This is the Yueyang Cavalry? There have been some records in the book, all of which are full of praise for the Yueyang Cavalry in Luzhou, and the Shuoshuo Warring States alone are full of ten pages, and it is these ten pages of the Warring States that make Yueyang have the strongest dynasty in Luzhou today, and it is also the only dynasty.

But it's not enough to just blow, at least it has to have some effect.

Although the purpose of Yang Yi's trip was not to seek death, he never thought that if he really died here, it would be another relief.

But since the last time the author Lao Gou personally resurrected himself inexplicably, Yang Yi has not taken his death so seriously, even if he is dead, that thing can be resurrected by various means, which cannot exist in those Zhiwei novels at all!

Yang Yi glanced back at the inner city of Ping'an City, it was all dusty before, there was no one on the street, and the flag in front of the wine shop was swaying in the wind, hula.

At the end of the street, there were countless iron horsemen clustered there, almost blocking the water there, shields and crossbows were staggered, and some cavalry soldiers could be vaguely seen behind them arranging their troops in case Yang Yi captured the imperial city next.

"Uninteresting. Yang Yi retracted his gaze, since the goal had been achieved, there was no need to stay here.

As for what the situation of the Yueyang Dynasty will be in the future, it is not for Yang Yi to be in charge.

Yang Yi turned around and walked out of the city gate slowly, this time, there was no such halo and rippling immortal demeanor as before, but an ordinary teenager, with a gray face, ragged clothes, and even a big bag on his forehead.

Of course, Yang Yi did become what he is now because he was bullied.

But I don't want to think about who the hell is he doing this?

Yueyang Tianzi guards!

The entire Guards Cavalry almost crushed over Yang Yi's head, but now they are still standing here alive, how can people understand this?

Yang Yi walked almost flat through the stunned horsemen, and each time he passed a horseman, he would make the latter's tall horse take a step back.

The horse is psychic, and can keenly smell that this person is the one who used to muddy the looming aura around him, although he looks extremely ordinary now, but he is definitely not something to mess with.

This is also the well-behaved horse that was originally tamed by the cavalry army was actually a little restless at the moment, and even more when he saw Yang Yi walking slowly, his four legs instantly collapsed to the ground, and the rider on his back was even more caught off guard and fell a dog eating, which made the turban man and his party not far away sneer.

Xiao Hao swallowed his saliva, no one could have a deeper understanding of Yang Yi's momentum before.

In Xiao Hao's eyes, Yang Yi was like a tornado connected to the canopy before, instantly smashing the original flowing spiritual energy around him to pieces, almost uprooting the spiritual veins of this heaven and earth.

Fortunately, at a critical juncture, there was an invisible force that extinguished Yang Yi's tornado, otherwise, it is estimated that Ping'an City would not have weakened its aura and its luck in the past hundred years.

With this as an imperial city, this dynasty is implicitly not far from its demise.

Once, the eunuchs of Wu almost with the blessing of the whole country could stop the advance of the heavy cavalry army at the Yueyang border pass, but it also made the decline of Wu's national strength more obvious, until the last Yueyang broke the north pass of Wu, and Wu's national strength had declined as much as that of second-class countries.

The thing of national fortune is quite mysterious, although it is a general concept, but many dynasties attach great importance to the matter of national fortune.

Those royal special feng shui masters are precisely to regulate the luck of a dynasty, so that the fortune of the dynasty can become more and more prosperous.

The luck of Ping'an City, the imperial city of Yueyang, was an important part of the national fortune of the Yueyang Dynasty.

If the luck of Ping'an City is completely crushed by Yang Yi, then the Yueyang Dynasty is really likely to decline in the next few years, and there may even be emerging forces that share the spring and autumn with the Yueyang Dynasty.

Fortunately, there is a city protector in Ping'an City, even if the identity of the protector of Ping'an City is quite sensitive in the city, but his own responsibilities exist, and whenever Ping'an City encounters an absolute blow, he will help, even if those officials in the Yueyang Temple don't like Qin Guan, then he is still the protector of Ping'an City.

When Yang Yi almost wanted to uproot the luck of Ping'an City, he still made a small move after all.

not only cut off this contact with the outside world, but even easily pressed down the big storm that Yang Yi was engulfed in.

There hasn't even been a sound yet, at most it's thunder in the sky, who can detect this kind of supernatural power?

The three great masters in the world are worthy of their reputation.

Xiao Hao was a little nervous, and said softly, "Let's go." ”

The man in the turban nodded, his gaze on the handsome boy.

The latter smiled: "Just what I want." ”

The girl didn't speak, not even react at all.

But that's it, you've already made your own decision

The thin monkey man with the double knife also nodded silently, this time, he finally calmed down a lot.

Perhaps it is because there is a big gap between the strength that Yang Yi is showing now and what he sees with the naked eye, which makes him have a different view of this river and lake.

It seems to be weak, and it can't be provoked.

Those Yueyang soldiers watched Yang Yi's figure gradually disappear into the distance.

It took a long time to react, and I couldn't help but be a little afraid.

Good fellow, a person went straight into their formation, and then actually let him stand inside the gate of Ping'an City.

It would be nice if it was a simple visit.

But under the encirclement and suppression of the cavalry, there can still be back and forth intact, which can only show that the Yueyang cavalry is weak, and if it spreads out after that, Luzhou is likely to fall into great turmoil again.

On top of a mound north of Heian Castle, there are layers of earth.

The trees were sparse, and a figure could be seen slowly walking forward through the weeds.

I don't know when, Yang Yi stopped, the breeze blew beside Yang Yi's ears, his hair fluttered, the corners of his ragged clothes were torn, and some parts even scattered on the ground when the breeze blew.

Blood could be faintly seen dripping across Yang Yi's arm and falling to the ground, and after standing here for a while, a small blood pit had accumulated on the ground.

Yang Yi's cheeks were white in defeat, his forehead was already covered with sweat, and his lips trembled a little, but his body still did not tremble in the slightest.

Yang Yi didn't speak, and after a long time, a laugh came from behind him: "Haha, I really didn't expect that you can be tough with Yueyang's iron horse without cultivation now, but what makes me curious is that where did your previous methods come from, why didn't even I notice it, but it was more like appearing out of thin air, but it is difficult to say that your strength is also a little strong, I know that this is not your own strength." ”

Yang Yi turned around, and what stood in front of him was a tall man, burly, with a middle-aged face revealing the handsomeness of his youth, playing with stones that he didn't know where to pick up, and the corners of the seemingly hard and angular stones gradually became smooth during the rotation.

The man smiled at Yang Yi and said softly: "I don't have much strength, but my courage is quite big, I don't care where your ability comes from, Ping'an City can't withstand the slightest wind and waves now." ”

Yang Yi said: "Oh, a Yueyang Dynasty has made this Yueyang Emperor, who is a safe city protector, just a mortal dust in the world, and what you are guarding is only Ping'an City, what does it have to do with the people inside?"

Qin Guan smiled and said, "You insist on destroying the fortune of Ping'an City, why, or what did Yueyang have to do with you or your family?"

Yang Yi didn't speak, and the two suddenly fell silent.

It wasn't until Yang Yi spoke again that there was a kind of estrangement between the two that could not be seen by outsiders.

"You're a bookwriter, and you knowingly ask, is it interesting?"

Qin Guan's originally smiling expression was slightly stunned, then he sneered, stood up and patted the dust, and said softly: "This world, I am not really able to control it, whether it is this heaven and earth, or our world, nature is the law, I have not been able to master the ability between heaven and earth, only once, it is also my risk of being suppressed by this heaven and earth to turn your time and space upside down, and as a result, I am still relatively happy, although there is something wrong in the middle, but it is still within the controllable range." ”

Qin Guan paused and continued: "What you did before is really beyond my imagination, if you enter that door, I will have a lot of room to play, and it will be no problem to send you to any corner of this world with this medium, as for what trouble you can cause there, then I can only wait and see what happens." ”

Yang Yi said: "Why is it me, can't just write about me, change someone, not only can perfectly control that character, but also don't have to worry so much about running into the world of fiction to waste words with me." ”

Qin Guan, no, at this moment, it should be the author of this book who chuckled: "No, choosing you is not my choice." ”

"It's this world I've made up. ”