Yan Lan took note of a sect elder and then rushed towards the royal city.

Nowadays, Yan Lan possesses a large amount of spiritual stones, and most of the powerful people in the Eastern Region of Frost Kingdom know him, so riding on the teleportation circle is smooth all the way.

In just a moment, Yan Lan arrived at the center of the royal city and walked into the palace in a swaggering manner.

When Shuang Han learned that Yan Lan had arrived, he completely forgot about his identity as a king. He ran out of the palace with joy, hugged Yan Lan, and laughed and said, "Brother Yan, I've been waiting for you to come."

The elders, princes and nobles who came to inquire about the country were all envious when they saw Shuang Han being so informal and passionate towards Yan Lan.

Among them, the royal family and nobles who did not know Yan Lan all opened their eyes in surprise. They could not believe that such a young boy could receive such kindness from the king. Even they with noble royal blood could not enjoy it.

receive this kind of treatment.

"Haha, Your Highness, you must not underestimate this young man. His abilities are simply unimaginable."

"Well, it's this young man. The mysterious and dark force almost swept across the small Frost Country a few days ago. His power was unstoppable. Suddenly, the Frost Country was in turmoil and everyone was in danger. With the power of one person, he was able to conquer the whole country.

The dark forces killed them all."

"What? How... how is it possible? Who is this young man, and where did he come from?"

"This son's name is Yan Lan, and he is a disciple of the Tiangang Sect in the Eastern Region. He was originally unknown. Unexpectedly, the Ziyuan Immortal Mansion was opened. He defeated many strong men and won the immortal fetus; he also fought with dozens of sects and killed

After killing hundreds of strong men on the other side, he was able to escape completely; and then the mysterious power that invaded the Tiangang Sect was gone forever; and in the battle of the Ruan family's rebellion, he forced many strong men to surrender..."

"No wonder the king would treat him like this. If it were me, I would be equally enthusiastic about him."

"..."

Many people who were at odds with Shuang Han would twitch their faces from time to time and say angrily in their hearts: "Huh, Shuang Han has this son as his backer. It will be difficult for him to touch Shuang Han in the future."

Yan Lan faced Shuang Han with enthusiasm like fire, and her spiritual consciousness swept through the whispers of the people around her. She always smiled calmly.

"Brother Yan, come and have a few drinks with me. Someone will take out two jars of the 8,000-year-old wine from the wine cellar and send them to the king's inner chamber."

Yan Lan watched Shuang Han excitedly pass the order, and at the same time grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the palace.

Yan Lan entered the palace. The group of princes and nobles behind him were not calm.

"What? Eight thousand years of wine, two jars in one hand!"

One of the Protector Elders exclaimed in a low voice. It seemed that even with his noble status as an Elder Protector, it was difficult for him to touch this 8,000-year-old wine.

A prince shook his head and said with envy: "This is the most luxurious wine in the royal family at the moment. It has a long history and uses exquisite materials. The brewing technique is said to have been lost. After the jar was opened, the aroma of the wine overflowed for hundreds of miles. The city smelled it.

I’m so drunk, I really want to take a bite, even just one bite!”

A county prince also widened his eyes and murmured: "The key is that of the 8,000-year-old wine, there are only less than ten jars left. It can be said that every drop is like gold and is priceless. Just to entertain this person who is not much younger than me."

The guy took out two jars at once. In the past, only when there was a particularly grand event, we would have the opportunity to taste a cup as big as a pigeon egg."

Another county prince exclaimed: "Two jars of eight thousand years of wine, two jars, what this boy drank was not wine, but a city!"

An elder who protects the country took a deep breath and said: "I'm afraid that an ordinary city cannot exchange for this jar of wine!"

"..."

Sighs, surprises, and jealous voices came and went.

Even though they were so noble, they did not dare to show any resistance to Shuang Han's hospitality to Yan Lan with such high standards;

Even though they were in powerful positions, it was difficult for them to drink a cup of 8,000-year-old wine, so they had no choice but to lick their tongues with their eyes shining brightly.

…

In the afternoon, on the east side of the palace, in a martial arts arena with a radius of thousands of feet, more than forty young men and women sat staggering around.

In front of them, three old men stood respectfully, wearing gray, black, and yellow Taoist robes respectively.

One of the old men in gray robes was preaching some cultivation insights.

At this moment, among the more than forty men and women, only four or five were pretending to listen, while the rest were talking and laughing in low voices, pinching each other, and it was extremely lively.

There are also some men and women sitting together, each other's hands openly rubbing and kneading each other's private parts, and from time to time they let out a few soft moans of pleasure or lewd laughter. They are so happy.

Among these young men and women, the lowest status is the son and grandson of the elder who protects the country. The highest status is the brother of King Shuanghan, or his nephews and nieces. They are a bunch of people who have no regard for ethics.

, there are even young uncles who touch their nieces and nephews.

When the three old men saw them like this, they all pretended not to notice and just did their jobs step by step.

They have no right to control these young men and women, they cannot control them at all, and they dare not control them.

"Plop!"

A young man sitting in the middle of the front row suddenly tilted his body and hit his head on the ground with a muffled sound.

This young man was sleeping too deeply, and he dreamed that there was a beautiful girl sitting next to him, so he immediately rushed towards him. Unexpectedly, it was a big dream. The beauty did not reach him, but he was hit hard on the head.

Hit the ground.

"Little Prince Shuangyan, you... you didn't hurt from the fall, did you?"

The old man in yellow robe immediately ran over tremblingly and respectfully helped the fallen young man up, with a look of fear on his face.

The young man named Shuang Yan was the youngest son of the late king. He and Shuang Han were half-brothers. He had a high status and was extremely pampered.

Shuang Yan slowly touched her head and stood up, her face twisted in pain, and she kept shouting "Ouch, ouch"!

The old man in yellow robe stood on tiptoes, looked at Shuang Yan's head, and asked cautiously: "Young prince Shuang Yan, do you want me to rub it for you?"

"Get the fuck out of here, if I hit my head and something goes wrong, your dog's life will be at risk."

Shuang Yan pushed the old man in yellow robe fiercely, his expression was distorted, and he cursed in his mouth, as if he hit his head in a sleepy dream, everything was the old man in yellow robe's fault.

The old man in yellow robe bowed humbly and apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, Your Highness Shuangyan, it's my fault that I couldn't help the young prince up in time."

At this time, a white-faced young man stood up, stepped forward, slapped the old man in yellow robe with a loud slap in the face, opened his eyes wide and shouted fiercely: "Old dog, are you an old fool?"

In such a safe place, you can't protect us, what do we want you to do? Eat and drink for free, take our royal family's resources for free?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Prince Shuangbai, I didn't realize it beforehand..."

The white-faced young man named Shuangbai was the son of the late king's younger brother. He immediately shouted: "I didn't realize it. Do you have to wait until something happens to realize it? If it were on the battlefield, wouldn't it be waiting for us to be defeated by the enemy?"

Only after we were killed did you realize that we were in danger? It would be better to raise a few dogs than you old guys."

"Hahaha, Brother Shuangbai is right. Old guy, it's better to lie down on the ground and imitate a dog bark twice to make Brother Shuangyan happy. Maybe it will make Brother Shuangyan calm down and save you from the skin.

The suffering.”

Another young man stood up, stroking his palms and said. He has a fat head, big ears, and a body full of fat. Like Shuangbai, he is also the son of the late king's younger brother. His name is Shuangqiu, and his status is also extremely noble.

At this moment, in an attic hundreds of feet away, Yan Lan and King Shuanghan stood at the window, looking at the nondescript scene on the martial arts field.
Chapter completed!