After Yang Yi grabbed the middle-aged man, he saw that the people at the scene looked extremely nervous, and he knew that he should have arrested an important person this time, he laughed, took the middle-aged man in his hand, glanced at the middle-aged man, and shouted: "Do you have anyone here who understands Song dialect?"

After he finished saying this, he heard a tall and thin middle-aged man in the scene trembling and saying, "Don't hurt my lord......! Who the hell are you?"

This person speaks exactly Song dialect, and the words are correct and round, and the words are clear.

Yang Yi looked down at this person and saw that he was tall and thin, with five long hairs floating on his chest, a handsome face, and an extraordinary expression, his expression was extremely anxious at this time, and he was extremely concerned about the safety of the middle-aged man.

Yang Yi glanced at this person, "What's your name?"

This person shouted: "I am my king to drive the military plane to participate in the journey, I see that you look like a Song person, you are so bold, you dare to break into my Nanjing City, do you want to cause the Song Liao War?"

Yang Yi said lightly: "I look at you, you look like a Song person, how can you do things for the Liao State as a Song person?"

The passage of the process: "The good birds choose the trees and perch, and now the king is in the north but not in the south, the husband has made meritorious contributions, and naturally wants to defect to the Ming Lord, the emperor of the Southern Dynasty is mediocre and incompetent, how can he be as wise and martial as the king of my family, how can he be such a waste of horses and cows?"

Yang Yi looked carefully at the middle-aged man in his hand, and said with a smile at Cheng Tong: "It's rare to be a traitor so righteously! But thank you for your reminder, you keep saying that this person is your master, and call him king, it seems that this person's identity is really extraordinary, I don't want to catch such a big fish just after entering Nanjing City, and I really have good luck!"

Cheng Tong opened his mouth and was about to say something more, when he saw Yang Yi slap his hands suddenly, he was a civil official, he didn't know what kind of splitting palm in the martial arts, what kind of kung fu these hundred steps divine fist was, and he was curious about what this person was doing, and then he felt the strong wind blowing in his face, and his body was as if he had been hit by a siege vehicle, and he suddenly rose off the ground, spraying blood wildly, and the person had died before he landed.

"I originally wanted to spare your life so that you could help me find the ice silkworm, but Lao Tzu hates traitors the most in his life, and he can't tolerate it for a moment!"

Yang Yi closed his palms and sighed lightly, "If you don't do a good Song person, you have to be a lackey and traitor, how can Yang spare you!"

Yang Yi will not do it, he doesn't want to do it, and he doesn't bother to do it, but he will not be merciless in killing soldiers, officials, and traitors.

At this time, after killing this journey, in the exclamation of a group of people next to him, Yang Yi jumped off the horse, put the middle-aged man in his hand still underground, stepped on his head with his foot, pulled out the Yitian long sword behind his back, pointed the tip of the sword at the neck of the middle-aged man, raised his eyes to look at the group of people surrounding him, and shouted again: "Is there anyone else who is proficient in Song dialect? If not, the head of your king is estimated to be divided." ”

Seeing that he humiliated the middle-aged man like this, the hundreds of people around the scene shouted loudly, their faces full of anxiety, and their eyes were full of anger.

Yang Yi laughed and shouted a few more words, but all the Khitan dialects he heard in his ears were incomprehensible, and he couldn't understand a word of muttering, but there was no one who dared to talk to him in Song dialect.

"It shouldn't be, if my guess is correct, this person I stepped on under my feet is not the king of the Southern Courtyard of the Liao Kingdom, or the king of Liao, Yelu Hongji, there will be no shortage of people who understand the Song dialect around them, why is there no one answering now?"

He was puzzled for a moment, and then knew what was going on, "It seems that I killed this just now, which made these people who are proficient in Song dialect afraid, for fear that I would slap them to death with one palm, so they didn't dare to show their heads." ”

"Hehe, if you don't dare to show your head, you have to show your head for me!"

Thinking of this, Yang Yi smiled, and with a sword, he had already cut off one of the ears of the underground middle-aged man, and the underground middle-aged man shouted loudly, and the people around him were even more exclaimed.

Yang Yi put the middle-aged ear on the tip of the sword and asked loudly, "Is there anyone who understands Song dialect?"

The people in the scene were constantly scolding, shouting loudly, holding blades and making a gesture, but under the rat trap, they just scolded but did not dare to move forward.

Until this time, there was still no one to communicate with him in Song dialect.

Yang Yi became impatient.

The long sword in his hand shook, and when he brushed it, it was another sword, and the middle-aged right ear was cut off by him again.

The angry scolding at the scene became louder, Yang Yi grabbed the middle-aged man's hair, dragged him up, and sighed: "Brother, it seems that traitors are greedy for life and afraid of death no matter where they are, although you died in my hands, it is also related to the people under you." ”

Without further ado, he placed the Heavenly Sword flat on this person's neck, and with a movement of his right hand, he was about to draw back.

The middle-aged man with blood in his ears suddenly shouted loudly, and the noisy crowd around him suddenly fell silent when he heard the words, and several of the bearded men howled and grabbed a few middle-aged people from their side, and first slapped a few mouths fiercely, before pulling these middle-aged people in front of Yang Yi.

These middle-aged people all look like Song people.

The middle-aged man in Yang Yi's hand shouted a few more times, and several bearded men who dragged people over suddenly pulled out their swords, poofed twice, and had already killed two Song people, and the rest of their bodies were shocked, so frightened that their feet were weak, and they were almost unstable on their feet.

Yang Yi looked at the trembling Song people in front of him, and said with a smile: "Can you understand what I said?"

An old man with a long and white beard said, "This ...... This strong man, you are so bold, do you really want to provoke the Song Liao war? When the time comes, whether the people of the Great Song Dynasty will be ruined or not, and the people will hang upside down, but it is just in your thoughts. You have to think more about the people of the Great Song Dynasty. ”

Yang Yi smiled and said: "If you don't want to die now, then don't tell me any big truths, you traitor actually persuaded me to think about the people of the Great Song Dynasty, it's really funny!"

The white-bearded old man saw the cold light flickering in Yang Yi's eyes, just a glance, as if he had seen through his whole body, and he couldn't hide the slightest secret, so he was horrified in his heart, and hurriedly shut up.

Yang Yi said lightly: "I said, you listen!"

The white-bearded old man said, "Yes!"

Yang Yidao: "I recently want to find something near Nanjing City, this thing should be in the nearby temple, raised by a monk from the Central Plains, I want you to send an army to search all the temples within a hundred miles of Nanjing City, and help me find that thing." ”

The white-bearded old man listened to Yang Yi's words, didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly said it to the purple-faced middle-aged man in Yang Yi's hand in Khitan dialect.

The purple-faced middle-aged man had lost his ears at this time, and blood was gurgling from the root of his ears to his neck, from his neck to his shoulders, and his clothes were soaked at this time.

When he heard Whitebeard translate the words, his face showed great surprise, he turned his head cautiously, looked at Yang Yi who was standing beside him, and then turned his head and asked Whitebeard a few words loudly.

The white beard's body trembled, and he asked Yang Yi: "The king of my family said, you killed so many people, is it just for such a trivial matter?"

(To be continued.) )