At the gate of Oak City, Yu Wen Lei challenged the city lord Feng Yue. In Yu Wen Lei's mind, he and Feng Yue would have a battle sooner or later, but now the time was ripe. Before the battle, he had laid hundreds of formation seals in advance, and he had severely tricked Feng Yue once!
Within the Five Elements Sword Formation, Feng Yue was in danger, and when in danger, Feng Yue called out a name.
Feng Yue's mournful roar came out, and the next moment, a vague attack appeared within the sword array. Yu Wenlei was suddenly startled. Caught off guard, the Five Elements Sword Formation only lasted for a few breaths before it collapsed.
"What!" Yu Wenlei's pupils shrank, his figure flashed, and he quickly retreated. The sword light in the hundred-foot space disappeared, and the spiritual power fluctuations returned to normal. But at some point, there was a white-haired old man standing there. The old man's skin was wrinkled, his temples were gray, his eyelids were sleepy, and there was a trace of the vicissitudes of life between his eyebrows... …
Yu Wenlei's expression was solemn. He didn't realize that there was such a powerful person hiding in Oak City. He felt a strong sense of danger from the old man.
This person actually broke through his sword formation within a few breaths! Although there are reasons for his carelessness, there is no denying the strength of the other party! Master Yang? He had never heard Zhang Han mention that there was a Master Yang in Oak City.
"Old senior..." Yu Wenlei gave a slight salute. He speculated that the old man in front of him should not be Feng Yue's subordinate. Otherwise, given Feng Yue's temperament, he would not have compromised and made peace with him just now.
"Little brother, which sect are you from?" the old man asked curiously.
"This... to be honest, this kid comes from the Qijue Sect." Yu Wenlei said frankly.
"It turns out to be the Qi Jue Sect. Unexpectedly, the Qi Jue Sect is full of talents. Even I have to admire him for having such skills at such a young age..."
"Senior has received a reward. I wonder what the relationship between senior and Feng Yue is. Why should I save him?"
"A year ago, Feng Yue helped me, and I promised him that I would protect him for three years or save his life. Now the promise has been fulfilled."
Hearing this, Yu Wenlei let out a sigh of relief. It turns out that this is the case. It seems that this old man does not bother to associate with Feng Yue. Otherwise, he would not have failed to take action during the last attack on the Six Swordsmen camp.
"Feng Yue, let's go. I'm here today to protect you from death. But you can't save Yue City anymore. You and I should be clear-cut so that we can take care of ourselves!"
"Master Yang, you..." Feng Yue was still very unwilling, but the old man in front of him had clearly made up his mind and it was impossible for him to change. Finally, Feng Yue turned around and left, and soon disappeared lonely under the yellow sand.
Yu Wenlei didn't stop him. Since it was the old man's will, he couldn't disobey it.
"Don't you know the name of the old man?" Yu Wenlei asked tentatively after Feng Yue left.
"I Yang Xinghe, you don't have to worry. I'm just temporarily living in seclusion here. Since you defeated Feng Yue, you are the master of this wild city. As long as you don't disapprove of me, this wild city will be yours to do as you wish." , the old man changed his steps and returned to the city.
"Yang Xinghe..." Yu Wenlei murmured, he was an upright old man, but he didn't know his true identity and why he wanted to live in seclusion in this wild city.
It was useless to think too much. Yu Wenlei stopped thinking and looked up at the city gate. Hundreds of Feng Yue's men in the city all walked out angrily at this time. Facing the young man with a big sword on his back, they all knelt down. Kneel down.
"City Lord!"
Yu Wenlei rolled his eyes in surprise. These people were really just outsiders. As soon as Feng Yue retreated, they fell to another camp. Of course, Yu Wenlei did not make things difficult for them. Now is the time to use them.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, Yu Wenlei rose up from the ground and climbed up and down the city wall. When he stepped directly above the city gate, the thunderous sword slashed back and forth on the city wall, and after a moment, it landed floatingly on the ground. Three vigorous and domineering characters were left on the city head, Six Knife City!
"Listen, from now on, Oak City will be renamed Six Blades City! From today on, you must participate in the city construction plan. The entire Six Blades City will be expanded by five miles, and the rear will be directly connected to the original Six Blades camp. During the construction process, you performed well. Those who do, will be incorporated into the Six Swordsmen!"
"Yes, City Lord!" These people responded with a grimace. They didn't want to do hard work, but Yu Wenlei's attitude could not be vetoed. They were just keeping a normal attitude towards joining the Six Swordsmen. In their opinion, it was nothing more than...the same as following Feng Yue before. However, soon after, when they learned about the welfare of the members of the Six Blades, they all rolled up their sleeves and performed as well as possible during the construction of the city...
The war ended, and the news quickly spread throughout the city. All the big and small forces in the city were caught off guard by the news, especially the Jinggun Gang. At this time, Gao Ximo's face was extremely gloomy. With the death of Han Lu and many senior officials, he still Before he could recover, such bad news came again.
The situation in the city has been decided, and it has become a fact that Oak City was renamed Liudao City. Another news is even more shocking. The new city is mainly expanding Liudao City, recruiting workers from all over the city, and receiving generous salaries. This is not a big deal.
"Have you heard? The new city is mainly expanding the whole city, one spiritual stone a day."
"One spiritual stone a day? Such a good thing..."
"It's absolutely true! I heard that there is still a chance to join the Six Swordsmen. I didn't join last time. Now it's difficult to join. I really regret it..."
Five days passed. Under Zhang Han's supervision, the expansion of Liudao City was proceeding in an orderly manner, and most people enthusiastically joined the team building the city.
In the past few days, whenever Yu Wenlei had time, he ran to Yang Xinghe. Yang Xinghe lived in the east courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion. The courtyard was very large and felt a bit empty upon entering. Apart from Yang Xinghe, there was only one servant who occasionally trimmed flowers and plants in the courtyard.
On weekdays, Yang Xinghe rarely saw outsiders. Even if Feng Yue invited him, he would always refuse. But he was uncharacteristically different from Yu Wenlei, and the two of them talked happily several times.
After Yang Xinghe's description, Yu Wenlei realized that Yang Lao used mental power to attack his sword array that day. No wonder the attack was strange and unpredictable.
It turns out that Mr. Yang is a Yiwei weapon refiner, and he is also slightly involved in the battle method. Yang Lao's mental power has reached the late stage of the first-level soul realm, but he is still in the early stage. No wonder the sword formation was broken so easily.
"Mr. Yang, why do you live in seclusion here?" Yu Wenlei asked accidentally.
Yang Xinghe's expression paused when he heard this, and his eyes flickered back and forth, as if he was avoiding Yu Wenlei's words.
"If others ask, I will never mention it. Alas... The family has undergone tremendous changes, which is difficult to describe. I was fleeing with my young master, but they were intercepted and killed on the way. The young master was kidnapped by those evil thieves, and I was also injured. I don’t know where the young master is now..." Yang Xinghe’s voice contained melancholy and sorrow that was difficult to conceal.
"The boy was reckless and made Mr. Yang sad..." Yu Wenlei said apologetically.
"It doesn't matter, it's none of your business." Mr. Yang waved his hand and said nothing more.
Yu Wenlei probably knew something about this old man. As for where Mr. Yang came from, he didn't ask any more. He only knew that Mr. Yang was an old man with stories. It was fate that the two of them had talked for several days, and he also benefited from it. Very shallow. In the future, if there is an opportunity to help, he will never refuse.
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