Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

Ye Jingyu was about to ask a question when he suddenly heard a sound of fighting in the distance and his expression changed slightly.

"Xuan'er, take a rest first. I'll go over and take a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person disappeared.

Wang Shun also wanted to leave, but was stopped by Yin Qingxuan.

"What happened?"

Wang Shun scratched his head.

"I don't know either. I was having a good meal with you and was able to listen to some martial arts masters bragging. But as soon as it got dark, those martial artists suddenly went crazy and started fighting randomly."

Yin Qingxuan's heart moved slightly.

"Could it be that someone spied something and caused a fight?"

"I don't know, anyway, the scene was a mess."

After Wang Shun finished speaking, he suddenly added another sentence.

"Since I last saw the stone wall, you have asked me several times if I heard anything. I wonder if there is a connection between them?"

Yin Qingxuan frowned. Didn’t Ye Jinglan just ask about A Yu? Could it be his evil Zhu?

Seeing that Xiao Nanfeng was already asleep, Yin Qingxuan sent him into the space.

"I'll go over and have a look too."

When I walked out of the tent, He Yuan and Mei Qingge were at the door.

"Qingxuan, what happened?"

Mei Qingge briefly repeated Wang Shun's words, and the four of them immediately headed deep into the valley.

At this time, the valley was indeed in chaos.

These martial artists launched indiscriminate attacks like crazy, with astonishing force.

The guest who first approached Ye Jinglan to exchange skewers for meat clashed with one of them and was shocked.

Is this really a mob?

How come their martial arts are so powerful?

Ye Jinglan was also a little surprised.

During the trip to Beihai, he got to know many of the leaders of the major sects. These people were indeed some unknown scum. It was effortless for him to kill the two losers who humiliated Cheng Fenglou that day. Now, when he saw these people, they were comparable to He Yuntong of the Zhanjian Sect. Something was really not right.

Several screams were heard among the crowd. Several disciples with poor martial arts skills had been killed by the sword. The field was suddenly filled with a strong smell of blood.

The guests were all in Zifu, so they naturally couldn't stand by and watch. They all waved their hands and attacked these martial artists. Only Lin Xiao still stood in front of the huge rock in winter, staring at the rock with full concentration, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Ye Jinglan secretly expressed his admiration. He was worthy of being known as the number one swordsman among martial arts fanatics. His concentration was really amazing.

Seeing these people fighting fiercely, not distinguishing between friend and foe, I somehow felt a little excited.

Ye Jinglan cursed inwardly, damn it, when did I become so perverted.

While he was distracted, another Zifu disciple was knocked to his feet. In the blink of an eye, blood gushed out of all his orifices and he died.

"Damn it, you guys are so shameless. Do you think you can do whatever you want just by spending money?"

He cursed angrily, flashed into the battle circle, kicked a man away, then rushed forward and slapped the man on the skull.

There was a crisp sound, and a red and white substance poured out from the man's brain, and his entire head was pushed into his neck.

Ye Jinglan felt a burst of joy in his heart and attacked another person.

Those old Taoist priests always said that he had done all kinds of bad things, so today he decided to kill them all to see what they could do to him.

Since returning to Central Plains, Ye Jinglan has rarely fought with others. Instead, he has been framed in various ways. Although he has repeatedly suppressed his emotions, he is bound to be impulsive and unbalanced sometimes.

Now, that was exactly the case. All the annoyance and frustration poured out like a tide. After a few moves, he felt extremely refreshed and simply started to feed these people with his moves.