Jiangnan·Yizhou City·Myanyu Tower
For some reason, when Li Tengzu heard the words An Lingjun, he was suddenly so frightened that he peeed. He collapsed on the ground and clutched Li Lanxin's clothes tightly.
"Second brother, don't panic. People can't be resurrected. This person must be pretending to be a ghost. I'll find out when I step forward and test his skills."
Having said that, Li Lanxin held the sword in his hand and mobilized all his internal strength. His sword-wielding posture seemed like a ferocious giant beast.
"Three Kings Sword·Shan Hai Qiongqi!" Li Lanxin did not dare to hold back. As soon as the sword tip came out, the strongest sword move from Prince Qiongqi, who had been honed in the battlefield for many years, appeared here today.
It is true that the prince has been on the battlefield in person, and even Ye Qianqiu is amazed by the inner strength contained in his body. Judging from the current state of everyone on the side, only Qing Yi can guarantee that he can take this majestic sword.
I saw the sword attack coming towards Mr. Wuye like a savage beast. Instead of hiding, he pulled out a very ancient-looking sword with a dragon pattern pattern from his cloak. A weapon with such patterns, Generally only emperors can possess it.
Li Lanxin was shocked when she saw the sword, but before he could react, he was repelled by a more domineering sword energy from the man in black.
The whole person fell heavily to the ground on all fours. Even Qing Yi was moved by this scene. Perhaps this person was the strongest person she had ever seen since entering the Star Realm. She closed her eyes and took a closer look at this person, and then she was left with some doubts.
With the strength and state of mind of the man in front of him, who is known as Mr. Wuye, martial arts can completely enter the realm of stars. However, from the depths of his heart, Qing Yi seems to feel a conflicting force, which makes his strength remain at the level. The reason for half a step into the stars baffled her.
Li Lanxin, who has always been calm, seems to be getting more and more nervous for some reason. Judging from Yun Musheng's understanding of him during this period, even if he meets someone stronger than himself, Li Lanxin, who has been a prince for many years, has such arrogance. It is impossible to completely eliminate it.
But look at the two sweaty and embarrassed people on the ground at this moment. There is nowhere to see the chaotic and domineering momentum just now. The man in black didn't seem to have enough fun yet. He slowly walked up to the two of them, put his face forward, and took off his mask in a direction that only the two of them could see.
Although the people behind him did not see what kind of face Mr. Wuye had under his mask, from the frightened faces of Li Tengzu and Li Lanxin, they could at least know that this was a look that made people aloof. The face of the fierce king keeps him awake at night.
"Let's go...go quickly...here comes someone! Where is the carriage? Go back to Nanling quickly!"
Following Li Lanxin's frightened scream, the two noble princes, all dressed in luxurious clothes, ran away on the ground and climbed into the carriage. Accompanied by several horses roaring, the wheels rolled all the way north.
After the two left, the Jie Yue disciples hiding in various corners also retreated. Chongming whispered in Mr. Wuye's ear: "Master, do you need to intercept and kill those two people halfway?"
Mr. Wuye shook his head slightly, stared at the group of people going away, and said quietly: "With such a fuss today, those two people will only pay attention to our movements from now on, and will never have time to care about a young person. Children, not to mention these two, they still have their use value."
After saying that, the two of them immediately got on the carriage, but they heard Ye Qianqiu's voice coming from behind: "Two masters, please stay. Today's kindness will be unforgettable in Yanyulou. Can I pay tribute to you tonight in my humble house?"
Mr. Wuye did not look back, and asked Chongming to take his place: "Master Ye, let's rest in peace and recuperate for now. One day, the world will no longer be so evil and oppressive. At that time, we can have a good time over wine."
Ye Qianqiu is also a knowledgeable person. After hearing this, he bowed his hands from the bottom of his heart and no longer tried to hold back. On the contrary, Yun Musheng couldn't help but yelled at him: "Mr. Nan! You must be it..." Mr. Nan, Mr. Wuye of this calamity moon is you, and Mr. Bai Chen of that day must also be you. Can you tell this disciple..."
Mr. Wuye suddenly turned his head and interrupted Yun Musheng's question: "When you are qualified, I will answer all your doubts. Now you are not old enough to fight against the temple. The government is threatening me." I will try my best to help you resist, but you need to solve other things by yourself. Now you are still someone Han Xie can control with one hand, and you are still far from what I expect of you."
After saying that, he got on the black carriage that came from it. Chongming behind him winked at Yun Musheng intentionally or unintentionally, with a playful look as if he was teasing his younger brother, and then followed the carriage and swaggered. And go.
Today's farce is over. Although everyone's faces are a little tired, in their hearts, they feel relieved. After all, there is a pleasure in life, which is called escaping from death, and there is a kind of luck, which is called a false alarm.
Especially Ye Qianqiu, the building owner, seemed to be ready to see his master Zhong Lijing when Li Tengzu's ax struck.
But now not only is everyone's life safe, but it can also be said that there is no future trouble.
Because among everyone present today, only Ye Qianqiu, who has the most experience, knows what kind of nightmare the word Anlingjun brings to the hearts of the four evil kings.
But Yun Musheng knew almost nothing about this. From childhood to adulthood, this changeable Mr. Nan always appeared in front of him with a mysterious appearance, although every time he appeared, he gave him great influence. Help or on-demand, but we don’t even know what kind of face this person has.
He was also confused about what Mr. Nan said today, what was considered qualified, and what he expected of himself.
But now, although the victory was somewhat unsuccessful, at least Master's Chidori was about to belong to him. Yun Musheng now at least understood that the only thing he had left to do was to kill his enemy Han Xie.
The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult, and although there are many different paths, before the journey reaches the end, Yun Musheng can only continue to move forward step by step.
At night, Yun Musheng was called to the main hall by Ye Qianqiu. As soon as she entered the hall, she saw that besides Ye Qianqiu, Princess Qinghe and Qinglian were also sitting here. Yun Musheng immediately bowed her hands and said: "Master Ye, Master Chief, Sister Qinglian, please forgive me for being late.
Ye Qianqiu hurried forward and arranged for Yun Musheng to sit down. "Hahaha, Young Master Yun, there is no need to be polite. We here are all people who have experienced life and death together. Even if you and I are quite different in age, if Young Master Yun doesn't dislike it, we can all treat each other as brothers."
Qinghe on the side also echoed: "What Ye Louzhu said is absolutely true. You call Qinglian your sister, but you call me the head of the palace. How can you do that? Is it because I think she is older than Qinglian who is the same age? , looks older?”
When Yun Musheng heard that these two seniors treated him so kindly, he suddenly felt warm in his heart. But after all, the other party was a senior, so he still said respectfully: "Don't dare, don't dare, the boss and sister Qinglian are talented." At the age of 30, why is the word "old" used?"
But after hearing this, Qinghe snorted and turned away, with a slight dissatisfaction on his face, which made Yun Musheng look like a hare being roasted on the fire, anxious and unable to move even though he had legs.
