The man in front of him was wearing leather boots, a long knife across his waist, and a black belt outlined his figure as majestic as a mountain.

The momentum around his body was hidden, which made He Zhenjie feel inexplicably nervous.

As the city lord of Hengjiang City, he had seen the young heroes like carp crossing the river, but he had never felt this way.

The elegance is peerless, and the country is unique!

"Who are you?"

He Zhenjie forgot that he should be angry, and his voice seemed a little gentle.

Yi Qingshan didn't even look at him, staring at another young man: "You are Sun Shan's young master?" ”

"Huh?"

The young man was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect him to ask such a question, and couldn't help but answer: "It's me, what about Sun Shan?" ”

He had a bad premonition.

"Dead." Yi Qingshan was concise and to the point, and without waiting for him to answer, he then asked, "You asked You San to grab the statue?" ”

"Not bad." The young man smiled and readily acknowledged.

"Did you ask Sun Shan to arrest Song Wanjin?"

"Exactly."

"What's your name?"

"Friend, you have a lot of questions." The young man restrained his smile, and his expression became cold: "I haven't asked you what you do?" ”

"You'd better tell me your name."

Yi Qingshan answered the question, and the atmosphere in the room gradually became solemn.

"Why?"

The young man sat back again, poured himself a glass of red wine, and tasted it leisurely, as if he were watching a farce.

"Because, Yi does not kill nameless people under the knife."

The audience was dead silent, and the pins could be heard.

The beauties who poured wine one by one were all dumbfounded, as if they had been immobilized.

After all, in their opinion, the people who can talk and laugh with He Zhenjie are all strong.

It's unbelievable that someone is shouting at them now.

Someone secretly glanced at Yi Qingshan, his face was like a crown of jade, and he stood out.

A genuine beautiful man.

Some maids have begun to worry about him, they know He Zhenjie's temper, and they will never allow anyone to offend them like this.

Sure enough, before the young man could speak, He Zhenjie took the case first: "Bold! Do you know where you are? This is Yokoe Castle! The land of the Dragon Alliance's heavenly might, how can you be wild! ”

"The Land of Heavenly Might of the Dragon Alliance?" Yi Qingshan showed a sneering smile: "Then the person in front of me is from Fusang who came to my Dragon League to stir up trouble and rain, I see that you are also very happy to talk." ”

He Zhenjie was speechless for a while, and said angrily: "Shen Gongzi's ancestor is the person of my Dragon Alliance, although he is abroad, he still sheds the blood of my Dragon League!" ”

"Uncle He, why are you telling him so much!" The man Huo Ran got up and drank all the wine in the cup: "Master, I won't change my name, I won't change my surname, Shen Wenqi!" I'm going to see how you cut me!" ”

"Shen Wenqi?"

Yi Qingshan's brows furrowed slightly, and his face showed a thoughtful expression: "You are the branch of the Shen royal clan in Fusang?" ”

Hundreds of years ago, coinciding with troubled times, the Shen royal clan at that time sent a group of people to Fusang to work hard in order to preserve the fire.

Over the years, with the revival of the Shen royal family, the Fusang line has become stronger and stronger, and it seems that Shen Wenqi is the young master of that line.

This can also explain why He Zhenjie was so polite to him.

After all, Hengjiang City is one of the forces of the Shen royal family, and He Zhenjie is naturally also a member of the Shen royal family.

"You!"

Yi Qingshan's words were light and light, but He Zhenjie and Shen Wenqi's faces all changed greatly!

How did he know about such a secret thing!

Shen Wenqi also has a layer of worry, after the Dragon League established the twelve royal families in charge of the world, it was clearly stipulated that branches other than the Dragon Alliance of all races were not allowed to step into the Dragon League for half a step in their lives!

This time, for the statue of Hades, Shen Wenqi can be said to have committed a big taboo!

No, no matter what the person's identity is, they must not stay!

Shen Wenqi's face turned fierce, and he glanced at a maid behind him.

"Smack!"

It's the sound of a bottle cracking!

An ordinary maid suddenly surged with momentum, and threw the bottle full of red wine in her hand towards Yi Qingshan.

The bottle shattered in mid-air, but instead of spilling the red wine inside, it turned into a sharp needle that pierced through the steel and pierced the door!

With this hand's control of aura, she is much stronger than Yuan Ting and the others!

He Zhenjie's face twitched, he didn't expect that the woman Shen Wenqi brought by his side was such a master!

Thinking that he had slapped her ass before, He Zhenjie shed a few drops of cold sweat.

In the face of the incoming needle rain, Yi Qingshan took the void into his arms, relaxed.

"The aura is well controlled, but the strength is much worse."

Yi Qingshan commented lightly, with a wave of his right hand, all the needles fell and hit Shen Wenqi and the others.

The woman's face changed, and she hurriedly protected Shen Wenqi and He Zhenjie to dodge.

As for the rest of the maids, they all closed their eyes and screamed, feeling that the end was near.

"Puff puff!"

The needle rain hit the white jade walls of the City Lord's Mansion, leaving huge craters one after another.

But the walls did not collapse, and there were no casualties at the scene!

What a terrible control! It's just free!

The woman stared at Yi Qingshan, as if she was facing a great enemy.

It's too strong! I really can't do it, I can only fight to the death and protect the young master to escape!

The woman had already saved her will to die, and she could clearly feel the gap between herself and the young man in front of her.

It's like a trickle of water, facing the vast sea.

"You, you, you!"

The grizzled He Zhenjie got up and kept pointing at Yi Qingshan with a trembling hand.

Not fear, but anger!

"You dare to murder the City Lord of the Dragon League! Do you still have Tianwei in your eyes! And there is no heavenly reason! ”

What He Zhenjie said is justified, and it is true.

Some powerful ancient warriors can claim hegemony in some small overseas countries, enjoy the worship of a country, and they are not at ease.

But in the Dragon League, no one dared to do this.

If anyone dares to do this, without the intervention of the guards of the Dragon Alliance, the troops will be able to put them in order.

Therefore, He Zhenjie will always be fearless, and he will be so shocked when his life is threatened!

"Tianwei? Justice? ”

Yi Qingshan took two steps forward, condescending.

He untied the long knife from his waist and moved slowly.

For some reason, every time his hand moved, He Zhenjie's heart twitched.

The mind is in turmoil, and the panic is uneasy.

The knife tie was a bit cumbersome, and it took a while to completely unravel it.

Yi Qingshan first laid it flat, then rushed down the knife head and smashed it on the ground!

The whole hall shook with it.

"Keep your dog's eyes open and see clearly! This is Tianwei! I am the Heavenly Principle! ”

"What is this?"

He Zhenjie wiped his eyes, trembled suddenly, and the alcohol in his body dissipated completely!

Dragon Knife! This is the Dragon Knife!