I am the seventeenth prince

Chapter 133 Chapter 135
early morning.

When black and white alternate, the ups and downs of the eaves and afterimages are fleeting on the eaves, passing through Weiyang Street, crossing Cuifang Tower, and coming to a famous landmark in Yujing.

Wanhe Tower.

The building is seven stories high, and the yellow tiles overlap and criss-cross, forming a variety of cloud cranes, some in the shape of spreading their wings, some looking down, and some singing loudly.

The white cranes on the first floor are not only tangible, but also spiritual. Looking at it for a long time, it seems to be an illusion of flying cranes.

The figure fell on the Wanhe Tower. It was a tall man who looked about thirty, with one hand behind his back, exuding a noble temperament, which made people feel humble from the bottom of their hearts.

Ice green jade pendant is on his hem, and a word is surrounded by delicate lines.

Zheng.

"I'm here, so don't hide your head and show your tail. Your Excellency asked me out, you don't mean to tease me."

Zheng Minggong said.

The street was empty, and others might think he was talking to himself, but he knew that there must be at least one person in the dark.

"How dare, brother Zheng, as the head of the Zheng family, how authoritative the Zheng Clan of Nuo Da is, I also admire Brother Zheng's courage very much."

The air was rippling, and a sharp voice sounded in Zheng Minggong's ear.

This voice is not someone I am familiar with, he is hiding himself on purpose, it is Zheng Minggong who is recalling whether this voice is someone he knows, but he quickly vetoed it.

"How did you know that?"

Compared to that, he cared more about whether the biggest secret in his heart was known or not, so he opened his mouth to test it.

"If you want others to know, you have to do nothing about it yourself. Since Brother Zheng dared to commit that crime, you thought you covered up all the clues and thought you could sit back and relax. Don't you know that there is a skynet in the world that does not leak anything, and just let me know.

Jie Jie. "

Suddenly, the laughter was very strange, up and down, a cold breath approached Zheng Minggong, making his heart beat non-stop.

With light footsteps, Zheng Minggong's center of gravity moved down, with a bright red iron ball between his fingers, ready to be ejected at all times.

His face became more serious.

"The number one expert in the Zheng family's history is rumored to be even expected to break through to the realm of martial saints, but who would have thought how this number one master of the Zheng family would break through and sacrifice blood to the inherited holy soldiers of the Zheng family.

It took a huge price to control the broken Martial Saint's True Intent. Over the past ten years, the power of the Martial Saint's True Intent has almost been completely consumed by itself. "

The air was shaking, telling Zheng Minggong's biggest secret.

Although he was mentally prepared before he came, he still couldn't hide his trembling when he heard it.

The bright red iron ball was flicked by his fingers, and he didn't wait any longer, because he sensed the arrival of people.

No matter what, he had to catch this person, even if the people in the clan knew about it.

Once this person can't be captured, then the secrets of his Zheng family may be exposed. If other families know that his Zheng family has no inheritance of holy soldiers, then the Zheng family will only have the consequence of being destroyed.

A blurred figure appeared before his eyes.

Cold light appeared.

At the moment when the cold light appeared, he found that his hands and feet could not be controlled, his body could not move, and the martial arts chakra in the sea of ​​qi in his body seemed to be wiped out by the rays of light emitted by the broken holy soldier chakra hanging high in the sky.

That Guang Xi was sacred and magnificent, and seemed to be full of decadent aura, but it had a power that even Zheng Minggong couldn't comprehend.

At this moment, he suddenly realized how insignificant he was, and guessed the power of Wu Sheng with his shallow knowledge. It turned out that he had already been immersed in this illusory power, and he hadn't spied Wu Sheng at all.

"I was wrong, so I was really wrong." Zheng Minggong murmured foolishly.

The knife light pierced his head, provoking his body to go upwards.

"Don't even try to escape, the Zheng family guarding Wanhe Tower will not let you go, you will be buried with me."

Long before Zheng Minggong came, he arranged for his most trusted clansman to ambush in the distance of Wanhe Tower, and left some aftermath measures in the mansion.

"Really? Will your little act really help?"

The voice was no longer concealed, and he recognized it.

It's just that he is about to die, and he can't do it anymore if he wants to make a sound.

puff.

People were nailed to the Wanhe Tower.

She was dressed in a white robe with blooming lotus flowers embroidered on the front of the skirt. She pinched the bright red iron beads with her white fingers, and raised her other hand. The black cloth in her hand covered Zheng Minggong's body.

The brilliance flowed, and the black and autumnal canvas became a bit more fantastical, constantly changing, and finally turned into a cloud crane.

The strange black receded from Wanhe Tower, and several figures disappeared with the wind.

The sky in the distance was white, and a reddish halo was revealed, exuding brilliance, dispelling the darkness of the sky, and making it more and more radiant.

Wanhe Tower is far away.

The quiet street was broken by the street shops. Half the door opened, and a middle-aged man in sackcloth walked out of the house, yawning and stretching.

"Third son, you have the best relationship with the head of the family on weekdays. You know why he suddenly asked us to come here in such a hurry, and he still needs to act on his warning, and is ready to help him at any time."

In the street-facing attic in the middle of the street, with the wooden windows partially hidden, you can just observe the Wanhe Tower in the distance.

At this time, there were three old men sitting in the attic, all of them were gray-haired, but they didn't have the slightest aura of old people on their bodies. Instead, they all had strange auras, one was as fierce as fire, the other as cold as frost, and the other as soft as water.

"I don't know, but judging from his expression, he should not be sure to deal with this opponent. He asked us to come just in case."

The old man in the crimson robe said.

"Nonsense, I also know, but, you have seen his strength, there are people in Yu Jingcheng who can make him so cautious, but there is no need to provoke my Zheng family, I can't see through it."

The old man with blue nails looked at Wanhe Tower in the distance, feeling a little uneasy.

"It's been a while since he's gone, or let's go and have a look. My left eyelid keeps twitching, which makes me have a bad premonition."

The old man who was playing with the Emei thorn in his hand laughed and said.

"You, don't be suspicious all day long. You can't believe the strength of the Patriarch. Looking at the entire Yujing City, how many people surpass him.

Even if there is such a person to take action, it is impossible for him to even give a warning, so as not to underestimate him. "

The old man in green armor frowned slightly and looked into the distance.

"That's right, he has a chakra close to that of a martial artist, who can kill him quietly?"

The two old men sitting across from each other laughed together when they heard this.

The three of them are too confident in Zheng Minggong, which is the image that Zheng Minggong deliberately created over the years.

It's just that none of the three of them knew about Zheng Minggong's biggest flaw, but the person who killed him this time knew about it.

Mindful and careless.

This big drama against the Zheng family started under the control of someone with a heart.

While the three of them were talking, there were more and more people on the street, and the street became lively.

People come and go, street shops open for business, and hawkers go out with their burdens.

The old man who was throwing the Emei thorn lightly looked at the Wanhe Tower reflecting the light in the distance, showing a fascinated look.

"The Wanhe Tower in the early morning is still so moving, with its golden light, it is really a rare beauty in Yujing."

(End of this chapter)