My Formidable Beast-Controlling Consort Rules

No one noticed Yun Qingyan and Guanghan entering the arena, because everyone's eyes were firmly focused on the martial arts stage!

On the martial arts stage made of special marble, a rugged man was raising his head and laughing.

Sunny and scorching sun, the dazzling sunlight fell on his strong muscles, making him very mighty and majestic!

The dress that was different from Bei Anguo makes it obvious at a glance that he is not from Bei Anguo.

This person is probably the provocation brought by the southern country.

Yun Qingyan thought secretly in his heart, on the other side, the palace attendant had already led her and Guang Han to the seat.

Exquisite snacks and brightly colored fruits are placed on the seats surrounding the martial arts stage, which are very appetizing, but now, no one is in the mood to taste these delicacies.

Everyone in Bei Anguo was pale, staring fiercely at the rugged man on the stage, his eyes breathing fire.

Even the Bei'an Emperor on the high platform turned a lot greener, and he did not let go of his hand holding the wine.

On the other side, with strange clothes and a smile on his face, it was the messenger of the Southern Xinjiang State.

The different faces of the two sides formed a sharp contrast.

"Hi!" The sturdy tiger on the competition stage looked around for a week and spit, "Bah! Is this the level of the young genius of Bei Anguo? I can deal with it with one finger!"

He raised his head and looked around for a week. There was a bit of strength in his voice, like a drum, "Is there any kid who dare to try it in my hands?!"

The vigorous voice is like a giant drum banging in the ear, shaking people's eardrums, and those with weaker powers all turn pale and their chests become stuffy!

The people of this southern country are too arrogant!

Emperor Bei'an was pale with anger, and the anger on his body was faintly uncontrollable.

This is completely slapped! Sturdyly, in his Beianguo territory, slapped him severely on the face!

In the southern Xinjiang envoy group, Jiang Wushu looked triumphant.

Haha, Bei Anguo can't even match her finger in southern Xinjiang!

Such a small country will sooner or later crawl under her southern border country.

Jiang Wushu carefully looked at the man dressed in purple and sitting lazily in front of him, biting his lip aggrievedly.

Since the emperor's brother has such a master, why didn't you borrow her to go to the forest? That way, she wouldn't be chased by the Jinpeng Thunder Eagle in such embarrassment!

And the two teenagers who blackmailed her in the forest, don't let her catch them! Otherwise, she will use southern Xinjiang's most vicious and poisonous poison to torture them to death!

"Emperor Bei'an is offended." When the Emperor Bei'an was so angry that he was about to show his anger, a lazy voice of evil charm came.

The voice was low and evil, very sweet and greasy, but it contained a coldness, even if it was heard in June in Fuxia, people couldn't help feeling cold from the bottom of my heart.

This voice? ! Yun Qingyan's eyes twitched violently, and he glanced at each other with Guang Han, and then followed the sound!

I saw that a purple-clothed boy was sitting reclining at the place where the stars of the southern Xinjiang state seat were arched over the moon.

The purple-black long hair was randomly tied behind his head by purple jade buckles, and fell down.

A silver mask with a weird pattern was buttoned on his face, showing only red and thin lips and a perfectly lined jaw, but it added a little more ghostly.

Obviously it was on such an important occasion as the imperial meeting, or on the territory of another country, but he seemed extremely lazy, as if he was resting in his own bedroom, his clothes were loose, showing a small piece of white skin and delicate collarbone. .