"Xian'er, haven't been for a few months, how are you doing lately?" Yuwen Tong entered the private room under the welcome of Murong Xian, and Yuwen was polite in his words and deeds, showing the style of a gentleman.

"It's okay, there is Brother Lao Yuwen who cares. Murong Xian bowed slightly.

Murong Xian has a fairy name, but he does not have the appearance of a fairy, only the posture of a middle-aged person, although it is not ugly, but it is by no means stunning.

However, this is a woman who does not rely on beauty and wisdom, Murong Xian can be as famous as the second county lord of Beiliang, how can she rely on her face to mix the rivers and lakes, after all, she can't rely on her face to be like Xiao Ning and Murong Xian.

Xiao Xuan glanced at the private room, took a sip of tea, and asked in a low voice, "Ah Yue, what do you think of Yuwen and this person?"

Ah Yue put down the teacup, groaned slightly, and said: "The four sons of Yingchuan Wang Yuwen Hu are all dragons and phoenixes among people, and they are either heroic or talented. It is said that Yuwen Tong does not like the practice of Xuangong, loves poetry and songs, and at a young age, he has already moved to the school palace, which should not be underestimated. ”

"Big brother, what do you think?" Xiao Xuan turned his head to look at the cold Ye Baimei and cast an inquiring look.

"Hidden deeply, the master of the Middle Three Realms!"

Ye Baimei's simple evaluation shocked Ah Yue, in her perception, there was no trace of Yuan Force fluctuation on the simple and weak young man.

"Rush back at this juncture, it's interesting ......" Xiao Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, from Ah Yue entered Tianxiang Building, Guigu began to lay out today's situation, leading him, the prince of Northern Liang, to Yingchuan, since he has already appeared, even if Ye Baimei is with him, Guigu will definitely make a move, but I don't know if this little prince of Yingchuan is the fuse or a touchstone.

"If the son of King Yingchuan also becomes a lackey of Guigu, and even King Yuwen Hu of Yingchuan also takes refuge in Guigu, then the power of Guigu is really a little terrifying. Xiao Xuan said in a voice that only the three of them could hear.

Ye Baimei shook his head and said: "No, Yuwen Hu is His Majesty's younger brother, with an army of 200,000, no matter how strong the power of Guigu is, it will not be able to subdue the King of Yingchuan." ”

Xiao Xuan smiled and said, "What if the Ghost Valley is tempted by the Great Zhou or even the world?"

"This?" Ye Baimei couldn't refute it, but Guigu has the terrible strength to subvert the dynasty, for thousands of years, Guigu has been controlling the general trend of the world, the Dayu Dynasty collapsed, and the rebellion of the Ten Kingdoms began in Guigu, although the result did not develop in accordance with the established direction of Guigu, but no one questioned the weight of Guigu.

If Guigu really tempted the whole world, I'm afraid there are few who won't be moved, even if the emperors of the three dynasties will be tempted, not to mention the king of a feudal domain.

Yuwentong walked out of the private room accompanied by Murong Xian, Yuwentong raised the teacup and said loudly: "If you have friends from afar, you should have a drink together!"

The men and women who tasted tea in the natural dwelling immediately stood up and raised their glasses to meet them, drinking a cup of tea together as if they were drinking.

Only Xiao Xuan and his entourage were indifferent, drinking tea by themselves, which was naturally eye-catching. Some people looked at Xiao Xuan and the three of them with pity, in Yingchuan, an acre and three points of land, they didn't even give face to the little prince Yu Wentong, let alone in front of his beloved woman, he was simply killing himself.

Yu Wentong came to Xiao Xuan with a teacup, and said gently: "Little brother, can you have a cup together?"

Xiao Xuan didn't raise his head, and said lightly: "You drink black tea, and I drink green tea, so I can't drink it together." ”

Yu Wentong was slightly stunned and understood the meaning of Xiao Xuan's words, and the Tao was not the same. A chill flashed in Yuwentong's eyes, he hadn't heard such stupid words in Yingchuan for a long time.

"Little brother, further sea goods sky. Take a step back, and you will be in the abyss. Yu Wentong raised his glass again, still smiling, but everyone could feel Yu Wentong's suppressed anger.

"You threaten me?" Xiao Xuan finally raised his head, with a mocking face, after so many years, he was still the first to be threatened.

"You can think so!" Yu Wentong did not deny.

"It's just a cup of tea, why take it so seriously?" Xiao Xuan flicked the teacup and said helplessly.

Yuwen Tong glanced at Murong Xian, nodded and said, "The true taste in the tea, some are bitter and some are sweet, you must be cautious about tasting it?"

"Your Excellency, isn't it the little prince of Yingchuan who was violently beaten by the second county lord of Beiliang? Xiao Xuan suddenly said loudly, the words fell, and everyone's eyes fell on Yu Wentong's body, and then quickly moved away.

The whole natural dwelling was quiet and terrible for a while, the needle drop could be heard, and the atmosphere was extremely weird. Many people present knew about the festival between Yu Wentong, the fourth son of the king of Yingchuan, and Xiao Ning, the second daughter of Xiao Zhan, the general of Tiance.

It's just two years ago that Yuwen agreed to make friends with Xiao Ning, the lord of Beiliang County, and hunted outside Xiao Ning Mountain, and the competitive Yuwen almost stepped on a shepherd boy, but Xiao Ning didn't say a word, and directly beat Yuwen with a horse whip, and was ashamed to be with Yuwen from then on.

This matter has always been a scar in Yuwen's heart, and it was regarded as a great shame by Yuwentong, and Xiao Xuan's sudden mention of this matter was a naked provocation.

"Good tea!" Xiao Xuan violently killed a cup of fragrant tea, and a poisonous dart suddenly shot out, smashing the teacup in Xiao Xuan's hand.

Syllable!

Xiao Xuan suddenly got up, directly slapped Yuwen, and said angrily: "You want to kill me?"

Everyone was stunned, the kid who didn't know whether he was alive or dead actually slapped the little prince Yu Wentong. Yu Wentong was also a little stunned, with his identity, he never thought that someone would dare to slap him in public.

"Boy, if you can get out of Yingchuan alive, Lao Tzu will have your surname. Yu Wentong suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly.

"I'm afraid you won't agree. Xiao Xuan's backhand was another slap, and after this slap, everyone was really stunned.

"Kill!" Yu Wentong was completely furious and shouted loudly.

Yuwen Tong's shouts fell, and suddenly dozens of people broke through the door and pounced directly on Xiao Xuan.

"Can't help it?"

Xiao Xuan muttered, sat down by himself, lowered his head and drank tea, Ah Yue stayed by Xiao Xuan's side. Ye Baimei, who was originally like an old man, moved, Ye Baimei was like a sharp sword, shuttling between the subordinates, and the dead soldiers kept falling one after another.

"Little Prince Yuwen, can you have a drink?" Xiao Xuan smiled at Chao Yuwentong.

Yuwen was trembling with anger, a touch of madness flashed in his eyes, Yuwen Tong quietly waved his hand, and then countless black-clothed dead soldiers flew down from the roof of the natural residence building, heading straight for Xiao Xuan.

Xiao Xuan grabbed Ah Yue, who was about to draw his sword, and said, "Don't panic, these are just small shrimps, he can do it alone." ”

Although Ye Baimei's Xuangong cultivation is not as good as Chen Xuanba's, he is also an iron-blooded warrior who has gone through the battlefield of the Ten Kingdoms, and these dead killers have only warmed up Ye Baimei at most.

Woohoo!

When Ye Baimei was dragged by countless dead soldiers, several more dead soldiers floated down from the natural residence, and the qi seemed to be nothing, each of them was a master of cultivating to the Xuan.

"It's actually a guest from the sky, Ah Yue, it's up to you. Xiao Xuan smiled and nodded to Ah Yue, and before the words fell, Ah Yue's sword was unsheathed.

Ah Yue looked weak, but he was not ambiguous at all, and he swept away the three killers who rushed over with a single sword.