Chai Jingyun came close to Duan Wenjun and whispered, "On the way to the capital, I received the news. The Mo Kingdom has sent a delegation to our Dashun, and the leaders of the delegation are the second prince Yelu Wenqi and the fifth prince Yelu. Wenqing.”
Obviously, he was warning Duan Wenjun not to be impulsive.
Today, the war in the north is in a stalemate.
The relationship between Mo State, Yan State and Shun State is very delicate.
Even if there is a slight change, if this balance is broken...
Therefore, Chai Jingyun had to be afraid.
Although Chai Jingyun's voice was small, Yelu Wenqi, who was not far away, still heard it.
At this moment, his expression became even more arrogant, "Yes, I came here this time to meet your emperor. If you know the truth, get out of here. If not, I will ask your emperor to kill you all." You nine tribes.”
Duan Wenjun was about to have an attack, but Chai Jingyun on the side reached out and grabbed his arm firmly.
All of this fell into Yelu Wenqi's eyes.
He suddenly became even more proud.
"I heard that you Dashun people like to drink tea the most. I am also very curious about what other tricks you can do with this tea." His eyes began to look at Lin Shu'er and Yun Batian obscenely. "Is it possible? , let these two young ladies stay and teach this prince the Dashun tea ceremony!"
As soon as these words came out, Chai Jingyun's expression suddenly changed.
And Mo Shoucheng's sword was unsheathed with a clang.
"Really?" Duan Wenjun snorted coldly, pushed away Chai Jingyun's hand, and slowly walked to Mo Shoucheng's side.
There was a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely cold.
Chai Jingyun looked at Duan Wenjun, her lips moved a few times, as if she wanted to say something.
However, he did not say it after all, but took a few steps back to the side of the old man and the girl.
"What do you want to do?" Yelu Wenqi was stunned for a moment, as if he felt something was wrong. "I came here this time at the invitation of your emperor. Now we in the desert have stationed 400,000 troops in the north..."
Ever since entering Dashun, Yelu Wenqi's words have always worked well.
Whether it's with Dashun officials or with Luye people.
Therefore, when he spoke, he was confident.
However, this time, midway through his words, his voice became smaller and smaller.
He felt something was wrong.
"What, does this have anything to do with me?" Duan Wenjun stared at him and smiled.
His smile was very bright.
There is a hint of evil in the brilliance.
There is also a hint of coldness in the evil.
Yelu Wenqi instinctively took two steps back, "You, what do you want to do?"
The attendants who followed quickly followed him and protected him in the center.
"Old Mo, we are all civilized people in Dashun, so we'd better stop killing people." Duan Wenjun ignored Yelu Wenqi and looked at Mo Shoucheng with a smile, "Since this man can't control that leg, why don't we help him directly?" Did he cut it?"
Hearing this, Yelu Wenqi's expression suddenly changed: "Hmph! If our desert country's 400,000 troops block the border, then..."
At this moment, Mo Shoucheng, who had been staring at the bearded man, suddenly interrupted him, "Are you Desert Guyan?"
Obviously, he was not talking to Yelu Wenqi.
His eyes never left the beard.
The bearded man did not answer, but from the slight change in his face, it seemed that he had confirmed that Mo Shoucheng's guess was good.
"The seventh old man of Yujianmen, Mo Shoucheng." Mo Shoucheng returned the sword to its sheath, held the long sword in his arms, looked at him and spoke again, "Although you have reached the peak of first-class cultivation, you are not mine. opponent."
The bearded man was slightly stunned, his brows furrowed.
He stared at Mo Shoucheng closely, but still didn't speak.
"A few years ago, I had a fight with your brother. He took three hundred and fifty-six moves under my sword." Mo Shoucheng spoke again with a smile.
"Are you the Dashun knight?" The bearded man's face changed drastically, and he stared at Mo Shoucheng and exclaimed.
"Not bad! Your brother still has some integrity. He can't stand the actions of the Mo Kingdom court and is unwilling to act as a pawn of the court." Mo Shoucheng smiled faintly. "But you, why do you follow such a bullshit prince and bully the common people? Already?"
Mo Shoucheng stared at the beard, as if he was lecturing an ignorant junior.
But Yelu Wenqi, who was hiding among the crowd, seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. "Da Mo Guyan, don't forget the oath you once swore. Hurry up and capture them for me."
As soon as these words came out, Dado Guyan's expression suddenly changed slightly.
He looked back at Yelu Wenqi, his eyes seemed to be full of anger.
However, he didn't say a word.
When he turned around, he slowly raised the long sword in his hand, stared at Mo Shoucheng and said, "If you haven't fought before, how do you know I'm not your opponent?"
Mo Shoucheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded, and took action with the long sword in his arms.
As the sound of swords clashing sounded, in just the blink of an eye, Mo Shoucheng and Da Mo Guyan had already exchanged dozens of moves.
The two started competing with simple moves, but within a moment they had already entered into a fight that incorporated their cultivation.
His fast body could no longer move in the small attic of the tea house, so he flew towards the tea garden.
Their toes rested on the top of the tea tree, and their bodies seemed to be swaying in the breeze.
They stood with swords in hand, staring at each other closely.
Just for an instant, the figure flashed and they were fighting in one place again.
Perhaps Desert Guyan was Yelu Wenqi's support this time. When she saw that he was actually fighting with Mo Shoucheng, and even had a faint tendency to be suppressed, Yelu Wenqi's expression suddenly changed.
The next moment, he took out a half-foot-long horn from his waist, put it to his mouth and started blowing.
The horn had just sounded, and the black iron sword in Yun Batian's hand was already dancing.
The two guards standing in front of Yelu Wenqi instantly fell to the ground and started wailing.
However, the personal guards around him seemed to be willing to die, and they instantly made up for it.
Although the cultivation of these personal guards is not very high, they cooperate very closely with each other.
Several people used swords and guns at the same time, and actually stopped Yun Batian's offensive.
The horn sounded loudly.
The team outside the tea house also seemed to feel something was wrong.
Many people had already armed themselves with weapons and rushed towards the door of the tea house.
However, Zhao Xiaowu and several people from the guard camp blocked the entrance of the yard with black iron horizontal swords.
The soldiers from the Mo Kingdom in the ranks outside could not rush in at all.
When Lin Shuer's figure flashed, the brothers in the guard camp who were originally surrounding Yelu Wenqi's personal guards also started fighting with their weapons.
Yelu Wenqi only had a dozen people with him.
Relying on his usual tacit understanding and formations, it was already very difficult to block Yun Batian, who had a first-rate peak cultivation level.
At this moment, as Lin Shuer and other brothers from the guard camp took action, their pressure suddenly became even greater.
Although, they used formations, looked after each other, and protected Yelu Wenqi, they could barely hold on.
But if it takes a few more rounds, no one will dare to think about it anymore...
