Didn't Ion Xuan say that there was no one at this point? Why are there so many people here?

Zi Ye instantly had a feeling of being calculated, and was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly heard a wicked laugh from behind him.

"Yo, isn't this our Young Master Zi? Come, let the master hug ...... too"

Zi Ye's eyes suddenly froze, and his arms were stretched, blocking the strong wind from both sides, and crashing into the thick arms of the bear behind him.

Without the slightest hesitation, he kicked back on his toes, and the soles of his feet kicked accurately and fiercely at the lower body of the person behind him.

The sound of wailing came, and the person behind him knelt on the ground with a "plop", his face was as white as paper, and the sweat of the bean slipped down in an instant.

Ziye turned around faintly, stood quietly on the side, and looked at the man in front of him without being shocked.

Under the clear moonlight, the man in front of him was disheveled, about seventeen years old, although his face was a little hideous because of the pain, but Zi Ye still recognized it.

This person's name is Yang Yimei, the same as Ziye, he is also from Fengcheng, and his father is a general stationed in Beijing, guarding the safety of the capital, so in terms of speaking, people's waists are harder than Ziye.

For a long time, this person and Ziye belong to the category of open and secret fighting, and when she was in Fengcheng, she was bullied a lot.

Unexpectedly, now that the road is narrow, I actually met him in this Xuanji camp.

The next sneer, "What are you, and you still want to bully me?" ”

The muscles on Yang Yimei's face were deformed because of the pain, but it didn't prevent him from gritting his teeth and roaring.

"What are you all doing in a daze...... Don't take him down yet......"

As soon as these words came out, several veterans of the Xuanji Battalion behind him immediately surrounded Ziye, and without saying a word, the iron fist was like flying, and they came up and greeted them.

Zi Ye's toes stepped on the ground with strength, saw the move, broke the momentum, looked at the gap, and kicked the man's lifeline with great force.

Another wail came out, and the man collapsed into a shrimp and screamed.

This move made the faces of other veterans tremble, is there such a decisive fight between men?

Purple Night Pointe gestured again to kick out, and the person who made the move in front of her groaned, retracted his defense, blocked his own life, and the wolf took a step back.

Her eyes squinted out, and she looked at the other men beside her, her toes slightly raised, and she was about to spin out.

The veterans took a few steps back in unison, opened a safe distance from her, and stood confronted her for a moment.

Yang Yimei finally breathed a sigh of relief, was helped up, and said hatefully: "Zi Ye, you are really good, you actually use this kind of bad means......

"You care about me?" Purple Night is about to kick out again: "Don't accept it again?" ”

The surrounding veterans gasped and took a step back, looking embarrassed.

Yang Yimei's fingertips trembled even more at Ziye, and he lowered his voice and said, "In this Xuanji Camp, let's come to the future...... I'm going to settle this account with you slowly in the future......"

He glanced around as if alert, and ordered the veterans to turn and leave.

Zi Ye looked coldly at Yang Yimei's distant back, her eyebrows frowned slightly, if she guessed correctly, in the next few days, there would definitely be no fewer people like Yang Yimei who came to provoke.

Because how could the prince let her live a comfortable life?

Even if he doesn't speak, those sycophants will consciously get along with her.

(l~1`x*>+``+