On the wheelchair, Ye Changsheng's heart was surging and he couldn't help himself.

The heart is like stopping water, pampering and humiliation, how many people can really do it in this world?

At least he can't.

He can be obsessed with forging swords, he can bury his head in the scriptures, he can use the instrument as a rope, and he can go to the mountains and rivers to explore the supreme road.

But he was still a teenager.

Asking the sword world was originally a secular ideal.

As long as he doesn't give up his obsession with asking the sword world, he is still a layman.

He also didn't want to give up his obsession, so he was destined to be a layman.

The earth-shattering cheers, the tunnel formed by the crowd, the wheelchair slowly moved forward.

Silver-like white hair fluttered in the wind, and some scorching sunlight reflected on his delicate face, making his smile even warmer.

Flowers and fresh fruits rained down, and under the vibration of Ye Changsheng's silent breath, they spread out beautifully, and then fell on the road where the wheelchair passed.

Sledgehammer was so nervous that he was about to cry, and his eyes were red.

The strategies of the guards taught to him by Zhang Daoxu's predecessors and the Great Offering are not useful at all in the current scene.

The thousands of faces on both sides of the street made him dizzy, and he had no way of knowing whether a flying knife or a hidden weapon would be mixed in with the flying flowers and fruits.

It is only after a short period of relaxation that he falls into a dream of happiness.

Oh my God, is it true that we are so popular?

And the elites of the Ye family behind the wheelchair are also in the midst of nervous torment, tasting the bliss of the clouds.

At this moment, the ideals they pursue, the glory they pursue, are within reach, but they seem so dreamy, dreamy that they are unreal.

A figure hovered in the air, heading towards the wheelchair.

Almost instantly, the eyes of the Ye family's elites locked on the figure, and they were stunned!

It was a woman, a woman covered in wings, a woman who had lost consciousness.

Her fair skin was covered with patches of blood, and her long bloody hair fluttered in the wind, hiding a puffy and deformed face.

Although that face was covered with blood, everyone in the Ye family still recognized it at a glance.

Ask the big shopkeeper of the Sword Pavilion, Yan Ruyi!

In Ye Changsheng's deep pupils, a speck of blood exploded, and his eyes were red!

Seeing that Yan Ruyi was about to fall in front of the wheelchair, his wrist flipped, and a white cloak spread out, enveloping Yan Ruyi.

With a hook of his wrist again, Yan Ruyi, who had passed out, was sent to the rear by Ye Changsheng, and was surrounded by everyone in the Ye family.

Almost at the same time, a black carving knife flew as fast as lightning, heading towards the crowd, bringing out two streaks of blood.

Before the two hidden samurai could escape, their hamstrings were cut off by the carving knife and they fell to the ground with a thud.

Fang Wuxian, who was standing beside Zuo Ciyun, nodded with a gloomy face, and the secret agents on the periphery controlled the two warriors at the first time and dragged them down silently.

It all happened so quickly that the frenetic crowd didn't know what was going on, even though they saw some clues.

As the earth-shattering shouts rang out, the scene was quickly drowned out.

The little prince Zuo Ciyun was also a little dazed, and when he heard Fang Wuxian's announcement, he realized what had happened, and he was immediately furious.

Yan Ruyi is the big shopkeeper of Wenjian Hall, and when he was active in the capital a few days ago, he was also received by him.

But now, someone actually injured her, stripped her naked, and threw her in front of Ye Changsheng's wheelchair, which was not only a humiliation to Ye Changsheng, but also a provocation to him.

Fortunately, Ye Changsheng handled it calmly and did not let the whole parade deteriorate because of this accident.

Zuo Ciyun tried his best to control the anger in his heart, and said in a deep voice to Ye Changsheng: "Ye Changsheng, this king will give you an explanation!"

Ye Changsheng nodded Muran, his trembling hands clutching the armrests, his knuckles turning white.

Before he entered the city, he had already thought that someone would attack him, assassinate him, and even step on his head in front of the public to seek a high position.

But he never imagined that the opponent's methods would be so despicable!

Just yesterday, when he had just met with the Ye family's elite, he had asked Yan Ruyi's whereabouts.

But because everyone didn't enter the city, they only moved around the city and were busy planning the auction, so they didn't come.

Besides, Yan Ruyi had already visited the little prince, how could everyone think that something would happen to her?

Ye Changsheng's heart was full of self-blame, this time he was negligent, he shouldn't have trusted anyone.

Yan Da is in charge, no matter who hurts you, I, Ye Changsheng, swear, will make them pay a thousandfold and a hundredfold price!

Ye Changsheng's eyes were full of coldness, and he glanced towards the sky.

The sky shone brightly, and a golden point of light flashed.

The point of light quickly enlarged, until ten thousand golden rays of light fell from the sky and swayed on everyone's body.

In the exclamation of countless people, a huge golden Dapeng bird, like a dynamic relief, was suspended in the air.

The Red Flame Jinpeng has a wingspan of seven or eight meters, and its golden body exudes flame-like stripes, like gold melted in the flames.

The golden light it emits is transparent and pure, revealing innate nobility.

The golden feathers, starting from the back, are arranged in small and dense rows, and the more they extend outward, the larger and more sparse the feathers become.

And to the edge of the wings, the huge feathers, like a round long knife, are arranged in two full arcs.

Its head was white, with sharp black eyes inlaid on its sides, and its long falcon looked like it was made of gold, with flames flowing from the edges.

Its claws burned with flames, and black sharp hooks popped out from the golden claw disk, pointing at Ye Changsheng on the ground.

The incomparable coercion hit, and Ye Changsheng's wheelchair seemed to be blocked by a surging tide, and he couldn't take a step forward.

Ye Changsheng's white hair fluttered, he stood up from his wheelchair, and his cold eyes looked at the outstanding young man on Jin Peng's back.

Almost at the same time, Fang Wuxian protected the little prince, and Zhang Daoxu and Qiu Tianzuo came to Ye Changsheng's side.

Everyone was shocked by this scene, and they all raised their heads and looked at the white-clothed young man on the back of the Jinpeng Bird.

Finally, someone exclaimed: "Gongsun Kang, Jinpeng swordsman Gongsun Kang!"

Little Prince Zuo Ciyun's face began to turn pale, his little hands clenched into fists, fear, resentment, and humiliation converged into a frenzy, instantly filling his chest.

Gongsun Kang, the largest cultivation sect of the Glory Federation, is an elite disciple of the Star Moon Sect.

Gongsun Kang, the youngest and most outstanding of the top ten glorious swordsmen.

Gongsun Kang, the proud son of the Gongsun family, one of the two royal families of the Glory Federation.

Zuo Ciyun and Gongsun Kang are also little princes.

However, Zuo Ciyun is the little prince on the earth, Gongsun Kang, and the little prince in the sky!

(End of chapter)