Looking at the aggressive aristocratic young master, Sheng Qi's face was as gloomy as water, and his right hand slowly reached towards the hilt of the sword behind his back.
He was ready to go to Xianyang Lingna to surrender after killing all these people on the street.
And at this moment,
Ying Ziqing, dressed in a dark robe, walked out of the crowd.
Sheng Qi looked at Ying Ziqing, who seemed to have a special temperament about him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly lowered his right hand.
Ying Ziqing shook his right hand and threw a bronze token on the noble prince's face.
Then he said with an indifferent expression:
"Go to Xianyang and let Na be punished!"
The noble prince rubbed his red and swollen cheeks and was about to utter arrogant words, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at the token. This sight frightened him as if he was out of body.
The token was engraved with a gilt word - win
The noble prince naturally knows what this means in Xianyang City.
His knees went weak and he knelt down on the ground, saying solemnly:
"Boy Pei Feng, please take a look at the young master."
"Get lost." Ying Ziqing's eyes did not fall on the noble young master at all.
Pei Feng hurriedly led his men to crawl on the ground and ran towards Xianyang Ling's office.
There was still a touch of happiness on his face that he had survived the disaster.
Ying Ziqing glanced at Pei Feng's back, and someone in the crowd understood and followed him quietly.
Seeing that there was no excitement to be seen, the onlookers retreated one after another.
Ying Ziqing turned to look at Sheng Qi, the corners of his mouth raised and he said:
"Why, don't you say thank you?"
Sheng Qi thought that Ying Ziqing was just an aristocratic young man with a higher rank than Pei Feng. He had never had a good impression of such people, and at least dozens of young princes had died at his hands.
Although he didn't know why Ying Ziqing wanted to rescue him, he snorted coldly and said,
He said in a muffled voice: "Thank you."
After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.
Ying Ziqing shook his head and smiled, with a kind smile on his face.
"Sheng Qi, I know you. Aren't you here to challenge Qin's swordsman? Why don't you fight me first?"
Sheng Qi looked at Ying Ziqing and shook his head.
"You don't even have a sword, how can you fight? And you will die if you compete with me."
Ying Ziqing didn't say anything when he heard this. He raised his hand and took out the Longquan Sword from the space.
Then he ignored Shengqi and walked alone to a remote alley.
Looking at Ying Ziqing's mysterious method that looked like an immortal god and that fierce and powerful giant sword, Sheng Qi's tattooed face showed a trace of desire.
"It must be satisfying to kill a man and a sword like that."
Then he followed Ying Ziqing's footsteps and walked towards the alley.
The alley is quite spacious and empty except for some debris.
Ying Ziqing stopped, turned around, put his hand on the Longquan Sword casually, and said calmly:
"Everything in this world has a price. If you are not as good as me, then you will work for me until you die."
Shengqi ripped off the giant sword from behind. The heavy giant sword pressed to the ground, and rubble flew around.
He said in a rough tone: "Okay! Why not!"
Shengqi's right hand tied the sword hilt and hand tightly with a chain.
The inner strength of the late congenital stage exploded with all its strength, and the muscles on the body bulged.
And at this moment,
Ying Ziqing held the hilt of the sword, and the Longquan Sword with a cold light slowly unsheathed it. The moment Ying Ziqing held the Longquan Sword, his whole aura changed, and the aura that had been restrained suddenly burst out,
Ying Ziqing did not use the inner strength of Tiangang in the middle stage of True Spirit, but simply relied on the overbearing and unparalleled sword intent.
The moment Ying Ziqing pointed his sword at Sheng Qi, Sheng Qi felt a huge and terrifying power sweeping towards him, and the overbearing pressure seemed to force him to kneel down to the king in front of him.
At this moment, Sheng Qi, a fellow practitioner of Overbearing Sword Art, seemed to see the end of the sword path of Overbearing Sword Intent.
The iron chain was shattered by the strong wind, and the giant sword in Shengqi's hand fell to the ground.
He stared blankly at the domineering man not far away in front of him, who suppressed him with just his momentum.
He lowered his arrogant head.
There was a hint of trembling in his tone: "Sheng Qi, I'm convinced."
Ying Ziqing took back the Longquan Sword with some boredom, and said calmly:
"It's a pity. I thought you could take my sword."
Shengqi swallowed subconsciously. He had always been fierce and domineering, but now he seemed to be submissive.
If he faced others who were stronger than him, he would definitely move forward with his sword, no matter whether he won or lost, but he faced Ying Ziqing, who was a fellow practitioner of domineering swordsmanship with him, and the terrifying power of the sword prevented him from using the sword at all. courage.
Picking up the giant sword and inserting it behind his back, he gave a silly laugh,
With a touch of solemnity in his expression, he clasped his fists and said: "Young Master, although I, Sheng Qi, am full of evil, I will keep my word and I am willing to admit defeat. My life will belong to you from now on, but I still have one unfinished matter. I hope Young Master will be able to fulfill his wish in the future."
"When the time is right, this palace will help you return to your farm to clear your wrongdoing and let you become the master of Kuei Hall again."
Ying Ziqing's calm words sounded deafening in Sheng Qi's ears.
There was a look of astonishment and surprise on Shengqi's face.
Except for a small group of people in the farm family, no one outside knew about his unspeakable past. How did the powerful and unpredictable noble man in front of him know about it?
Ying Ziqing seemed to have anticipated Sheng Qi's expression and said casually:
"Don't think too much. If you do things for me, I will give you what you want."
Hearing this, Sheng Qi stopped thinking about it and knelt down on one knee and said, "Sheng Qi, a common man, pays homage to the young master."
Facing this powerful and mysterious young master in front of him, Sheng Qi was convinced. It was better to sacrifice his life for such a person than to kill in a muddle-headed way.
Ying Ziqing raised his hand and threw a black iron token to Sheng Qi, "Take this token to the east of the city and someone will come to accommodate you."
After saying that, the figure disappeared in an instant. Looking at Ying Ziqing who disappeared without a trace in front of him in an instant, Sheng Qi's pupils shrank and he glanced at the word "win" on the token.
He suddenly realized: he seemed to be following an incredible person...
Ying Ziqing came to Yan Lingji and Ba Ge soon after coming out of the alley.
Holding Yan Lingji's soft and boneless waist, Ying Ziqing smiled slightly,
"Let's go, I'll continue walking around Xianyang Street with you."
Xianyang is the largest and most prosperous capital city among the Seven Kingdoms. The market inside is not only filled with snacks unique to the Qin Kingdom, but also delicacies from the other six countries.
After taking Yan Lingji to visit half of the market, she finally returned to the new young master's residence.
Although the entire mansion does not look luxurious, it is simple and elegant at the same time. This must be the arrangement of the Mirror Heart Demon, who has many side jobs.
Ying Ziqing was very satisfied with this.
All the servants in the mansion have been replaced by bad guys. In another sense, this place can be regarded as the head office of bad guys in Xianyang.
Yesterday I went for a physical examination. They said that I exercised too much and had an irregular heartbeat. They asked me to control the amount of exercise. Can't I do fitness and basketball at the same time?
