"Spare your life! Hero, spare your life! Please don't kill me! I know it's wrong! I know it's wrong!!"

Then, seeing that the master was afraid to retreat again and again, the previous invincibility and pride were gone in an instant, and his face was replaced by deeper and deeper fear, this person originally disdained to look at himself, but now he was staring at himself vigorously, for fear that after not looking at himself, he would be killed by the good sword, Yang Jinmao's heart was suddenly very happy, and he shook his head without hesitation.

"Fuck! I'm fighting with you!!"

This immediately angered the master, who originally had expectations for Yang Jinmao, but found that begging for mercy was useless, the more the master thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and the more annoyed he was, the more he couldn't forgive Yang Jinmao. Realizing that if he didn't make a move, he would die tragically in vain under the strange magic weapon that the opponent took out, and the master was even more frightened, afraid, angry and hateful, and immediately shot at Yang Jinmao.

"Dog officer, go to death! Good treasure sword, please kill him!

Yang Jinmao was not afraid, he felt that he was going to die, but now he suddenly found life, the good sword turned out to be so powerful, and he suddenly felt at ease, where would he be frightened by the master's roar, and immediately sent out a drink, and once again sent a request to the good sword who saved his life.

"Bang!"

A moment later, I saw that the good sword suddenly trembled in the air and shot out towards the master like lightning, and in an earth-shattering loud noise, he suddenly slashed a fan shot out of the vision hand to smash, and at the same time, it also made the master spurt out a mouthful of blood, and turned around and ran away with a frightened expression, Yang Jinmao was even more happy in his heart, and couldn't help but admire the power of the good sword.

"Brother, you saved my life again. I thought you just gave me a normal sword. Thank you, good brother!"

Then, thinking that the Good Sword was handed over to him by Yang Qiu before leaving, Yang Jinmao's heart surged with more gratitude, and he silently paid homage to the Good Sword, sincerely thanking Yang Qiu for being able to have one more heart than himself, otherwise, he would be a dead man now, not to mention that the master who could witness all the bad things was punished.

"Where did you come from! You dare to kill people in public in the important places of the government, are you tired of being alive?"

However, just when Yang Jinmao thought that the master would definitely die, when he saw that the good sword was about to catch up with the master and pierce his back, suddenly, he heard a majestic angry shout in his ears, Yang Jinmao looked up, only to see a white light flying out of the house in the distance, and in an instant the white light knocked the good sword away, and Yang Jinmao's heart suddenly had a premonition.

"Master, what the hell is going on?"

The face of the master who was scared away half of his life changed greatly, and he found that the person who came was none other than Yuan Yizheng, the city lord who could stand up for himself, and the back of the great bank couldn't help but make him want to cry, and he immediately happily hugged his fists and thanked Yuan Yizheng, and after hearing Yuan Yizheng's question in his ears, he was even more ecstatic, and immediately raised his hand and pointed at Yang Jinmao below, and instantly opened his mouth to distort the facts.

"My lord, I don't know what's going on. As soon as this guy broke into the yamen, he killed people indiscriminately. If you look at his surroundings, there are all his loyal subordinates. Now that they've all been killed by this bastard, you're going to be in charge of me and my innocent dead men!"

Yang Jinmao didn't see who the person was at this time, because the sky was too dark, he could only see that the other party was very majestic, just like his own hunting physique, and wanted to ask about the identity of the person, but before he could speak, he heard the master on the side respectfully worship this person, and the wicked person first sued and distorted the facts, Yang Jinmao was immediately angry, and couldn't help but scold.

"Master, you shameless thing, how can you talk nonsense with your eyes open? I'm just an ordinary person, how can I come in and kill people? Obviously you want to kill me! Deceive me! Are you still not human?"

"Don't take his word for it, sir. You see that although he is an ordinary person, he has a powerful flying sword magic weapon in his hand, and if you don't believe it, you can check the wounds of those subordinates, all of whom were killed by the flying sword magic weapon. ”

"Master, you despicable villain, the person who talks nonsense is obviously you, why are you spewing blood?"

"That's enough! It's wrong for you to dare to kill people in the official mansion! Boy, no matter what reason you have, I must act impartially, and if you kill someone, you should pay for your life! As for whether the master's words are true, I will deal with it slowly, but if you kill someone here with me now, you must pay for your life!"

However, after suddenly hearing the theory with the master, not only was he not the master who was full of poetry and books, but the city lord Yuan Yizheng was persuaded by the master at once, and after the words landed, the other party rushed over, with a terrible coercion to kill himself, Yang Jinmao's body trembled, his heart was on fire, and he couldn't help but scold Yuan Yizheng together.

However, as soon as he suddenly thought of the purpose of this trip, Yang Jinmao swallowed this breath again, forcibly shouted out his intention at the top of his voice, and stretched out his hand to stop Yuan Yizheng, trying to make the other party believe in himself.

"Are you the city lord Yuan Yizheng? You can't kill me! I've come to you in a hurry. Lord Yuan Yizheng, your granddaughter wants to see you!"

As soon as these words came out, I saw that Yuan Yizheng's body in mid-air suddenly paused, and the murderous aura on his body retreated most of the time, and he trusted his words for three points, Yang Jinmao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest to calm down the nervousness, and opened his mouth to continue to explain to Yuan Yizheng.

"My lord! He's lying to you! Don't be fooled! Everyone knows that you are from a family of monks, and this guy is just a beggar, how can he have anything to do with your family? He and your family are two types of people who can't fight together, and he is making up nonsense to fool you, my lord!"

However, at this moment, he suddenly heard a shout from his master ringing in his ears, and Yang Jinmao looked up.

I saw that after the master's words landed, the look of trust on Yuan Yizheng's face was gone, Yuan Yizheng suddenly released his murderous aura again, and rushed towards him with a cold expression, faster, and there was an extra light on his hands, seeing that he was about to hit himself, Yang Jinmao was immediately angry and wanted to kill the demagogic master, and his face turned green.

"Master is right. There's no way you know anyone in my family, let alone my granddaughter, who I've never met. Killing someone is already a crime, and they still want to lie to me. Boy, you're too bold, I can't give you a ...... if I don't kill you today."

Then, hearing Yuan Yizheng's chiseled voice, Yang Jinmao was finally so angry that he couldn't bear Yuan Yizheng's suspicion anymore, and as soon as he raised his big hand, he pointed at Yuan Yizheng's nose and began to scold loudly.

"You old fool! Don't figure things out, just believe the master's nonsense. I see that cultivation and cultivation only know cultivation, and they have all cultivated to the mentally retarded, and they can't distinguish between right and wrong, and they are not as good as me, an ordinary person!"

As soon as these words came out, I saw that Yuan Yi was angry with his own anger, and his body trembled, so he immediately accelerated his speed again and killed himself, and no longer paid attention to the master's affairs, Yang Jinmao's heart suddenly burst out of anger, and the words changed, and he let out a heart-rending cry to the good sword that was beaten away not long ago, and once again took the opportunity to say his request.

"Good Treasure Sword!Please kill that bastard master!!"

"Ahh......h Yes...... Poof......"

Then, he clearly saw that the sword obedient treasure shook slightly in the air, and made a clear sword sound, which turned into a lightning bolt in an instant Before Yuan Yizheng reacted, a sword pierced the chest of the evil master, killing the master on the spot, Yang Jinmao finally grinned with relief, even if he knew that he would be killed by Yuan Yizheng soon, he didn't feel regretful.

"Good Treasure Sword, Good Treasure!?Is that a Good Treasure? It is really a Good Treasure!"

However, just when Yuan Yizheng was approaching him at an unparalleled speed, a powerful coercion had been released, and he was oppressed and unable to move, and Yang Jinmao was ready to be killed, when he suddenly saw Yuan Yizheng hearing the word "Good Treasure", his body turned around, and he immediately flew to Good Bao, holding the Good Sword in his hand and checking it repeatedly, Yang Jinmao's heart swelled with joy.

"Hahahaha! It's really a good sword!Boy, tell me quickly, where did you get this flying sword and good sword? What is the relationship between you and my son Yuan Ruofei?"

Then, after hearing that Yuan Yizheng recognized the good sword, he turned his head to look at his gaze and lost all his killing intent for a moment, and the cold color of Yan Sù and the cold color was gone, replaced by the happy color from his heart, and he no longer used a forced tone when asking himself, but became more and more gentle, Yang Jinmao understood that he couldn't die, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, and thanked Yang Qiu in his heart.

Thank you, good brother, for saving my life again!

"Boy, I asked you, didn't you hear clearly?"

At this time, he suddenly heard Yuan Yizheng's somewhat impatient question in his ears, and Yang Jinmao came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and said the purpose of his trip as it was.

"Here's the thing. Actually, I'm coming to you......"

"I see. Thank you so much, little brother, and I apologize for what happened. Looks like I'm really confused. Haha, don't leave tonight, the banquet is not over yet, come in and enjoy the dishes of our government. Wait until tomorrow morning, when you get a good night's sleep, and I'll go back with you to see my granddaughter!"

Soon after, he found that Yuan Yizheng was stubborn, but his heart was not bad, and after finding out that he was wrong, he apologized to himself and invited himself to eat and live, there was no frame for being an official at all, he was approachable, Yang Jinmao showed a relieved smile, grinned, hugged his fists gratefully to Yuan Yizheng, and followed the other party into the room where the banquet was still being held.

A day later, under the leadership of Yang Jinmao, Yuan Yizheng quietly left Pingshan City, and after coming to Yang Jinmao's house, he met Yang Qiu and his wife, and thanked Yang Qiu for being able to see his granddaughter Wu Tong, who looked exactly like his daughter Yuan Li, in his lifetime, but found that he couldn't find Yuan Ruofei who took the good sword out of the house after searching all over the house, Yuan Yizheng was a little anxious.

However, Yuan Yizheng thought that the good sword was given to Yang Jinmao by Yang Qiu, maybe Yang Qiu knew Yuan Ruofei's current situation, so he put the hope of meeting his son on Yang Qiu, grabbed Yang Qiu's clothes, and urgently asked questions, hoping that Yang Qiu could give himself a definite answer, so that he could go to Yuan Ruofei for himself.

"Your name is Jia Mianxia, right? Since you know the Good Sword, you must know the whereabouts of my son Yuan Ruofei, right? This year, the champion of this year's Imperial Yuan Yuan Realm Monk Tournament below the realm of the Infant Stage is my son. Do you know where he is now? I miss him! Can you tell me where he is?"