"I haven't heard of it!" Thundercloud Crane shook his head.

Lan Yuehou was not annoyed, and slowly walked in front of the thunder cloud crane, "It doesn't matter if you don't know me, I can just know you, Thunder Gate Thunder Cloud Crane."

"To introduce, my name is Lan Yuehou and I'm from Apocalypse City. This time, I was ordered by that person to go to Leijiabao to pick up one person."

Lei Yunhe's face looked better at this time, but looking at the person in front of him, Lei Yunhe suddenly sneered: "I don't know, if you bring a dead person back, will that person be satisfied."

"What do you mean?" Lan Yuehou's face sank, and his right hand unconsciously stroked the sword on his waist.

Lei Yunhe snorted coldly, "I don't want to take a dead man back, hurry up and give us a horse!"

Lan Yuehou felt that things were not so simple, thought for a while, and agreed: "Yes, but I want to go to Leijiabao with you."

"Whatever you want." With that, Lei Yunhe waved his sleeves and walked out of the teahouse.

Lan Yuehou looked at Hua Jin, who was stunned in place, and couldn't help but feel a little funny: "Let's go?"

"Ah, ah?" Hua Jin came back to his senses at this time, "Okay!"

Inside Leijiabao.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and there was a commotion in Leijiabao, and several Leimen disciples passed through the backyard one after another.

In the room, Yang Ming and Wuxin took turns to renew Xiao Se's life, which made Xiao Se's state improve a lot. The sudden sound of horses' hooves made Yang Ming feel a burst of irritability.

"Who would come to Leijiabao at this time?"

At this time, Yang Ming and Wuxin had just completed their rotation, and Wuxin had changed his previous blandness, and his face couldn't help but become solemn.

"Yang Ming, you go outside and take a look, I can still hold it here. Don't let anyone get near here."

"Good!" In response, Yang Ming slowly walked out of the door.

"Lei Wuji, what's going on outside?" Seeing Lei Wuji in front of the door, Yang Ming hurriedly asked.

Lei Wujian said worriedly, "Leijiabao is surrounded by officers and soldiers, and the sect master and my master have already gone to the council hall."

"Lei Wuji, you are optimistic about this place, don't let anyone in, I'll go back when I go!" Leaving a word, Yang Ming stepped on Qu Yunjian under his feet and flew out of the courtyard.

As soon as he flew out of the backyard, Yang Ming found that things were not so simple.

These officers and soldiers are not ordinary officers and soldiers, and the horses they sit on are all wearing iron armor, which is clearly a war horse. What kind of officers and soldiers are these, they are simply the army, and they are the kind of elite soldiers who have killed countless enemies.

The soldiers stood there with sharp-eyed eyes and spears in hand. The general at the head could detect the anger on his body from a distance.

Yang Ming quickly searched for memories of this person in his mind, and soon, he recalled, "The general of the Zhenguo in the north, the father of Ye Ruoyi, slaughtered Ye Xiaoying!"

"I've long heard that Ye Xiaoying's strength is strong, and I just happened to be there for a while!" Having made up his mind, Yang Ming quickly rushed towards Ye Xiaoying, fusing the Quyun Sword with the Water Stopping Sword in the air.

With a sound of "dang", the wind and thunder spear was inserted in front of Ye Xiaoying, and Yang Ming's figure followed closely and landed next to the spear.

"Who!" An officer beside Ye Xiaoying scolded loudly, "You dare to block our way and look for death!"

As soon as the words fell, the officer waved the spear in his hand, and with a wave of the saddle in his hand, his figure rushed towards Yang Ming. On the horse, the officer adjusted the spear in his hand and stabbed it at Yang Ming.

"Huh?" Yang Ming glanced at him, then waved his sleeves, and a powerful true qi swept the officer out with the man and the horse.

"Not good!" The adjutant beside Ye Xiaoying hurriedly caught the officer, and after putting the officer down, the adjutant picked up Jin Ge and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Ye Xiaoying, "Stand down!"

"Yes!" The adjutant stood on horseback.

Ye Xiaoying rode the horse and walked forward slowly, "Boy, I admit that you have some strength, you get out of the way now, I can see the face of Brother Sikong, and let you go."

"Oh?" Yang Ming smiled faintly, "Then tell me, what is the relationship between Sikong Changfeng and me."

Ye Xiaoying

He replied, "Your spear is a bit like him, just as the wind that was rolled up by that gun, you definitely got his true biography!"

"Really?" Yang Ming's face changed, "I hate being condescended to in my life, especially a self-righteous person like you."

Yang Ming suddenly pulled out the spear stuck in the ground and shouted, "Broken Moon!"

The spear was in front of Yang Ming, quickly drawing a semicircle. Above the tip of the gun, there was a looming thunder, and where the tip of the gun crossed, the thunder appeared.

Realizing that something was wrong, Ye Xiaoying pulled up the forelimbs of the war horse, and only then could he avoid Yang Ming's blow.

However, Yang Ming did not intend to stop there, and at the same time knew the identity of the other party, Yang Ming did not do too much. Yang Ming quickly retracted the gun momentum and raised it suddenly. Just as the tip of the spear was about to stab the horse's belly, Yang Ming quickly retracted his attack.

Seeing this, Ye Xiaoying immediately turned over and dismounted, seeing that his beloved BMW was not killed by Yang Ming, Ye Xiaoying's figure eased a lot. "Boy, for your sake of doing things in a measured manner, this general will spare your life."

Yang Ming plucked out his ears and said impatiently, "It's useless to talk more, let's fight."

"As you wish." Ye Xiaoying slowly pulled out the heavy sword at his waist, "I take back what I said just now, you are fully qualified to let me make a move and say your name." Ye Xiaoying's eyes were heavy, and his fighting spirit was even worse.

"Boring!" Yang Ming quickly pushed out the spear in his hand and aimed it at Ye Xiaoying.

"Good fellow." The more Ye Xiaoying looked at it, the more he felt that Yang Ming was a rare talent, and at the same time, the heart of recruiting talents gradually rose in his heart.

Because Yang Ming didn't use a sword, and the spear in his hand was very unfamiliar to Ye Xiaoying, he didn't know Yang Ming's true identity, and he was only a closed disciple of a hidden master.

Ye Xiaoying is eight feet tall, and the heavy sword in his hand is more than six feet, even if the wind and thunder gun is eight feet long, it still can't be bargained in Ye Xiaoying's hands.

"Thousands of troops!" Ye Xiaoying let out a low snort, and at the same time, the heavy sword in his hand glowed with dark red light, and he swung out a sword while Yang Ming was collecting his gun.

A dark red sword qi slashed towards Yang Ming. The sword qi is heavy, with countless wails and neighing sounds, like a fierce battlefield, and the momentum is like a rainbow; The sword is cold and violent, like a golden iron horse that has broken through the wall of Nanjue, and it is like a bamboo.

With the momentum of one person, shake thousands of troops. Ye Xiaoying, a well-deserved person in the Beili Army.

The soldiers behind Ye Xiaoying were all proud when they saw this scene.

A general couldn't help but recall, "The general once used this sword to kill thousands of cavalry in Nanjue with his own strength."

But the corners of Yang Ming's mouth showed a hint of a smile, the spear in his hand was suddenly put away, and quickly danced in front of him, he shouted loudly: "You Long threw a thousand things to break, and the lone spear Nine Links were extinct."

"This shot, alone!"

Unlike Ye Xiaoying's lively sword, Yang Ming's shot vividly embodies the word "lonely". Even if he is only one person, he must be like a thousand troops.

The tip of the gun is the tip of the sword, lonely and lively!