of your dragon son?

No wonder Xie Feng, Li Kuan was already powerful, and with the absorption of dragon veins, he instinctively suppressed Xie Feng.

Xuan Zhenzi sighed.

"Li Chunfeng needs to rely on the book from the ground to control the Nine Sons. His Highness the Crown Prince can be intimidated by his own strength alone, which is too powerful."

Li Kuan explained.

"The book from the ground is also a treasure. It can block my repeated attacks. If there is a chance, it is not bad to grab it and study it."

At this time, everyone remembered that Li Chunfeng had escaped several crises by relying on the book from the ground, otherwise he would have been beheaded by Li Kuan long ago.

Xiaofeng had already arrived in front of Li Kuan, prostrated himself on the ground, extremely respectful.

Murong Yue asked.

"His Royal Highness, how do you deal with the mocking wind? It is so powerful, it would be a pity to let it go."

Bai Qi also said.

"His Royal Highness, why don't you take the mocking wind away?"

Li Kuan rolled his eyes and said speechlessly.

"It's not convenient for me to walk with such a big guy, and I don't need its protection, but it's too redundant as a mount."

Hearing the disgust in Li Kuan's tone, everyone was speechless.

The strength of the nine sons is powerful, and everyone outside is fighting for it, but Li Kuan is so disdainful, the gap between people is really too big.

Whether Xiaofeng is on the battlefield or elsewhere, with his own strength and the ability to fly, he is an existence that can resist thousands of troops, even an auspicious beast.

But in front of Li Kuan, he was not taken seriously. If he had the strength, he could do whatever he wanted.

Xiaofeng also heard Li Kuan's words. Although he didn't have much wisdom, he felt a little wronged at this time, and there were tears in his eyes.

Xuan Zhenzi is speechless, you are the ninth son, can you have some dignity, don't cry every now and then.

At this time, Sun Simiao, who had been silent all this time, spoke.

"His Royal Highness, mocking wind is an auspicious beast. The imperial palace is huge. In my opinion, it can be kept in captivity in the palace to protect Chang'an City. How about it?"

Li Kuan thought about it, and Sun Simiao was right.

Xiaofeng's strength is not enough for him, but he is a crushing existence outside, so he nodded, agreeing to this matter.

Hearing that he had a place to go, he mocked the wind and yelled, showing joy, as happy as a child, but this child is thousands of years old.

On the top of Mount Tai, the mocking wind summoned the palace again.

It's just that compared to before, the palace is dilapidated this time.

Li Kuan's strength is too strong, even if the palace is made of real gold, it is almost destroyed.

Murong Yue stood in the palace and looked up and down, then said.

"His Royal Highness? What should we do with the things here, take them back?"

The night pearls are everywhere, and the roads are paved with gold, which is a huge wealth.