"Lord Wang." Dark Wen came over at this time, he looked at Feng Yan, who had always felt the sword, and asked, "Lord Wang, but there are assassins?" ”

"It's not." Feng Yan put down his sword, "Secret text, practice with me for a while." ”

"Lord Wang......" secretly hesitated.

Feng Yan's voice was a little colder, "This is an order." ”

"Subordinates obey." Cipher said.

The two of them began to practice martial arts in the courtyard.

Feng Yan's move was fast and decisive, and the secret text was a little difficult to dodge.

Dark Wen found the right time, holding the sword blade and stabbing towards Feng Yan's neck, Feng Yan raised his arm lightly, and gently blocked it with internal force, and then turned around and walked behind Dark Wen, and put the sword on Dark Wen's neck.

Secretly stopped all his movements and knelt down on one knee, "Thank you for your advice." ”

Feng Yan withdrew his sword, "Dark text, your biggest weakness is that your speed is too slow, and you are a little hesitant to make a move, the moment you hesitate, you may be killed by the opponent with a sword." “

"Yes, my subordinates understand." Secretly said respectfully.

Feng Yan sat on the stone bench, the afternoon sun was scorching, and his body was covered with layers of sweat.

He didn't like this kind of sultry weather, and his mind flashed through Bai Shuishui's plain smile, and for some reason he felt an even more sultry smell in the air.

Feng Yan tugged at his collar, his voice full of impatience, "This weather is really annoying. ”

"Lord Wang, you seem to be in a bad mood?" Murphy asked.

Blue veins erupted on Feng Yan's forehead, "Haunted by nightmares, I just touched that damn Baishui!" ”

"Hyaswasui?" Dark Wen blinked, his eyes widening.

Dark Wen's first reaction was the same as Feng Yan's, Bai Shui Shui must have wanted to take advantage of the prince's unfeeling to take care of the prince, so as to curry favor.

"Don't mention her name." Feng Yan roared.

Dark grievances.

Didn't you mention it yourself, Lord Wang?

Feng Yan raised his hand and pressed it on his eyebrows, "What about the hidden rebellion?" ”

"He's gone to find out the news of the Red Thorn Gate." Cipher replied.

"Why hasn't Su Heng come yet?" Feng Yan asked.

"My subordinates don't know." Secretly replied, "It stands to reason that Master Su should have arrived an hour ago." ”

Feng Yan's eyes jumped suddenly, and he suddenly got up, "Let's go, something may have happened to Su Heng." ”

"Yes."

Secret Wen followed Feng Yan out.

In the streets during the day, there are still a lot of people, Feng Yan is wearing a navy blue dress, and he is still carrying a sword in his hand, which can be said to be extremely conspicuous, and some people even recognize this as the god of war who won the battle.

After someone recognized Feng Yan, cheers rang out in the crowd, Feng Yan didn't like this, so he simply carried the light gong away.

Along the way to Su Mansion, Feng Yan found Su Heng.

Su Heng was injured and fell on the garbage heap, smelling all over his body.

"Su Heng." Feng Yan raised his hand and patted Su Heng's cheek.

Secretly checked the injuries on Su Heng's body, "Lord Wang, Su Gongzi has three wounds on his body, all of which are on the surface, and there is no major problem, at this moment, he should be in a coma with excessive blood loss." ”

"Take him home." Feng Yan ordered.

"Yes."

Dark Wen forcibly endured the smell and carried Su Heng on his back.

Feng Yan's gaze dimmed, and there was coldness in his eyes.

In broad daylight, there are still people under Lang Lang Qiankun who make a move, and those who dare to touch his phoenix flame are really bold.

Feng Yan looked around and found that there was a trace of blood on the wall, and there was another trace, Feng Yan raised his hand and touched it lightly.