"My lord, just now, Ye Xiangxi entered the gate of the Refiner Guild!" Yunjiang Province, in the study of the Governor's Mansion, a subordinate said with a nervous face.

Ye is coming west?!

Liu Donglai's heart shook slightly, and his brows furrowed.

Since Ye Changsheng became famous in the capital, who wouldn't pay attention to the Sanchuan Ye family, and who wouldn't know the four loyal ministers of the Ye family?

Ye Xiangxi is specifically responsible for intelligence, he has always been uncertain, rarely appears in front of outsiders, and all forces in other provinces have only seen Ye Xiangxi's portrait, but they have never seen himself.

Ye Xiangxi did not hesitate to show up and come in person, which can only show that Ye Changsheng wants to do something!

Yes, Ye Changsheng suffered such a big loss this time, and the face of the Sanchuan Ye family was also damaged, how could he pretend that nothing had happened.

Liu Donglai's expression was solemn, he stood up unconsciously, and said in a deep voice: "Come on, keep an eye on the Refiner Guild for me, and the whereabouts of Ye Xiangxi and Ye Changsheng." ”

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"Childe, it has been ascertained that the sword cultivator of the Crazy Sand Gate, as well as a chief steward of the Tianye family, is on his way to a ship in Cloud Dragon City at this moment. ”

In one of the rooms of the Refiner Guild, Ye Xiangxi bowed down and added, "Little Dragon Eagle didn't dare to get too close, so it was impossible to determine if there were any masters in their group to follow. ”

Ye Changsheng sat at the tea table, holding a handful of blood-stained yellow sand in his hand, still exuding a bloody aura.

As his palms turned, blood sand slowly trickled down from between his fingers.

These blood-stained sand were all taken from the wounds on his chest, from the tattered blood clothes, and after several days, Ye Changsheng could still sense the aura of the sword cultivator.

It was also with this vague aura that it took the Little Dragon Eagle Spiritual Wind two days to finally lock on to that sword cultivator.

Of course, the spies under Xiang Xi also made a lot of efforts, otherwise it would be impossible for Xiaolongying alone to determine the identity of the target and lock the target so quickly.

"Qin Feng, what about them?" Ye Changsheng asked.

Ye Xiangxi replied, "Mr. Qin and the two sword cultivators of Yi Shui Tang are already on their way to the capital. ”

The blood hourglass was exhausted, and Ye Changsheng got up suddenly: "You stay for the time being, and I will leave tonight." ”

Ye Xiangxi glanced at Ye Changsheng worriedly, and said cautiously: "Childe, do you want to bring that senior Luo with you?"

A few days after Childe's assassination, Ye Xiangxi couldn't determine how much Childe's injuries had recovered.

Even if Childe has fully recovered from his injuries, how can that sword cultivator of the Crazy Sand Gate be an easy person, and there is also a head of the Tianye family, and there may even be a master next to him.

With the power of Yi Shui Tang's sword cultivators alone, can they deal with them?

Moreover, Childe's original intention was to repay the other party's warning and punitive assassination, and if his own manpower was insufficient, the situation was likely to get out of control.

Once he and the Crazy Shamen and the Tianye family become immortal, this is not in the interests of the Sanchuan Ye family.

Ye Changsheng naturally knew what Ye Xiangxi was worried about, and smiled faintly: "Don't worry, they can plan an assassination, and we can too, if we are not sure, I will not act casually." ”

Ye Xiangxi had no choice but to nod, but he still insisted: "Dao Xu's predecessor is still in Nine Winds City, so it's better to let him answer it too." ”

Zhang Daoxu's cultivation is profound, proficient in medical skills, and has rich experience and experience, with him, even if something happens to the son, it will not be impossible to clean up.

Ye Changsheng thought for a moment and nodded slightly in agreement.

He planned to attack that sword cultivator this time, not out of anger, let alone anger, but to show his attitude to the other party.

The Sanchuan Ye family is indeed very weak, but it is not allowed to be handled by outsiders at will, the Fengcheng Ye family is not good, and the Tianye family is even worse.

The act of assassination is definitely not worth encouraging, otherwise everyone will never have peace.

Ye Changsheng just wanted to use his actions to tell the other party that assassinating this double-edged sword could hurt him, and it could also hurt anyone.

The night was dark, and Ye Xiangxi's carriage slowly drove away from the gate of the Alchemist Guild, and no one noticed it, but there was one more person in the Ye family warrior accompanying him.

In a mansion in the northern city, the little dragon eagle holding it in the room was bored, constantly swallowing the black spar containing the dragon's breath in his mouth, and at the same time ingesting a trace of the dragon's breath in the spar.

Suddenly, its eyes lit up, and it slammed to its feet.

The middle-aged samurai who entered the room changed his description in an instant, revealing a handsome young man's face under his silver hair.

Ye Changsheng looked at Xiaolongying and smiled faintly: "Are you ready, let's go!"

Xiao Longying nodded excitedly, walked out of the room with his legs, and waited for Ye Changsheng to get behind him, and with a force of his feet, he flew into the night sky like a sharp arrow.

Soaring upward, the little dragon eagle spirit wind burrowed into the gloomy clouds, and its broad wings rolled up the wind and snow, and flew away into the distance.

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The snow was falling, and on the black river, a big boat was swimming against the current.

In the brightly lit cabin, the small table is filled with delicacies from the mountains and the sea, and the wine in the glass is slightly undulating, creating amber ripples.

Two young women hugged around a middle-aged man, one with vegetables and the other with a toast, graceful and vibrant.

The middle-aged man's face was obsessed, enjoying the joy of hugging left and right, but he also looked at the opposite side from time to time.

Opposite him, an old man dressed in black, with a face as rough as a rock of the wasteland, his eyes drooping, and on his crossed legs lay a scabbard that was rougher than his face.

There was no sword in the scabbard, only a wisp of yellow sand.

From beginning to end, the old man sat there like a stone sculpture, not moving chopsticks, not drinking, not talking, and even the expression on his face did not change in the slightest.

If it's really a stone carving, it's a pity that he is a person, a living person.

If you are a person, you can't ignore his existence.

The middle-aged man drank a glass of wine again, sighed lightly, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "Sha Protector, this time our mission has been successfully completed, we can relax." ”

Sha Tianmu slowly raised his eyes, and said expressionlessly: "Manager Ye doesn't need to pay attention to the old man, just take care of himself." ”

The head of foreign affairs of Tianye Villa, Ye Beichun, said with a smile: "Sha Protector's words are wrong, this time you have worked hard and made great contributions, which has greatly boosted the prestige of my Tianye family." You don't know, Ye Changsheng was so frightened by you that he hid in the Refiner Guild and didn't dare to show up, the Sanchuan Ye family, which shook the sky, didn't even dare to put a fart, and no one dared to stand up and say a word in the entire Yunlong Principality, all of this depends on the power of your sword!"

As he spoke, Ye Beichun looked at the two beauties proudly, the two beauties looked shocked, and then their eyes flowed, and they looked at Ye Beichun with admiration.

Ye Beichun couldn't help but feel even more proud in his heart, hugging the beauty up and down his hands, eager to have two more hands.

Sha Tianmu couldn't help frowning slightly, but there was a heavy feeling in his heart.

With his identity, he shot at a young offspring, and he also assassinated him secretly, so what's the point of winning?

Besides, only he knew that his sword had actually failed.

Two swords, to be exact.