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"Little brother, are you willing to sell this sword, I can buy it for five hundred taels of silver!" a warrior immediately stepped forward and said with a very affectionate attitude.

"Five hundred taels, are you going to ask for food? Little brother, if you sell it to me, I can give you a thousand taels!" said another martial artist immediately, for fear that Zhuang Yichen would agree.

"I can pay 1,200 taels!" and the rest of the warriors were shouting the price, and they suddenly looked a little noisy.

"I'm sorry everyone, I like this sword very much, and I'm going to collect it as an heirloom!" Zhuang Yichen immediately said with a smile, and then turned around and left without hesitation.

The weapons that can be valued by the mysterious Holy Demon Tower can be so bad that it is impossible to sell them for 10,000 taels of silver.

He estimated that it was at least a martial arts warrior-level blade, which was very rare. Many warriors looked at his back, and some of them were agile and secretly followed, waiting for him to enter the post house before leaving.

"It's actually living in a post house! It seems that this is a child who participated in the government exam, and his background is not small!" Several major martial arts forces in the northern capital city all received the news.

If Zhuang Yichen is an ordinary martial artist, this short sword will be snatched up for anything. However, if he is a child of a family, if he wants to snatch what is in his hands, it is definitely a dead end.

However, a blade that can obscure itself is still difficult to let go, and many people secretly have the idea to observe a period before speaking.

"I'm unwilling, I'm unwilling!" Yi Feiyang was lying in the prison in the mansion, his hair was scattered, and the Wen Palace had begun to be unstable and was about to slowly collapse.

There was endless resentment in his eyes, and he muttered: "Zhuang Yichen, if I can escape this time, I will fight with you endlessly!"

However, he also knew in his heart that the responsibility for the murder of his fellow Daoists was not trivial, and no one could save him unless it was the main line of the Yi family in the capital.

At this time, inside the Yi family's mansion in the capital, there was a gloomy cloud and miserable fog, shrouded in infinite sorrow.

A pale-faced young man was lying on the big bed, dead, and many rare elixirs were piled up around him but had no meaning.

The first Confucian in the Yan Kingdom, Yi Wenru sat on the Taishi chair with a gloomy face, not knowing what he was thinking.

"How could Jun'er suddenly be attacked by the demons? someone must have betrayed him!Father, this is the only male in the next generation of our Yi family, but now he is dead!" Yi Zixuan said with red eyes.

"There's no point in talking about this now!" Yi Wenru suddenly exhaled lightly and said lightly.

"We want revenge!" Yi Zixuan said word by word.

"No, we have more important things to do now than revenge! I'm going to save my grandson. Yi Wenru finally made up his mind at this time and said.

An urgent document from Jizhou has arrived in his hands, and he has always been unsure of what to do.

Only now, it seems that there is no choice!

A quarter of an hour later, the governor of Jizhou, that is, Wenru He Yi, received Yi Wenru's summons, and after reading it, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, but he had to immediately send the book to Chen Shirong, the lord of the Northern Capital, and his important protégé He Jinfa.

When he was young, he once owed Yi Wenru a great favor, and today he can only repay the favor like this.

"The state lord sent a summons, and we sentenced Yi Feiyang to serve in the Tianlong Mountain Range for twenty years!" Chen Shirong, the lord of the Northern Capital, looked at the handbook in the official seal, looked at the deputy lord with admiration and said.

"Ginger is still old and spicy!" he praised in his heart.

In this world, talent and soul can communicate with everything, and the official seal is similar to the function of phone calls and text messages on the earth, and it has become more and more perfect, which is very convenient.

"County Zun, why are you here?" Zhuang Yichen finished dinner and unexpectedly found that a person had entered the post house.

He Jin let out a dusty sound, and there was a feeling of fatigue in his eyebrows, and he smiled bitterly when he saw Zhuang Yichen.

Thinking of the purpose of his trip, he felt a little sorry for Zhuang Yichen in his heart. Yi Feiyang just got out like this, and laid a big hidden danger for Zhuang Yichen.

It's just that the state lord is kind to him, and he can't shirk it in a pleading tone.

"Well, Yi Chen, I have something to tell you!" He Jin nodded and said softly.

"Does the county zun mean that we will no longer pursue Yi Feiyang's matter?" Zhuang Yichen asked very seriously.

"Yes, although this is very unfair to you, I will try my best to get compensation for you!" He Jin sighed lightly and said.

"I owe the county a great favor, and this time I will pay you back!" Zhuang Yichen looked at He Jin quietly and said.

With a pause in his heart, He Jin suddenly felt that he had lost some kind of precious friendship, and said, "Yi Chen, I'm really sorry!"

can persuade Zhuang Yichen to give in, and the rest of the people will naturally not be able to screw anything in front of He Jin, the county honorable.

Moreover, serving on the front line of the Tianlong Mountain Range for twenty years, this is basically a dead end.