On the bank of the Han River, an old man wrapped in a black robe sat casually on a gravel by the river, picking up small stones and throwing them on the surface of the warm flowing river.

After a while, Yang Ye flew and landed beside them, and Ben looked at the old and young by the river playfully, but when he looked at the carriage, his brows couldn't help frowning. After a short while, Luo Cheng and Yang Mingyu also arrived, and the young man who was following the old man suddenly saw so many people flying over, and unconsciously raised his bow and crossbow slightly.

"Old thing, what did you do with that poplar wood?" Yang Ye said lightly, his tone so indifferent for the first time. The old man in the black robe who was called an old thing by him, when he heard the words, he also stopped throwing stones in his hand, and staggered up, and the young man next to him saw this and supported him, the old man turned to look at these people, looked at Yang Ye and said: "You little thing, you have been going to the palace every three or five times for the past two years, just to steal that wine jue for him? ”

Yang Ye didn't bother to answer the old man's question, flew to the carriage, opened the curtain with one hand, and what caught him was Yang Minghui's bloodless face, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and holding the set of Lingyu Wine Xianjue in his hand.

Seeing this, the old man didn't do anything, but still said calmly: "He doesn't have to worry about his life for the time being, after all, he is not the villain who killed General Zhengnan." There is evidence that it is a person dressed like him, but this Yang Minghui has a touch of red missing from his waist, no, little thing, you are quite similar. The old man said, pointing to the red silk on Yang Ye's waist.

"Then you will also beat the second young master..."Listening to the old man's words, a person behind Yang Mingyu was dissatisfied and wanted to question, but was immediately interrupted by Yang Mingyu raised his hand, and said loudly: "Old Gong, Wen Yao Sword Sect is willing to help you kill the thief." ”

The black-robed old man also smiled faintly when he heard this, and said: "The second son is fine, send it back to your Wen Yao Sword Sect within three days, with my bottle of pill and your Snow Mountain Hot Spring, Yang Fengyan can naturally save it." But I have to remember one thing, let that Yang Fengyan save me wholeheartedly. After saying that, the old man's eyes suddenly sharpened, and then with a flick of his cuffs, a bottle of elixir flew into Yang Mingyu's hand.

Yang Mingyu was already a nine-fold product, and he was half-step through the mysteries, so just at that moment, he knew in his heart that the person from the palace in front of him was really as rumored in the rivers and lakes, and his hands and eyes were already up to the sky.

The crossbowman boy standing beside the old man instantly understood something from the conversation between the two, no wonder he said in the tavern that although Yang Minghui was missing the red silk, his body shape and charm were the ones who assassinated General Zhengnan, and Gong Lao did not kill him, but only subdued him and carried him all the way. also said that Yang Minghui is not a murderer, just give a lesson and throw it to others to take back, and naturally a murderer will be sent to the door. At first, Shichang still didn't understand a little in his heart, how could anyone take over this fatal thing and send it to the door, but it wasn't until he saw Yang Ye in front of him that he saw the red silk hanging from his waist.

Yang Ye also heard their conversation, and after knowing that Yang Minghui was only injured and unconscious and had a way to save him, his heart was also calmer. That is, in an instant, Yang Ye swept his backhand, holding the sword in his right hand, Shui Xing stabbed the black-robed old man with the scabbard, the old man was not in a hurry when he saw this, he lifted the crossbow boy next to him lightly, threw it away, and then resisted the stabbing sword with one finger.

Just in an instant, a cold aura spread, and along the scabbard, the entire Shui Xing and even Yang Ye's hand holding the sword froze. Seeing this, Yang Ye's right hand shook, the ice shattered the sword, and he flew around and stepped on the sky like an eagle, and the old man was also in a black robe, Yang Ye borrowed his strength and flew towards the river. Seeing this, the old man clasped his hands behind his back, and lightly stepped on the fly to chase after him, only to see the two of them in the center of the Han River in the air treading water and then hand in hand, such as the dragon water column was stirred up by the two, the whole river water was sometimes frozen and sometimes boiling, like the magma into the sea, the river wind accompanied by the competition between the two was also fierce.

Looking at the fierce battle between the two in Jiangzhong, they were about to fight against Jiang all the way, and Yang Mingyu couldn't understand why Yang Ye, who had not yet understood the mysteries, could survive so many rounds in Gong Lao's hands. Yang Mingyu wanted to win Yang Ye so much that when he saw this situation, he thought that the old man was playing with Yang Ye, so he wanted to take someone to fly across the river and go to assist, just wanting to fight quickly, kill Yang Ye, and avenge the revenge of the two swords, not to mention, he was also anxious to take Yang Minghui on the carriage and return to Wen Yao to heal his injuries and continue his life. Just when Yang Mingyu and the others wanted to fly across the river, Luo Cheng drew his knife and blocked them.

"I promised him that I would help him fight, so draw your sword. "One person and one knife, the river wind blew his cyan cloth clothes, Luo Chengxian's depression, but there was more reality.

Yang Minghui and the three of them didn't say much, they all drew their swords, and said puzzledly: "You are an assassin of Tsing Yi Lou with a high grade and eight grades, why do you think you can stop me, why is everyone who comes into contact with Yang Ye like crazy, the second brother is like this, and you are like this." ”

When Luo Cheng heard this, he didn't immediately explain, just looked down at the blade in his hand, and said with a smile: "Because he is my friend." After finishing speaking, Luo Cheng's left hand suddenly took out four slender steel nails from his arms, and instantly inserted them into his shoulders and abdomen on the top of his head, accompanied by Luo Cheng's howl, the green roots on his head gathered, and his arms slowly oozed blood from the skin, so painful that he knelt on one knee, and forcibly endured his right hand to support his body with a knife.

"Are you crazy? You madman!" Yang Mingyu was also frightened by this scene, although he knew that there was a life-burning technique in the rivers and lakes that could improve his cultivation in a short time, but this person in front of him, who was still good, was just like a skinning ghost, how could it not be terrifying. This kind of technique, in other words, is him, let alone using it on himself, even if he looks at it like this, he feels cold and cold.

Luo Cheng staggered to his feet, pointed forward with his knife, and said with difficulty: "Stop you, now is what I want to do the most!" After speaking, Luo Cheng opened the closed eyes violently, and in just an instant, the person disappeared in place, his body was like a ghost, and the autumn blade was lingering with blood light. Seeing this, Yang Minghui and the three of them stood with their backs, and Yang Mingyu said: "His ruthless life-burning technique, although it can make him seem to be through the mysteries, it can't last long, as long as we..."

"Really?" A cold voice interrupted Yang Minghui's words, and with a red rhyme, one of them saw the situation and blocked it with a sword, only to hear a piercing cracking sound, the person's sword and head were cut off together, and blood instantly spurted out from the broken body that was still standing. Luo Cheng also stopped and looked at the remaining two, Yang Minghui calmed down a little, but the other person was so frightened that his hand holding the sword trembled a little.

Yang Mingyu looked at the same door of the broken sword that seemed to have turned into a corpse and was still holding it in his hand, and the Yaoquan sword intent in his body was pumped, repelling a small half step Luo Cheng did not say anything, and also stirred up ripples in the river.

Yang Yeben and the old man surnamed Gong also fought to the bank of the opposite river, but they suddenly noticed this situation, and both of them stopped. "That friend of yours was able to force Yang Mingyu to use all the strength of the half-step Tongxuan, shouldn't it? Anyway, your little thing is also interesting, I can't smell the slightest smell of Tongxuan on you, no matter how you look at it, it's a first-class realm, although I have never used all my strength to fight with you, but you have never drawn a sword, interesting, interesting. ”

Yang Ye didn't care what he said at all, his eyes just kept looking at Xiang Jiang, and said: "In the past two years, I have gone to the palace from time to time to steal that Jiu Jue, you know that I have no malicious intentions, so I just fought with me, and never used all my strength." Today, you injured Yang Minghui just to warn Wen Yao Sword Sect, and by the way, you sold Wen Yao Sword Sect a face, old thing, you are really good. But I don't have the time to play with you now, I don't know why you haven't done your best yet, maybe your master above you has given you an explanation, so you can't fight to the death with me, so don't stop me. ”

After Yang Ye finished speaking, he was about to turn around and fly towards the opposite river, Luo Cheng, the old man surnamed Gong saw this, raised his right hand, and the water of the river wave surged, and instantly formed a wall of ice. Yang Ye's flying momentum continued, but he only condensed his qi with two fingers, and with a wave of his qi, the ice wall shattered in an instant.

Seeing this, the old man was ready to move again, only to see Yang Ye look back at him sharply, and said coldly: "Get out!"

The old man was also stunned, and after the movements of his hands stiffened for a while, he looked at Yang Ye who was flying away, the corners of his mouth were filled with smiles, he waved his sleeves with both hands, and flew across the river as if he had stopped.

On the bank of the Han River, when Yang Ye arrived, he saw flesh and blood all over the ground, while Yang Mingyu was standing with a sword, his breath was disordered, and the two people who followed him had fallen to the ground and lost their breath. Yang Ye turned his head to look at Luo Cheng, who was kneeling on the ground like a bloody man, he seemed to have had his right arm cut off, and at this time, his left hand was holding his autumn blade tightly. Seeing this, Yang Ye didn't say anything, walked over trembling slightly, put Shui Xing beside Luo Cheng, knelt on the ground and hugged him.

"Yang Hualang, is that you? cough! If you don't come back, you'll be in trouble, I won't use a left-handed knife. As soon as Luo Cheng finished speaking, he coughed up blood, and Yang Ye immediately pointed at his acupoint with his hand, wanting to seal the bleeding all over his body for him. Luo Cheng also felt the twitching of Yang Ye's body, and said with blood in his mouth and a smile: "It's useless, don't waste your efforts, you're right, I don't regret that incident, and I don't regret today." Luo Cheng, who had only the last bit of life left, although the blood stain had made him unable to see clearly, but the moment he was held, he knew that his friend was coming. Just after Luo Cheng said this, his left hand that was clenching Qiu Jian completely relaxed, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yang Ye also felt all this, the tears in his eyes finally fell, he slowly let go of the hands holding Luo Cheng, turned his head and got up to look at Yang Mingyu, and at this time, the old man surnamed Gong also flew across the river, and the Wujing City, which should have been banned, also came from the direction of the city at this time.

Originally, there was such a big movement in the Han River, and the city exploded, and there were many people who mixed up with the rivers and lakes and those who loved to join in the fun, all wanting to see what kind of big things had happened, but for some reason, these guards and officers and soldiers were strictly guarded, and they didn't go to see what was going on, as if they had received some orders from the beginning.

But at this time, this old monk who should not have appeared slowly came towards them from the direction of Nawu Capital City. Yang Ye's eyes were full of Yang Mingyu at this time, how could he still pay so much attention, only the old man surnamed Gong kept staring at the strange monk.