The beauty is full of beauty, and she walks into the hall.

The black coat, the white long skirt, and the metal finger cuffs on the little finger flashed with cold light.

Yan Ruyi made a look of concern: "Master Ye Shaotang, the slave family heard that your fleet was attacked, and Ye Shouzun was seriously injured, it's not a big deal, right?"

Ye Changsheng said lightly: "There is a big deal to care about the boss of Laoda." ”

Yan Ruyi was amazed, such a big thing happened, Ye Changsheng was still like no one.

If this were someone else, even if it wouldn't be panicked, it wouldn't be so calm, right?

Yan Ruyi said with a straight face: "The slave family is on the ground in the provincial capital, and there are some connections, if Master Ye Shaotang needs help, the slave family can help you find out those people!"

Ye Changsheng said lightly: "Don't work hard, we will find out those people ourselves." ”

Yan Ruyi was surprised again, her words were serious, Liu Da'an and they were originally going to betray.

With such a big favor, Ye Changsheng doesn't want it?

According to her original plan, only if the Ye family and the Iron Sword Sect were defeated, the Ye family would seek the protection of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

Then if she annexes the Sword Pavilion and even the Sword Hall, it will be a matter of course.

But she didn't expect that Ye Changsheng refused without thinking about it.

He is so sure that he can deal with the Iron Sword Gate alone?

Or did he guess that I was involved and lost trust in me?

Yan Ruyi's mind is like electricity, no matter how she thinks about it, she thinks that the second one may be more reasonable.

As soon as she thought of this, she also lost her interest in pretentiousness, and said leisurely: "The slave family also heard that the ship transporting the long sword was burned and sunk, so wouldn't the branch of your provincial city be unable to open?"

Ye Changsheng was silent, he was suppressing the anger in his heart.

"The slave family also heard that the design of your shop is a huge Taiji diagram, which requires the same sword to be arranged, and in such a short period of time, it is almost impossible to cast another batch. ”

Yan Ruyi's wonderful eyes flowed, "Master Ye Shaotang, so far, only my Tianbao Pavilion can help you, just imagine, if your branch is so difficult to even start, then the days after that, can be imagined!"

Ye Changsheng smiled faintly: "A new batch of swords is already on the way, and the day the branch opens will not change." ”

After the fleet was attacked, the county branch had urgently transferred the swords in storage to the provincial capital.

And the newly cast sword of the Asking Sword Hall will be replenished to the county as soon as possible.

In this way, you can reduce the time spent on the road.

Ask the Sword Hall to get busy.

In the past, if more than a thousand swords were forged at the same time, five days would definitely not be enough.

But in the past few months, Wenjiantang has improved its techniques and materials, and the efficiency after integration has been greatly improved.

In addition, there are enough iron ingots in the storehouse, which can be directly used to forge swords.

More than a thousand swords, but it was only a matter of one night.

The rest of the time is enough to simply decorate these swords and fill the façade.

With confidence, how could Ye Changsheng accept Yan Ruyi's threat, or help?

Some people owe a favor, especially a femme fatale.

Yan Ruyi had actually expected Ye Changsheng's attitude, but being directly rejected by others still made her face a little embarrassed.

Yan Ruyi said coldly: "Isn't Master Ye Shaotang afraid that the fleet or caravan transporting the long sword will still be attacked?"

Ye Changsheng raised his eyebrows, stood up, and slowly walked in front of Yan Ruyi.

Looking at the unscrupulous sneer on the corner of Yan Ruyi's mouth, Ye Changsheng also smiled: "If you are afraid or not, Yan Da will soon know the answer." ”

Yan Ruyi let out a silver bell-like laugh: "Then the slave family wants to see if your branch has the ability to open as usual!"

With that, her face turned cold, and she turned and walked away.

In front of the gate of the Momiji Station, a horse-drawn carriage was blazing.

In the tumbling flames, ornate wood carvings and delicate metal ornaments twisted and deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into nothing.

When Lang Lang Lang, a deformed crystal wine glass fell down and rolled to Yan Ruyi's feet.

Yan Ruyi's face was pale, and he turned around suddenly, looking at Ye Changsheng who was walking down the stairs, and did not hide the fierce murderous intent in his eyes.

In front of the public, Ye Changsheng burned her carriage, not only slapping her in the face, but also declaring war on Tianbao Pavilion!

Soon, the entire Nine Winds City will come to the same conclusion through this fire.

Ye Changsheng walked to Yan Ruyi's side, looked at the roaring carriage, and said lightly: "Believe me, this is just the beginning." ”

Yan Ruyi's heart palpitated inexplicably, snorted coldly, and left angrily.

The fire was extinguished, and the onlookers dispersed.

In the wind and snow, a carriage carrying Ye Changsheng and Xiaolongying headed towards the place where the fleet was attacked.

The river is surging and flowing, and the mist is steaming on the surface of the river.

The traces left by the fierce battle a few days ago have long since disappeared without a trace.

On the riverbank, two warriors of the Ye family's fleet dug up a dead body and placed several broken iron swords on the ground.

The little dragon eagle walked up to the dead body, sensed it carefully, and grabbed the iron swords one by one with the eagle's claws, and suddenly rose into the sky, flying into the darkening sky.

In the middle of the night, at the foot of the West Mountain.

Above the dead manor, the sturdy figure of the little dragon eagle walked through the wind and snow, almost instantaneously, what it saw, heard, and perceived, and passed on to its owner in great detail.

In the depths of the dense forest, the two major worshippers, Xin Wenxiong, Xin Wuguo, two great ministers, Zhang Daoxu's three apprentices, twelve black panther warriors, and twenty-eight Ye family masters, stood quietly and solemnly behind Ye Changsheng.

Everyone was dressed in white, with long swords hanging from their waists or big swords on their backs, and their cold eyes looked at the manor in the night, and their fighting intentions burned in their chests.

"Outside the manor, there are a total of four secret sentinels, six people guard the front gate, three people guard the back door, and inside the manor, there are forty-three people who are cultivated, including three women. ”

Turning around, Ye Changsheng said coldly: "All the cultivators in the body, not a single one remains!"

"Yes!"

The crowd replied in a deep voice.

As soon as the task was reached, one after another figures flew towards the cold manor.

The silent killing began with this.

The little dragon eagle provided information in the air, Zhang Daoxu responded on the ground, and the dark whistle on the periphery was accurately pulled out.

The three Iron Sword Sect disciples guarding the back door didn't have time to react before they were pierced through their throats by crossbow arrows flying in the dark.

The more than forty masters of the Ye family spread like a tide, and began to spread towards the depths of the manor.

Snow fell to drown out footsteps, and everywhere the white-clad warriors went, blood flew everywhere, corpses fell to the ground, or someone died standing up.

Until an elder of the Iron Sword Gate let out a rapid scream, breaking the dead silence of the night.

Liu Da'an, the deputy master of the Iron Sword Gate, turned over suddenly, sat up from the bed, grabbed the iron sword, and strode towards the outside of the room.

Just as he opened the door, a shadow came suddenly.

All he saw was a pair of deep eyes, and then a loud roar sounded in his head.

His soul was lost, and in a trance, a cold long sword pierced his throat.

Liu Da'an's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he finally saw the shadow clearly.

The white-haired young man's delicate face remained in the depths of his pupils forever.