On the fifth day of the first month of the fifth year of Qianfu, the university did not stop overnight, and the entire Gangneung City was wrapped in silver white. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After a night of hard thinking and meditation, Yang Fenglou, who finally made up his mind, mixed with the wind and snow, went straight to the Jingnan Jiedu Embassy's Mansion.

"Boom!"

kicked open the door of the embassy.

The Nanmu door slammed and roared, and in the silence of the early morning, it spread far away.

"Who!?"

"What a guts!"

"Someone's coming!"

There was a sudden chaos in the palace.

The guards on duty quickly rushed in and surrounded the gate, and behind them, countless soldiers rushed out in disheveled clothes.

As a result, when everyone saw Yang Fenglou, they were dumbfounded, it was this master again? Yesterday, I asked to see the envoy, wasn't he refused? Why did I come here again today? Looking at the posture, I want to break through again?

When the commander of the guards saw it, he felt bad.

Yesterday, when Yang Fenglou was decisively asked to see, although he also broke out the "potential" of the master of the three rivers and lakes, the momentum was great, but there was no chance of killing, it was just a manifestation of anger, even if someone was injured because of this, but it was also affected by the pond fish.

But today's Yang Fenglou is different.

His eyes were red, his face was like frost, although he did not burst out of the "potential" of the third-grade Jianghu master, but like a peerless beast, waiting for an outbreak in silence.

"Yang Fenglou, you are so bold! On the day of Yang Yuanjun's rest, he didn't see any outsiders, and he told you a few times......!

The envoy jumped out at this time, and when he saw that the gate was abolished, he suddenly broke out, jumped in front of Yang Fenglou, and opened his mouth to accuse.

"Smack!"

Yang Fenglou raised his hand.

One punch.

Shattered his head.

The people around were shocked, they all saw that Yang Fenglou was different from the past today, but they definitely didn't expect that he would be so resolute, without saying a word, and killing people directly!

"Kutong ......"

Menzi's body fell to the ground, and the red blood sprayed out, staining the snow on the ground in the front yard of the embassy's mansion.

"Yang is a dignified husband, how can a slave be humiliated again and again?"

After finishing speaking, Yang Fenglou raised his eyes, glanced around, and stared straight at the commander of the guards.

"Where is Yang Zhiwen!?"

The commander of the guards himself is also a six-rank Jianghu martial artist, but in front of Yang Fenglou at this time, he feels that he is being stared at by a peerless fierce beast, but if he does not respond in time, he will be killed, he intuitively feels that his mouth and nose are dry as if they are on fire, and after swallowing a mouthful of saliva fiercely, he can barely speak.

"Envoy, you are in the Beiguan City Tower...... Snow ......"

Yang Fenglou snorted coldly, turned around and left, under the launch of the cicada in eight steps, the snowflakes on the road that had not had time to be cleaned up were stirred up by him, looking at it from a distance, like a giant dragon, mixed with wind and snow all the way, rolling straight to Jiangling Beiguan.

"Kuton!"

The commander of the guards sat directly on the ground, gasping for breath, and the short confrontation with Yang Fenglou was tantamount to a life-and-death fight, completely exhausting the strength around him.

The soldiers around him were shocked, hurriedly stepped forward, helped up the commander, looked at the direction Yang Fenglou was running, and asked with palpitations:

"Boss, what should we do now?"

The commander of the guards steadied his mind and straightened up.

"Quick, order everyone, get ready, go, go to Beiguan, and protect Yang Envoyjun!"

"By the way, quickly pass on the Ping Army, and ask them to dispatch men and horses to Beiguan as soon as possible to protect the envoy!"

But he said that Yang Fenglou had traveled all the way to Beiguan.

"Stop coming!"

Yang Fenglou did not hide his actions, running all the way with great momentum, and had already been discovered by the soldiers on duty at Beiguan, a team of ten people, holding spears, the tip of the spear was obliquely upward, pointing directly at Yang Fenglou who was running.

"Before the king drives, don't be rude! No one waits, quickly retreat!"

Yang Fenglou didn't answer, and in the midst of the snowstorm, he flew up, crossed these soldiers, and went straight to the Beiguan city wall before everyone reacted.

Jiangling city north of the Yangtze River, after a night of heavy snowfall, the world is the same color, only the Yangtze River Hao Hao soup rush to the east, in this silver-covered world, there is a great difference from the usual artistic conception, climb the city tower, condescending, look at it, it is indeed twilight and heavy Chu Tiankuo, can be called a special embrace.

Yang Zhiwen is taking a group of guests to enjoy the snow and drink on the top of the city tower, and the poems are harmonious, so he is not at ease.

Yang Zhiwen was still sitting reclining, holding the tail in his hand, sipping the wine in the cup lightly, shaking the tail in his hand, and pointing to Mr. Si on the seat.

"Mr. Si, on the occasion of the Great Snow Man Dance, why not compose a poem?"

"It's better to be respectful than to obey. ”

Mr. Si laughed and saluted Yang Zhiwen casually, but picked up the wine glass in front of him, drank it all, and groaned slightly, but for a moment, his eyes lit up, but it was already brewing.

Seeing this, Yang Zhiwen smiled slightly, looking forward to Mr. Si's new poem.

At this moment, Yang Fenglou was covered with wind and snow and a cold air, and climbed the Beiguan City Tower.

The cold air wrapped in the wind and snow, suddenly scattered, even if more than ten charcoal basins were lit at the head of Beiguan City, it was difficult to stop, and it was so cold that these guests who liked to talk and had a good Wei style shivered one by one.

Mr. Si was agitated by the cold wind, but he couldn't grasp the fleeting inspiration, and froze in place, unable to speak.

Yang Zhiwen couldn't help frowning, his face was displeased, he turned his head to look over, and when he saw Yang Fenglou, he snorted coldly hatefully.

Mr. Si also saw Yang Fenglou and couldn't help but be furious.

"Yang Fenglou! Vulgar and savage! Why did you go straight to our literary meeting!? Go to the east of the big river, the sky is full of snow, such a beautiful scenery, and it has been completely destroyed by you, an ignorant horseman......! Really ......"

Before he could "really" come up with anything, Yang Fenglou took a few steps forward, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him up directly.

"What are you going to do!?What do you want to do!?Rough man!Let me down!"

Yang Fenglou didn't answer, grabbed his collar, took a few steps forward, walked directly to the Beiguan Saucer, stretched out his long arm, and directly lifted Mr. Si outside the city wall.

Mr. Si was frightened, his face was howling, not like a human voice, crying and screaming for Yang Zhiwen for help.

"Help!"

Yang Zhiwen was also taken aback by Yang Fenglou.

"Yang Fenglou, what do you want!?"

Yang Fenglou looked directly at Yang Zhiwen with his eyes and smiled coldly.

"Kill. ”

Yang Zhiwen was furious.

"Yang Fenglou, you dare to kill someone in front of a certain family!?"

Yang Fenglou laughed.

"Why not!?

As Bai Ding, insulting the court officials, Yang Yuanjun, may I ask, what crime should this person be guilty of?"

Yang Zhiwen pondered for a while.

"Sin is not unto death!"

Yang Fenglou smiled again.

"Okay! So, what crime should we be guilty of bewitching the festival envoys and causing heavy deaths and injuries to tens of millions of people!?"

Yang Zhiwen was stunned.

"Where does that start?"

Yang Fenglou smiled coldly, stopped answering, and let go suddenly!

"Ah......h

Mr. Si suddenly screamed...... (To be continued.) )