Northwest Barracks, Vutari.

A Wan Xiaoqi with a giant knife in his hand came to the eighth floor, and he bowed to the guards here: "Lao Li, I have changed to guard the eighth layer, you can rest." ”

The so-called Lao Li was the original powerhouse known as the first sword saint of the Northwest Military Region.

He grabbed his broadsword, got up, and said, "I finally waited until this day." ”

Today is the day when the first sword saint of the dusk of the Zhongyun Realm comes to challenge the sword powerhouse of the military palace.

As a kendo master of the Northwest Army, he had to go to participate.

However, he will not forget that there is a real sword master in the Northwest Army.

After half a pillar of incense, he used his body technique to come to the front of the Yunlan battle group.

The rest of the warbands were training hard, but the Yunlan warbands were scattered.

Ordinary soldiers were piled up in piles, whispering with each other.

The commanders were nowhere to be seen.

Lao Li frowned slightly: "Don't the Yunlan Regiments understand the truth that arrogant soldiers will be defeated? ”

He mistakenly thought that the laziness of the Yunlan Battle Group was due to excessive pride.

With a calm face, he lifted the curtain, and ten hundred horsemen were talking fiercely among them.

"What about Lord Xia?" asked Lao Li majesticly.

The ten hundred horsemen naturally knew him, and immediately saluted respectfully: "See Master Li." ”

"I'm asking you!" Lao Li said indifferently.

But the ten hundred horsemen were silent, and none of them responded to him, but their faces were full of sadness.

Well?

Lao Li's eyes swept away, and he was surprised in his heart.

The rest of the light suddenly caught a glimpse of a few scattered pieces of paper on the middle desk.

When he stepped forward and looked, his pupils shrank slightly, and he couldn't help but pick it up and look at it carefully, he thought he was wrong, but if he looked closely, the paper was really wanted by Xia Qingchen.

Not only is it printed with Xia Qingchen's portrait, but also what Xia Qingchen committed - murdering an important general in the military palace and absconding in fear of crime.

And at the very end, there is a large seal of the military palace.

"How can this be?" said Lao Li in shock.

In just ten days, Xia Qingchen has actually become a wanted criminal in the military palace?

"What's going on, say!" Lao Li scolded.

Fang Cuihong and the others cried and cried to make the matter clear.

"I'm really impatient!" Lao Li learned that Xia Qingchen was maliciously framed by He Yun and others, and his anger came from it.

The people named by the third prince dare to spoil like this, and they don't know whether they are alive or dead!

"Don't cry, I'll figure out a way to do this, and you can find Lord Xia immediately. Lao Li walked away with a cold face.

Only he understands that Xia Qingchen's swordsmanship is wonderful, and it is unparalleled in the world.

Such a talent, Mo said that there is no conclusive evidence that Xia Qingchen killed him, even if there is evidence?

If you kill it, you will kill it, He Yun can only die in vain.

Fang Cui's red eyes were overjoyed, as if he saw the hope of life again, and hurriedly said, "Please rest assured, Lord Li, we will find Lord Xia as soon as possible." ”

She immediately went to Zhao Moth's camp, and the latter was also worried and walked around nervously.

Zhao Yunshi stood aside and was silent.

The mother and daughter are also worried about Xia Qingchen's situation.

Fang Cuihong came to see her, and after telling her intentions in the future, Zhao Feimoth's essence suddenly brightened, and there was a strong hope in her eyes: "If Li Yuan makes a move, maybe Xia Qingchen can really survive in a desperate situation!"

Only a few people know that Li Yuan's origin is very terrifying.

He used to be the swordsmanship teacher of the third prince, and if he could say a word or two, he might be able to solve the dilemma.

"The Yunlan Wargroup is all on vacation. Zhao Feimoth immediately issued an order.

Previously, the commander promised the Yunlan battle group to rest for three days, and now it came in handy.

The female soldiers of the Yunlan War Regiment can enter Liangzhou City in civilian clothes and look for Xia Qingchen everywhere.

In Liangzhou City, in front of a certain billboard, there were crowds.

There are two of the latest wanted lists on it.

One is Gongsun Wuji, and the other is Xia Qingchen.

"The Northwest Army has a company of two thousand horsemen who rebel!"

"It's a pity, both of them are young Qianxiao riders in their twenties, and their future prospects are immeasurable, but they have committed such a big crime. ”

"Hey, in the end, there is still no background, the Yu Guitian in the Northwest Army, he has done fewer bad things, how did the Yi ink mine on the border fall into the hands of the enemy, isn't it because of this Yu Guitian?"

"Shhh

A young man with a hat stood calmly behind the crowd, listening to everyone's discussions, his eyes were extremely calm.

As expected, he forcibly killed He Yun, but he still got into trouble and was wanted by the military palace.

He is not someone else, it is Xia Qingchen.

As outsiders speculated, he had absconded.

"Hey!" Xia Qingchen sighed slightly.

He lamented not for personal safety, but for the complete interruption of his original plan to seize the Blood Fountain.

Military Palace, it is impossible for him to go back.

Although the world is big, the blood of God is the only one.

If there is no blood spring, how can you unlock the crystal of the White Lotus Holy Maiden?

"Think long-term. Xia Qingchen muttered, and was about to turn around, when suddenly a middle-aged man standing with his arms crossed and leaning against the corner of the wall stared at Xia Qingchen with sharp eyes.

"You, take off the hat!" the middle-aged man exclaimed, spitting out the hay in his mouth.

Xia Qingchen pretended not to hear, turned around and walked out of the crowd.

"Stop!" the middle-aged man lowered his arms, revealing a patterned logo embroidered on his chest.

That logo is the family crest of the Jingxi royal family!

It turned out that in front of every notice, there were people from the Jingxi Wang family secretly staring, and once a suspicious person was found, the identity was immediately confirmed.

Seeing Xia Qingchen leaving, the middle-aged man immediately caught up.

His cultivation is good, reaching the mid-stage level of the Great Star Rank, surpassing He Yun too much!

His body method was unleashed, and he immediately chased after it.

But as soon as he chased out, he was surprised to find that Xia Qingchen's body method was faster than him, and he couldn't catch up for a while.

Fortunately, there are many people in the city, and his body is greatly affected, so he will not be thrown off by Xia Qingchen.

"Xia Qingchen, don't run!" the middle-aged man shouted tentatively.

If he wasn't Xia Qingchen, he would definitely clarify that he wasn't him in order to avoid misunderstanding, so as not to be hunted down for no reason.

However, the hat boy did not look back.

Therefore, the middle-aged man immediately concluded that the young man he was chasing was definitely Xia Qingchen!

With a twinkle in his eyes, he immediately took out a round ball, shook his arm, and threw it into the air.

Poof-

The ball exploded, spewing out a large amount of striking turquoise smoke.

You can see half of Liangzhou City!

The nearby Wang family immediately rushed over.

They were joined by patrolling soldiers who were searching nearby.

The middle-aged man chased all the way, releasing smoke all the way, making it easy for nearby people to follow their tracks.

Xia Qingchen looked back at the sign on the chest of the middle-aged man in his eyes, and his eyes were slightly cold: "Does the Wang family want to go against me to the end?"

Of all the forces in Liangzhou City, no one was involved in this matter at all, but the Wang family was extremely enthusiastic.

As he spoke, he took out a silvery-white ball and tossed it into the air.

The height at which the ball flies is much higher than that of the royal family's ball.

(End of chapter)