Everyone looked up, the person who came was a woman, the woman was dressed in a light veil, Miaoman's figure loomed, and it was appetizing, if you glimpsed it in the afterglow, you would only feel that the woman was overwhelmed, but if you look carefully, it is hazy.

This person, Beiyu is familiar with, can no longer be familiar.

President of the Mercenary Guild, Eighty-One.

"Duan Shanhe, I have seen the Holy Envoy. ”

"Wen Chang'an, I've seen the Holy Envoy. ”

"Bai Han, I've seen the Holy Envoy. ”

......

Duan Shanhe and the others all saluted to the visitors.

Bei Hongan's face was unwilling, and he looked at Eighty-one, or rather, the Holy Envoy of Pingdu City.

Under the control of the saint, each city in the Yuan Star has its own city lord, but in addition to the city lord, there is also a holy envoy hidden in the dark, the city lord and the holy envoy assist each other, but the power of the holy envoy is greater than the city lord, the purpose is to maintain the normal operation of the entire city.

The identity of the Holy Envoy is generally kept secret, and he will only appear at critical moments, and once the Holy Envoy appears, it means that the threat to the city has been detected, and the Holy Envoy of the city will also change.

Jiang Yuanxing, the saint is the largest, everything is controlled by the saint, whether it is the city lord or the prince, the saint needs to be in person.

If the city is protected meritorious, and the family is not an ordinary small family, you can ask for the saint, and if the powerful person of the holy realm allows it, you will send down an edict.

The fortune of the family that has been sealed will generally range from 30% to 50% compared to that of ordinary people.

This is also one of the reasons why the Beijun Royal Mansion has three generals in a row.

But now, Duan Shanhe is holding a holy oracle to deprive Bei Hongan of his identity and abolish his cultivation.

The Holy Envoy came forward to represent that he had no escape.

Wang Yuzhi nodded slightly at Eighty-One, but did not salute.

Wang Yuzhi belongs to the people of Wind Chime City, and he only needs to meet and salute the holy envoy of Wind Chime City.

Seeing other holy envoys at most gestures, they can even offend.

But generally no one offends the Holy Messenger.

"Holy Envoy ......" Beiyu looked at the figure of Eighty-one, with a lot of thoughts.

It's no wonder that Eighty-One is so confident that he can say the arrogant words that protect him in Pingdu City.

The messenger appointed by the saint does have this ability.

It's just that he didn't expect that the Holy Envoy would hide as the president of a mercenary guild.

People saluted the eighty-one lines in the sky, and only the Wu people stood proudly.

The Wu people only believe in the pastor.

Bei Hongan looked at the eighty-one in the sky, his expression was decadent, and he smiled bitterly, "..... you just said"

Eighty-one glanced at Bei Hongan coldly, then at Bei Yu, and said softly, "I said, you have known Ren Pingsheng for a long time." ”

After speaking, he nodded at Beiyu.

Beiyu shook his head helplessly and slowly walked to the front of the crowd.

"Why don't I remember? When did I offend such a general?" Bei Hongan looked at the tall Bei Yu, racking his brains and couldn't think of Ren Pingsheng's true identity.

Boom!

Suddenly, a figure fell from the sky, smashing a large hole into the ground, and muddy water splashed everywhere.

People turned their heads and were surprised.

In the pit, there is Bei Luoyun with a magic sword full of white hair!

At this moment, Bei Luoyun was embarrassed, there was blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, and his original luxurious clothes were full of mud, like a lost dog.

The sword came out of the dust and slowly descended from the sky, looking at Bei Luoyun lying on the ground.

At this moment, the sword dust was not good, and the whole body was injured by large and small sword wounds, blood oozed out, and his clothes were broken, but he still stood on the ground, panting and said, "Look... It seems that my first sword is superior. ”

Bei Luoyun struggled to get up from the ground, looking at the sword with an unwilling face.

Wang Yuzhi hurriedly went to help Bei Luoyun up, looked at the sword in surprise, and then healed Bei Luoyun's injuries.

"Senior brother, it's okay. ”

The remaining two junior disciples of Bei Luoyun hurriedly stepped forward and asked with their arms around Bei Luoyun.

Bei Luoyun waved his hand and snorted coldly, "It's okay, it's me who lost." ”

Jian Chuchen was also supported by Beiyu and came to Duan Shanhe.

"The sword is out of the dust, and I have seen the holy envoy... "Jian Chuchen saluted slightly, I don't know if it was a wound or something, and he took a deep breath in pain.

Eighty-one said lightly: "Don't be reluctant. ”

Immediately, he turned his head to look at Beiyu and nodded.

Beiyu sighed helplessly, raised his hand to put down his hood, and slowly took off the mask that had been worn for a long time.

Under the mask, a delicate face slowly appeared, handsome and chic, as if finely crafted, if you look carefully, it is somewhat similar to Bei Luoyun, but that face is more resolute and delicate than Bei Luoyun.

"You...."Bei Hongan looked at the young man in front of him, with a rare expression on his face.

This face, even if he hasn't seen it for more than sixty years, he will never forget it.

It's his youngest son, Kitama!

After Bei Luoyun saw Bei Yu take off his mask, he also showed an unbelievable look, spit out a mouthful of blood, and pressed his magic sword against the ground, his body trembled.

"No.... No way. Bei Hongan's face was pale, with mixed tastes, and his eyes were staring at Bei Yu, as if he wanted to see through the trick of the guy in front of him.

But he failed, and that face was indeed Beiyu.

Bei Yu looked at Bei Hongan in front of him, and he didn't know what to think in his heart.

"Three... Third brother?" Bei Luoyun wiped the blood from his mouth casually, and staggered forward, as if he wanted to see Beiyu thoroughly.

"It's me. Beiyu nodded slightly, but there was no trace of emotion in his voice.

The surrounding onlookers exclaimed in surprise after seeing Beiyu.

"What?" he turned out to be the Northern Emperor, the one who sells wontons, and he doesn't look like it. ”

"No, it's not impossible for Beiyu to practice. ”

"I've also heard my grandfather say that Beiyu should be a twilight old man like him now. ”

"Eh, Beiyu! how can he fight and kill if he doesn't buy wontons. An old man saw Beiyu who had become younger, and he was excited to walk on crutches.

"That's right, I just said why I haven't seen him sell wontons in the past few days, so I haven't eaten breakfast for several days. ”

Duan Shanhe was also slightly surprised, he also knew that Ren Pingsheng's identity was not simple, but he never expected that this person was the third young master of the Beijun Palace, Beiyu!

The sword was even more unbelievable, looking up and down at Beiyu.

Beihongan thundered, as if he had been hit by something, and his eyes were scattered.

Bei Yu raised his head, sighed lightly, and looked at Bei Hong'an and said, "I didn't expect it, right? Actually, I didn't expect that in the end, we would come to such an ending." ”

Bei Hongan's face was like ashes, and he looked at Bei Yudao with a little mockery, "I didn't expect that you would be ruthless enough to kill the family that gave birth to you and raised you!"

Bei Yu snorted coldly, his eyes did not dodge, he looked directly into Bei Hongan's eyes and said loudly, "It was not your Beijun Wangfu who gave birth to me and raised me, but my mother!"

almost shouted, and there were two lines of tears in Beiyu's eyes.

"From the moment I was born, just because of my high talent, you will treat me as a pass that can promote the Beijun Palace, in your hearts, as long as you give me the best resources, as long as you obey me, I will go all the way and lead the Beijun Mansion to become a first-class family, and finally go to glory. ”

"That's not love, it's not responsibility, it's for your good!"