Yuan Ying laughed loudly: "What's the matter? Aren't you just coming for me? Now it's twisting upside down?"

In fact, don't look at Yuan Ying's current performance so imposing, in fact, the foundation of his body has long been empty, although Shao Banshan has been helping him recuperate, but the Heavenly Sword Sword Technique is not an ordinary martial art after all, Yuan Ying uses the power of the flesh to drive the Heavenly Sword Technique, and the internal friction is too great.

The divine weapons on Minoru Mountain were all driven by people who had been severely injured in their bodies.

For example, the pair of red and green warriors in Star Swirl's hand, the white jade fork in Yu Wenzhi's hand, and the heavenly sword in Yintian's hand, which of the three people who can drive divine weapons has not suffered heavy physical injuries?

Yuan Ying's body has never been severely damaged, it is already rare to be able to learn a move of the Heavenly Sword Sword Technique by chance, after so many years, his body has long been eaten away by the Heavenly Sword Sword Technique, if he does not use the Heavenly Thunder and Earth Fire frequently, I don't know which time he may have to return to the west!

Fan Yao and the two glanced at each other, and also walked to the round table and sat down, Yuan Ying motioned to the subordinates beside him to help Fan Yao's father and son pour tea.

Yuan Ying raised his teacup: "I still remember that when I attacked Mangshan and Oshu City, there were not a few virtuous nephews! I didn't expect that after so many years, several of us who fought side by side back then have become old people!"

Yao Qirong raised his glass: "Thank you City Lord Yuan for your help, otherwise how could our three families have a comfortable life in the past few years?"

Fan Zhihua and Ruan Gumao both nodded.

"Alas," Yuan Ying sighed, "I didn't want to be the city lord back then, do you all remember?"

The three patriarchs nodded.

"It was the woman who persuaded me, I reluctantly became the city lord, so many years have passed, I Yuan Ying is not talented, and in order to carry forward the Heavenly Sword City, I have been living in this northern place for so long, ashamed, ashamed! I will punish myself with a cup of tea instead of wine!" After speaking, he drank the tea in the cup.

Fan Zhihua said: "The city lord is serious, Fan thinks that it is enough for all of us to be in this Heavenly Sword City!"

"Brother Fan's words are wrong!" Yao Qirong said, "City Lord, your grand plan, I, Yao, will definitely do my best to help you realize it, please rest assured, City Lord!"

Yao Qirong's words made Fan Zhihua beside him a little gloomy, this kind of promise should have been said by the next city lord to Yuan Ying to be logical, but now Yao Qirong was rushed in front of the Fan family and said, after Fan Qingsong heard this, he threw the teacup in his hand directly on the table.

Yao Qirong pretended not to notice Fan Qingsong's action, and Fan Zhihua secretly pulled the corner of Fan Qingsong's clothes under the table, signaling him not to be impulsive.

Yao Yuanshan continued: "What my father said is extremely true, now that my Heavenly Sword City army is strong and has enough food and grass, it is time to make a difference!"

After he said this, Fan Zhihua felt that he couldn't sit still, although the army of Heavenly Sword City had soldiers from the other two families, but generally speaking, it was still dominated by the Yao family's army.

In addition, the three brothers of the Yao family have made many achievements in the army when they were young, and their prestige in the army is very high.

"Of course, in the final analysis, the Heavenly Sword City Army is still under the management of the City Lord, and when the time comes, as long as the City Lord says a word, our Heavenly Sword City Army will definitely live up to expectations!" Yao Qirong said such a beautiful sentence, but it was just because he saw the Fan family's gloomy face.

"Actually, these are all fine, what I hope most is that everyone can be harmonious together. Yuan Ying said such a sentence meaningfully, and Fan Zhihua and Yao Qirong both knew what he meant.

Yuan Ying knew that if he left either and the Ruan family would also leave Heavenly Sword City with him, the Fan family and the Yao family would definitely fight.

Although the Yao family is quite powerful in the Heavenly Sword City army, but Mangshan is the Fan family's sphere of influence, in terms of troops, the Yao family is a regular army, and the Fan family is also a regular army, the only problem is that Mangshan is a distance from here, and the Fan family's army is not as fast as the Yao family's response.

In any case, once the two families start fighting, then the possibility of both sides losing in the end is very high.

Ruan Gumao spoke at this time: "I know I shouldn't interject now, but I think that the unpleasantness that happened during the competition should be resolved at this time!"

What he said doesn't need to be explained, everyone knows it, that is, a "master" in the Fan Mansion accidentally killed Yao Yuanxiu.

Ruan Gumao said this, Fan Zhihua is still very grateful, after all, if this matter is solved now, it will be very beneficial to Fan Qingsong's accession to the throne in the future.

Fan Zhihua continued: "This matter was done by a guest from my house, I have already detained him in the house, as long as Brother Yao says a word, I can let people bring his head!"

"Really?"

"Sure enough!"

"Okay, then how about Brother Fan ask someone to bring this person's head?"

"No problem!"

Fan Qingsong immediately walked out of the gate of Yuan's mansion and ordered people to bring people, while the others sat in the courtyard and waited, no one spoke, everyone was waiting for the Fan family to bring people.

In fact, Ruan Gumao thought it was quite strange, this person's kung fu was so high, how could he be willing to be obediently detained in the Fan Mansion and then be beheaded willingly?

Before Ruan Gumao could figure out the reason, the people of the Fan family brought the head.

The human head was wrapped in cloth and placed on an iron plate and brought to Yao Qirong and Yao Yuanshan.

Yao Yuanshan untied the cloth, revealing the human head inside, and after he took a look, he planned to wrap the head again.

Yao Qirong suddenly shouted: "Wait!"

He raised the head of the person to take a closer look, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times unconsciously. Then he suddenly lifted the head and threw it towards Fan Zhihua.

His action caught people off guard, and Fan Zhihua could only avoid the head, but his face was rubbed by the blood stains on the cloth.

"What do you mean by the surname Yao?" Fan Qingsong stood up and pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"What do I mean? You don't know where you found such a head to fool me, and you are embarrassed to ask me what I mean?"

"Nonsense! This head is really the master's, how can this matter be fake?" Fan Zhihua said as she wiped the blood on her face with the handkerchief that Ruan Gumao handed over.

"How dare you show me the body?"

Fan Zhihua didn't answer, but Fan Qingsong still wanted to be stubborn: "Why don't you dare?"

"Then you ask someone to carry the body over, and I want to examine it!" Yao Qirong said.

"There's no need to bring it here, if you want to see it, you can go to Fan's Mansion to have a look!" Fan Qingsong didn't let go at all.

"Surnamed Fan, I thought you were sincere to me, but I didn't expect you to find a fake head to fool me!"

Ruan Gumao came out to be a peacemaker: "Brother Yao, you said that the head is fake, do you have any evidence?"