Yang Xiaoyun didn't have the intention of finding out Emperor Jiazheng at all, confronting him, and questioning him.

This is the last 'inheritance' of the Daqing Dynasty that he is greedy for, even if he is thick-skinned at this time, what qualifications do he have to ask the reason?

If you don't do it, you will kill it cleanly.

People are about one zhang away from the bed, and Yang Xiaoyun's palm can span a distance of more than one zhang, and the strong palm power penetrates the soft silk quilt and prints it into it, which shows that its internal force is strong, and it has already reached the point of reaching the peak.

But the result was somewhat unexpected.

A dull bang was heard, and the whole room seemed to tremble.

The silk was wriggled under the human form, and it collapsed directly.

Yang Xiaoyun carried the frost on his face, waved his palm in the air, and swept away the silk.

But I saw that on the top of the bed, close to the bed board, was a leather-like object of unknown material, close to the color of human skin. This thing seemed to be still leaking, and the occasional twitch seemed to be laughing at Yang Xiaoyun's stupidity.

"It's cautious!" Yang Xiaoyun was not flustered.

As the leader of the martial arts alliance in the world, he thinks that he is invincible in the world, but there are only a handful of masters who can match him. Except for those who are already half of their predecessors buried in the soil, they are almost in the prime of life, and those who have similar methods to him, only those who fought many years ago, and now they are the 'great sages' among the Tatars.

Therefore, Yang Xiaoyun has no fear.

As for the 'Wine Sword Immortal', who has recently gained fame and concealed that he took refuge in Emperor Jiazheng, Yang Xiaoyun is not very serious.

"A fool who can only pretend to be a ghost!" This is Yang Xiaoyun's evaluation of Feng Linwan. Daqing is already a rotten ship that is silent at any time, and it is still squeezing up at this time, what is it if it is not a stupid thing?

Breaking out of the door, Yang Xiaoyun's eyes wandered, and he was weighing whether to retreat for the time being tonight, or whether to stop doing two things and directly killing.

Anyway, this so-called 'palace' is not very big, and it doesn't take much effort and time to kill it from beginning to end.

"Open the bow and don't turn back, kill!" Yang Xiaoyun's thick eyebrows trembled slightly, and he didn't wrinkle before he made such a decision.

At this moment, a large net fell from the sky and shrouded Yang Xiaoyun.

At the same time, a sharp sword pierced the sky and stabbed at Yang Xiaoyun.

Yang Xiaoyun bent his fingers into a claw, pulled it hard, pulled it into a wire with fine iron, then wrapped it into an iron rope, and finally made an iron net, but under Yang Xiaoyun's sharp claws, it was like paper paste, and it was easily broken.

The long sword that came from the air was also slapped away by Yang Xiaoyun's palm.

Feng Linwan's intelligent alloy sword, although it simulates a flying sword, is not a real flying sword after all, the sword is more than two zhang away from the body, and Feng Linwan's innate true qi can no longer interfere with the long sword.

To put it simply, it is beyond the range of two feet around the body, which can be regarded as a skill with a magic attack, but it has become a simple physical attack, and the lethality has been sharply reduced.

That's why it was said that the flying sword skills that Feng Linwan disguised were just appearances.

It may have a miraculous effect on dealing with ordinary people, or even ordinary people in the rivers and lakes. But when it is used to deal with a top master like Yang Xiaoyun, it is a little inadequate.

Sensing that the flying sword was coming, the power contained in it was not ordinary, and Yang Xiaoyun said in his heart.

"It's just some ghost tricks and other means, but in the name of the sword immortal, the side door is left... It's hard to make the climate. Yang Xiaoyun thought to himself.

However, although it is not despise, this flying sword is not only flexible and difficult, but also extremely sharp, and the sword body is extraordinarily hard. Yang Xiaoyun didn't dare to use his flesh and blood to make a hard connection, so he could only use his palm power to slash into the air, and if he continued to whirl around like this, there would inevitably be a risk of internal strength being weak.

Yang Xiaoyun knew that with this wine sword immortal secretly restraining him, it would be difficult for him to succeed in his trip tonight, so he sneered, slapped away the flying sword, stepped on the treetops to cut through the night sky, and walked away.

When Yang Xiaoyun left, Feng Lin came out of the shadows with Emperor Jiazheng, who was still scared and trembling.

"National Teacher, why don't you leave him behind?" Emperor Jiazheng stabilized his emotions for a moment, and then asked with trembling white lips. When he said this, he made no secret of his murderous intentions. Although it looks like a puppet at the disposal of Feng Linwan and Yang Xiaoyun, it is like a lamb. But once... He is also the true emperor who holds the power of life and death.

Feng Lin glanced at Emperor Jiazheng with squinted eyes, and completely expressed complete contempt for the lack of beep in this guy's heart.

"Yang Xiaoyun is just a maggot on the tarsal bone, and the Tatar is a raptor who crosses the river. Kill Yang Xiaoyun, who can resist the Tatar Iron Cavalry for Your Majesty?" Feng Linwan asked unceremoniously... It can even be said to be mocking.

Although Yang Xiaoyun seems to be a loyal traitor, he still has the ability.

The Tatars are good at riding and shooting, coming and going like the wind, and they are not to be fought in the wilderness.

Yang Xiaoyun continued to pile up the walls of Gaoyang City, building secret passages in all directions.

With the height of the city wall, it resisted the archery and horse shooting of the Tatars, and the dwarf and dangerous passage of the secret passage was used to secretly transport all the materials needed in the city. Even if some secret passages are known to the Tatars, as long as they dismount and lose the opportunity to fight from a distance, the Tatars who break into the secret passages are far from being the opponents of the large number of people in the rivers and lakes who have been ambushing in the secret passages.

The entire Yangcheng is like a microcosm of Yang Xiaoyun's own personality.

On the surface, it is magnificent, majestic, masculine, and iron-clad, and the constantly mottled city walls resist wave after wave of fierce attacks from the Tatars.

Secretly, it is a dark, short, tortuous, and accessible secret passage that networks everything. Secretly doing assassinations, passing information, transporting materials and other shady operations.

He has been united to a city.

Killing Yang Xiaoyun may still take some means for Feng Linwan, who has a hundred years of innate true qi, but it is not so difficult.

However, as far as Feng Lin Wan's interests are concerned, killing Yang Xiaoyun will do more harm than good.

What does Feng Lin Wan want?

Trust Value··· There is also the collection of civilization information.

To promote the authenticity of the character of 'Wine Sword Fairy', a relatively stable organization is required. If Yangcheng loses Yang Xiaoyun's seat, then Yangcheng will be breached, and it will be close at hand. This also means that all the hard work before Feng Linwan has been in vain.

And to collect civilization information, Yang Xiaoyun's appeal is even more needed.

With him, the leader of the martial arts alliance, almost half of the various martial arts people on the rivers and lakes have gathered in Yangcheng, which is simply a big treasure trove for Feng Linwan.

Just walk around the street and meet a few people in the rivers and lakes who are sparring, and you can collect some fragments of martial arts.

If Yang Xiaoyun died, it would be a fallen tree.

The city is about to be broken, most of the people in the rivers and lakes, even if they have a warm blood, they are afraid that they will also focus on self-preservation, once they are scattered all over the rivers and lakes, Feng Lin Wan wants to collect a large amount of civilization information, but it is not so simple.

Therefore, no matter from any point of view, Yang Xiaoyun can't die yet.

Just like Feng Linwan planned at the beginning, the three-legged tripod... The balance of the triangle is the most stable.

It is also the most beneficial for him.

Emperor Jiazheng listened to Feng Linwan's 'explanation', and in desperation, he could only sigh for a while, feeling extremely aggrieved. He was not persuaded by Feng Lin Wan, but he was powerless, and he almost did not move Feng Lin Wan.

Yang Xiaoyun's threat is like a fish in his throat, and he doesn't get rid of his unhappiness.

But at this moment, he has to rely on him, as an emperor who is accustomed to 'doing whatever he wants', Emperor Jiazheng is full of depression, which is indescribable.

Looking at Emperor Jiazheng who was brushing his sleeves away, the contempt in Feng Linwan's eyes was even worse.

Emperor... The emperor who thinks that he is a one-man country, and can do whatever he wants with the favor of his ancestors, basically has no good end.

Standing at the pinnacle of rights, but not seeing the truth of rights. How sad... ！

Feng Linwan retracted his gaze and clenched his fist.

"So what I'm looking for will never be power, it's real power. Only all the glory and splendor should be attributed to yourself. In order to truly be willful!"

"Gathering a crowd and balancing all parties seems to be able to unite the scattered forces into one and obtain huge resources and benefits. But it's like a sandcastle piled up on the beach, as long as the slightest wind and wave will break everything up and disappear... ”