Ye Zhiwei hurriedly changed her clothes and rode straight to the Wanhe Xiangdart Bureau in the city.

Tsing Yi drove in person, and the carriage was fast and steady along the way, and Ye Zhiwei took out the piece of purple jade that she was close to her in the car.

The front of the purple jade is carved with a crane pattern, and the back is carved with a picture of green pine clouds.

Ye Zhiwei rubbed the two small characters in the lower right corner of the purple jade with her fingertips: Huai'an.

"The princess, it's here." There was a sound of Tsing Yi outside.

As soon as Ye Zhiwei got out of the carriage, she saw more than a dozen guards of the Southern Palace's Mansion standing outside the gate of the Wanhe Xiang Dart Bureau, as well as the kicking clouds and black horses they were holding in their hands.

Seeing her coming, Kick Cloud Snorted.

Ye Zhiwei reached out and touched its neck, and asked the guards, "What about the prince?" ”

The guards all had bitter faces: "The prince went in by himself, and he didn't let his subordinates follow ......"

Ye Zhiwei turned to look at the gate of the Wanhe Xiang Dart Bureau, last time, she was also standing here, but she didn't have the courage to walk in.

You must know that this is not actually a dart game, but the famous Feihe Hall on the rivers and lakes, a place that only recognizes money and does not recognize people.

"Tsing Yi." She took a deep breath, "Let's go." ”

"Yes." Tsing Yi did not hesitate and followed her into the gate of the Wanhe Xiang Dart Bureau.

They had barely taken a few steps into the gate when a white light flashed from one side.

Tsing Yi's hand was quick, and he drew the long sword at his waist and flicked the white light out.

The white light fell to the ground, making a crisp metal crashing sound, and Ye Zhiwei looked down and saw that it was a silver nail.

"Who?" Tsing Yi shouted.

"Trespassing on Wanhe Xiangdart Bureau, who are you still asking me?" A figure stepped out from behind the hidden wall opposite, "While you are still alive, I advise you to go back quickly." ”

Ye Zhiwei did not flinch, and said loudly: "Where is the person who went in just now?" ”

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You're in a gang?" ”

"Where is he?" Ye Zhiwei asked.

"I'm alive for the time being." The man sneered and said, "I really don't know how high the sky is, and I actually put forward conditions to our hall master, and it is only a matter of time before we die." ”

Although Ye Zhiwei didn't know why Feng Duhan came here in a hurry just after leaving the palace, he must have his reasons for doing things.

"Can you take me to him?" She looked at that person fixedly, judging from the skill of the person just now, he should also be the killer of Feihe Hall, and she didn't know what the use of that piece of jade was now, so she didn't dare to take it out easily.

"Yes." The man responded happily, and even Tsing Yi was a little surprised.

"But ......," he said, taking out four silver spikes from his sleeve and holding them between his fingers, "only the dead can pass me." ”

Ye Zhiwei has a villain in her heart, this kind of cliché is really uncreative.

Tsing Yi drew his sword and said in a low voice: "Princess Shizi, please stand behind your subordinates ......"

Wanhe Xiang Dart Bureau, Intermediate Court.

In the spacious bluestone courtyard, there is a sharp sound of breaking the sky from time to time.

Several figures were intertwined, like ghosts, and ordinary people could not capture their movements with the naked eye.

A man in his forties sat on a Taishi chair, wearing a soap-colored eight-treasure group flower brocade robe, with a silk tie around his waist and a piece of purple jade hanging from it.

Beside him stood several well-dressed men dressed in short clothes.

"The prince of Nanwang really deserves his name." The man narrowed his eyes and stared at the crescent white of the figure opposite.

"Hall Master, if he really wins, do you really want to let Liu Wuyan go?" They have never bowed their heads to others at any time.

"No hurry...... Let's wait until he wins. The man in his forties grinned, one corner of his mouth raised, revealing a strange smile.

All the men standing beside him saw the smile on his face, and their faces immediately changed.

The people in the rivers and lakes call Mo Sanxiao, the master of Feihe Hall, usually does not smile, if he really laughs, it will be bloody.

There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that he has three laughs, one laughs and breaks people's intestines, the second laughs at the death of the whole family, and the third laughs at the nine clans and the Xiao Wall.

Those who dared to offend him in person did not end well behind them, and they didn't know what this prince of Nanwang was talking about, so he dared to break into Feihe Hall and ask them for Liu Wuyan.

Liu Wuyan is just a new little person to them, although his skills are good, but it will take a few years to make a splash in Feihe Hall, but he didn't expect that a mission he recently took on went wrong.

Not to mention the rumors, the person he killed was not dead, so he detained him according to the rules of Feihe Hall and prepared to dispose of him, but he didn't expect that before he could do it, the prince of Nanwang came to the door to ask for someone.

The burst of true qi set off a fierce wind, blowing the broken hair on the jade crown of the wind and twilight scattered.

He held the sword in one hand, and the thin blade of the sword danced in the air with a silver tornado, forcing everyone around him back.

Dozens of rounds passed, and those people found that they were completely suppressed by the other party, not to mention that they did not ask for any benefits, and they also had injuries on their bodies, although they were not fatal, but this was already the biggest shame for them.

Feng Dusk's cold phoenix eyes swept over Mo San who was sitting on the side, "Hall Master Mo, should you hand over the person?" ”

Mo San smiled and tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Mo has always been a man of words, as long as you win these ten people, you will release Liu Wuyan at your request, but it seems that you have misunderstood what I mean." He pointed to the ten people on the field, "In Mo's view, the only way to win or lose is life and death, and if they are still alive, you will not win." ”

Wind Twilight looked sideways at the ten men, they obviously knew the fate of defeat, so they all fought hard and prepared to fight again.

"Life and death?" The wind and twilight are cold, and the phoenix eyes are cold, and the depths of the eyes turn into a thousand-year-old well.

It's not that he can't win, but now that he kills these people in his physical condition, he is very likely to be in danger of losing control, and he has not had a rest in the palace for five days, and the emperor ordered him to think about it in the side hall, but secretly went to discuss the battle situation with him.

Now, the emperor has become suspicious of the crown prince, and all he has to do is to push the prince down from that place, so he needs an upright reason to act.

Liu Wuyan's assassination of the King of England this time was entrusted by the crown prince.

The last time Liu Wuyan moved Ye Zhiwei, he was already really angry, but he didn't expect Liu Wuyan to take on this kind of task again this time...... And the prince has deliberately released the rumors, obviously wanting to go first and worry about the future.

If he doesn't get Liu Wuyan out today, Liu Wuyan will definitely die.

The frost-cold phoenix eyes were reflected on the blade of the sword in his hand.

A white afterimage was lightning fast in front of the nearest enemy, so close that the other person could even see his own image clearly through his pupils......

The blade stabbed into the man's chest without any suspense, and the thin blade pierced through the man's back, spewing a mist of blood in the air.

The people standing in the courtyard watching the battle were dumbfounded, and they finally understood now how the name of the mighty general of the prince of Nanwang came from.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.