"Who says no?"

The ruffian roared and asked a broken word.

All the eyes in the field suddenly looked at the voice...

Look, the high platform is down, but I saw that Xia Yuan, who was originally sitting on the chief, had already stood up at some point, and at this moment he was taking arrogant eight-figure steps, walking towards the master Hu who was holding a book directly below the high platform.

At the same time, some careful people have noticed some small details. The thousands of Jianghu people who were hidden in various places in the banquet hall "came back from the dead", at this moment, they held their blades without a trace, and their originally calm eyes also filled with a lot of caution as Xia Yuan's words came out. It feels like Xia Yuan's question is more like a premeditated secret word!

The same is true of the officers and men on both sides of the river and on the decks. His eyes were like torches, staring at the top and bottom of the platform. Holding the hilt of the knife, the wolf knife is sharp, waiting for the slightest hint of wind and grass, and the steel knife can be unsheathed at any time, breaking through the long wind for ten miles! Tonight's finale seems to be quietly entering*, and the air that was already full of blood is even colder at this time. It was so cold that some people in the rivers and lakes with thin bodies couldn't help but roll up their sleeves...

"Sha..."

Caressing his long sleeves, King Yue Yang on the high platform looked down at the bottom of the high platform: "I don't know if Brother Xia still has any doubts?"

"I have a lot of doubts, it's just that the dragon crossing the river doesn't suppress the head snake, these virtual things, I ask in vain, and I don't ask. Xia Yuan didn't look up, nor did he stop, he took a figure-eight step all the way, and came to Master Hu's side. Without saying a word, he snatched the booklet from his hand, took it in his own hand and flipped through it. The arrogance of his posture is that he doesn't take King Yueyang on the high platform in his eyes at all...

And at this time, as long as anyone who is familiar with Xia Yuan knows, he is ready to play tricks!

Xia Yuan has never been good at reasoning with people, and his reasoning is unreasonable. Unscrupulous is his consistent style. If he wants to find a reason to do it, it is actually just a matter of slapping people for no reason. Therefore, many people can guess what Xia Yuan wants to do, and the King of Yueyang on the high platform, as a figure of the same era as Xia Yuan, how can he not know?

Even if you don't know, you're just pretending not to know.

"Then what is the reason for Brother Xia this time?" King Yue Yang didn't make too many moves, and asked lightly.

"Sasha..."

The pages are flipped lightly, back and forth.

"Piaoxuefang, established a faction in Guiyang, under the guise of sheltering orphan girls, wantonly engaged in human trafficking and private green buildings..."

"Soulless Gun, Hu Balance, Yu Yonghe gathered all living beings, injured sixty people, and died twelve..."

"Xue Qian, the master of the Hundred Variation Gate, had a quarrel with someone in Linyufang, and killed people with a knife in anger..."

"Well, it's true that sin can lead to death, and death is more than innocent..."

“......”

Looking at the book, Xia Yuan casually read out a few of the brief paragraphs, then nodded noncommittally and closed the book again, only then did he look up at the high platform and ask teasingly: "But Master An, there are a few unsuccessful younger brothers in our family who are also among them, grandpa can't watch them being beheaded by you in vain, what do you say about this?"

"Heh..."

King Yue Yang raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully: "This is easy to say, since it is Brother Xia's person, it is the Taifu Sect." Taifu has meritorious service in governing the country, as long as it is not a heinous crime, how can Taifu's face save their lives?

The words are gloomy, and there seems to be another mystery. In the face of Xia Yuan's provocation, King Yueyang on the high platform seemed to back down. However, tonight is when the two tigers are fighting, how can they not advance but retreat, weakening their own prestige?

The mystery is really puzzling...

"Then I'll thank the prince for his great kindness for these ignorant little brothers. ”

said thank you, but Xia Yuan did not show half of the thanks. He casually stuffed the book in his hand back into Master Hu's arms, and then turned his eyes to look at the warship not far away. Yin said in a strange voice: "Grandpa, the person I want to protect is good." ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. King Yueyang replied in a deep voice.

"Haha, okay. Xia Yuan laughed playfully, and the dog's tail was high: "Since the prince is happy, then I won't procrastinate." As he spoke, Xia Yuan slowly raised his hand, pointed to the iron cage that Fang Xin was staring at, and said angrily: "This... Luo Xizhai Luo Ying is the daughter-in-law of her grandfather's new younger brother, if she dies, her grandfather will have no face to mix in the rivers and lakes in the future. ”

"Tsk..."

As soon as Xia Yuan finished speaking, Fang Xin, who was sitting a few feet away behind him, tightened his hands and couldn't hold back his emotions.

King Yueyang, who was on the high platform, waved his palm and said calmly: "This person's sin is not to death, it can be forgiven." ”

Xia Yuan ignored it, moved his flat palm to the right slightly, and then pointed to another iron cage, and said in a ruffian: "Na... The boy of the Sanshui Vulture Sect, his father was mixed with me in the past few years. Now that his father has returned to heaven, leaving this little nephew, how can I save my grandfather?"

"This person has no murder and can be spared. King Yueyang continued:

Xia Yuan still didn't reply, and pointed to another cage and said, "This, the old man of the Fu family, his son was his grandfather's follower back then..."

"This person is exempt. ”

"That's... The old nun of the Lotus Nunnery, her deceased husband is the worship of my brother..."

"This person is exempt. ”

"That's... The white-clothed Xiucai seems to be a distant relative of my godson..."

"Waived..."

"That's... The bull's nose in the red robe, he owes me money for wine..."

"Exempt..."

"That's... A beggar with a scumbag face..."

"Exempt..."

"That..."

“......”

The scene is a little hard to understand...

One person has to make inches, and one person has repeatedly made concessions.

Xia Yuan ordered dozens of iron cages in a row, and he didn't know whether they were true or not, and King Yueyang on the high platform did not frown, and he exempted these dozens of people from responsibility one after another. It wasn't until later that he seemed to be a little annoyed, and even "this person is exempt" was abbreviated into a "free" word, which was perfunctory. He behaved like this, but everyone in the audience was stunned. Didn't you say that the dragon was fighting the tiger? Why did it become like this? What kind of play is this singing?

"This Xia Yuan has not changed for decades, and it is still out of the way when things are done. ”

Only some sharp-eyed people can see some clues from here. However, it is precisely because of these clues that they have to be cautious.

"Go to Tiger Mountain, tease the tiger's whiskers, and then it's really going to be a fight. ”

In the southwest, the green-robed writer said lightly. The yellow-robed scholar beside him looked at the guard sergeants on both sides of the river, took over and whispered: "Thousands against hundreds of thousands, where did he come from?"

The green-robed scholar first glanced at the back of the rude man not far in front of him, and then said, "He should know the reason why the ruffian is relying on." ”

"Sha..."

Without waiting for the yellow-robed writer to reply, the rude man sitting in front of the green-robed scholar turned his head and said with a smile: "Don't worry, two gentlemen, Master Yuan is sure of his actions, I'll just wait and see." ”

"Uh..."

The words were tactful, but the rude man indirectly refused to answer the question. Seeing this, the two writers could not continue to ask, after all, in terms of tonight's situation, they were not qualified to understand this. On the other end, the top and bottom of the high platform pointed and responded, back and forth for a long time, this boring and repetitive drama, all the way to...

"That, the bull's nose that was beaten into a pig's head, I know him, he is the hair of my distant cousin and his eldest aunt. ”

“......”

Xia Yuan pointed his finger to the outside of the cabin, and the iron cage was trapped by a half-dead old Taoist, and when he explained the reason, the king of Yueyang on the high platform did not say the word "free" as before. Instead, he looked at Xia Yuan playfully and didn't say a word. And Xia Yuan obviously noticed this change, so he didn't point his finger to the next iron cage anymore. Instead, he slowed his throat and raised his head to meet the sweeping gaze on the high platform. Again, no...

Because, that half-dead Taoist is the person of the Pure Yang Palace.

"Whew..."

The cool breeze is cold, and the mountains and rivers are surging.

Ten miles of waves shoot, and it is difficult for fish to jump.

The cold wind is blowing, and the robe is flying. The two stares staring at each other suppressed all the sounds in the field to the extreme. No one spoke, the atmosphere was silent, and anyone could feel that the two invisible powers were washing the air against each other up and down the high platform. It's like when the two armies face each other, the front breath of the drums in the array, only the cool breeze invades in advance with blood, which is very depressing.

"Why don't you allow it?" After a long while, when the cool breeze subsided a little pace, Xia Yuan under the high platform shook the dog's tail grass on his mouth, and shouted in a ruffian: "Could it be that grandpa and my face, is it worth this favor?"

"Haha..."

King Yue Yang suddenly laughed loudly, waved his hand and said, "I have known Brother Xia for many years, and Taifu is the emperor of the Three Dynasties. If this face can be given, this king will definitely give it. After a pause, King Yueyang's words suddenly became cold, "It's just that there are no rules, there is no square circle, some people's sins are unforgivable, and this king is incapable of favoritism, isn't it?"

There are no rules, there is no circle, King Yueyang's words are a little ridiculous, and it can also be said that he is using a reason that is taken for granted to suppress Xia Yuan. Because this is the Southern Regions of the Tang Dynasty, this King of Yueyang on the high platform is the rule of the Southern Regions!

To put it bluntly, he just didn't want to sell Xia Yuan's face.

Such a simple truth, Xia Yuan must know it. It's just that he didn't expose it, and asked with a half-understanding look: "Tsk, the prince is right, there are no rules..."

"Wow!!"

The knife is out of the sheath!

Reflecting the water into the stars...

There was no need for King Yueyang to reply, and Xia Yuan shouted! The sergeants stationed on both sides of the strait, as well as the royal guards guarding the deck and the warships, totaled hundreds of thousands of horses, and at the same time they drew their swords out of their sheaths and pointed their blades under the platform! For a while, the murderous aura was overflowing, the cold light was cold, and hundreds of thousands of horses stood up like crouching tigers, with sharp claws on the ground, staring at Xia Yuan under the high platform and roaring.

At this time, King Yueyang on the high platform pressed his two palms down and signaled that he would not move. Then he smiled faintly at Xia Yuan: "This person is the master of the Pure Yang Division of Gaoyang City, and the third generation of disciples of the Pure Yang Palace. When the northern thieves invaded the south, although he didn't hold a knife in his hand, he couldn't escape the charge of fornicating with thieves, and he had to resist the robbery of Yueyang. Are you sure Brother Xia wants to protect this person?"

For the cold light of hundreds of thousands of stabs around him, Xia Yuan's expression did not show much concession, but the arrogance in his bones was even stronger. Towards the high platform, the ruffian shouted: "As the saying goes, it depends on the owner to beat the dog." No matter what he said, he is also an old dog that Uncle Fengxian has raised for many years, even if he makes a big mistake, but if he wants to discipline it, it is also a matter of pure yang sword vein, and it is not your turn to make a move. In that case, what if I let him go home and be punished?

"The Sword God has been in seclusion for many years. ”

King Yue Yang said calmly with joy and anger, a fact that everyone in the world knows. Then he slowed down, and then added: "Moreover, you are not a member of the Pure Yang Sect, so you can't protect this person, at least you are not qualified enough..."

"Eligibility?"

"Huh. ”

"Whew..."

(I wish you all the best in the New Year, at the beginning of the new year, Vientiane is updated, and the search for the Tao is renewed to send 8 chapters, and I wish all book friends 2018.) The number of updates on the first day of the year did not go up, but the subscriptions suddenly had 300+, and the small extinguishment was really ecstatic. Thank you very much, I thought it would take a long time for it to improve, and I never thought it would be a surprise. ）

(The quest will be entered from this chapter onwards*, and we ask for your support.) ）