[Comprehensive] Wearing the martial arts world to be the emperor

"Officials?!"

The man was very surprised in his words, obviously he did not expect the emperor to leave the large group of people and bring only one person to such a remote place.

He quickly put on his shoes and socks, straightened his clothes and walked over, then bowed to the person opposite and saluted.

Originally, the environment here is so good, the water flow is so clear, Yan Jingbai wanted to wash his face and feel the water quality without any pollution in ancient times, but he did not expect to see such a scene.

Although he doesn't have a cleanliness habit, he can't wash his face in the water where other people's feet have been soaked. It's fine if he can't see it, but now he can see it clearly, even if the water is running water, he doesn't have that interest anymore.

Although he was not very happy in his heart, he still smiled and said, "Fang Aiqing is so elegant!"

Fang Ying looked down, looking respectful, and said: "It's my negligence, I'm just a little tired after riding a horse for a day, and seeing the beautiful scenery here, so I took advantage of this time to come here to rest After a while, the officials will punish you."

"What's wrong with Fang Qing?!" Yan Jingbai chuckled lightly, "It's hard work for Ai Qing to let you accompany me out this time and travel all the way."

Fang Yingkan anxiously said: "This is the duty of a lowly minister, how can he be worthy of the hard work of an official? You should be ashamed of it."

Yan Jingbai smiled and took in all his expressions, and sighed in his heart, he is really an excellent actor, without any flaws.If the other party was born in modern times, he would definitely be another world-class Uranus superstar, and he would also be his strongest competitor.

As usual, he would be very happy to have such an opponent. A stronger opponent can stimulate his fighting spirit and improve his acting skills, but not now!

He is now the emperor, and an emperor who is about to perish. He must use the fastest means to win him over to his side.

But how can you take an ambitious man for your own use without hurting your own hands?

This is a very difficult task!

While he was thinking hard, Fang Yingkan, who was familiar with him, was also looking at him without any trace.

For this sudden eruption of the emperor, his mind is very complicated.To be honest, although the other party is the emperor, he has always looked down on him. What he admires is the strong. This strong refers not only to the strength of force, but also to the strength of wrist, heart, strategy and courage. It is a pity that Zhao Huan has nothing to do with these things.

At best, he just relied on his birth and pedigree, he was born to overwhelm others, stripped of these, he is not as good as those dirty beggars on the street, how can such a person make him willingly surrender and dedicate his loyalty to him ?

He would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail, his pride and ambition make him unwilling to be subordinate to others, let alone be subordinate to such a person who is inferior to him in everything.Rather than that, let him be the master of this world!

He has always been a person who does whatever it takes to achieve his goals. For his own ambition, what is it to cooperate with Jinren?As long as the result satisfies him.

He knows Jinren's ambition, but he believes in his ability more, he can definitely grasp that measure well.

Originally, everything was in his plan, but he never expected that the variable Yan Jingbai would appear.

He was obviously a cowardly and incompetent emperor, so why did he change all of a sudden?

Fang Yingkan was very confused, he still hadn't figured out this question.

As the breeze blows, the birds in the forest soar into the sky, their feathers fluttering.

Before Yan Jingbai could react, someone pulled his arm suddenly, and a tall and straight black shadow blocked him.

The sharp arrows were whistling, making a sharp sound of piercing through the air, and Fang Ying looked at the red-clothed spear, with a heroic posture and a chilling handsome face.

The silver-white long spear danced airtightly, picking up the arrows and falling to the ground one by one, cold-blooded tightly protecting Yan Jingbai, pointing the long sword obliquely, and staring coldly at the black-clothed assassins who were leaping forward one after another.

Fang Yingkan and Leng Xue didn't know each other, and they only met each other a few times because the other party was behind the emperor, but now they have a tacit understanding, one in front and one behind, guarding Yan Jingbai tightly.

Fang Yingkan didn't care about the emperor's life or death, but he couldn't have an accident under his own protection!

The sharp blade pierced the enemy's throat, and blood sprayed out, staining the green grass and trees red.

Yan Jingbai's face was pale, he moved his steps carefully following their fight, trying not to let himself be a drag on others.

Clenched into fists with wet palms, he tried hard to maintain his composure, and said, "This place is not far from the camp, so it's impossible not to notice such a big movement, just delay for a moment."

He said this not only to Leng Xue and Fang Yingkan, but also to those assassins, with the purpose of scaring them away. Unfortunately, he is doomed to fail when he speculates on the psychology of ancient dead men from the perspective of modern people of.

Not only did those people not leave, but the offensive became more and more violent.

Yan Jingbai reacted almost immediately and made a bad move by himself.

The martial arts of the assassins are not weak at all, and now they are trying their best. Almost all moves are all at the same time. It is quite difficult for masters like Fang Yingkan and Leng Xue to deal with them.

A ray of light flashed in the green eyes, and he frowned coldly. These people are very familiar with the martial arts!

The cold-blooded sword is a fast sword, ruthless and decisive, neither giving others a retreat nor giving himself a retreat, and he will always pierce the opponent's chest first before the enemy kills him.But now, this unparalleled fast sword has concerns about the people behind it. Once there is concern for his sword, it will definitely slow down, and the result of slowing down will only be death!

He didn't die, because although the opponent's martial arts were strong, he was still a bit inferior to him, and he dodged fast enough, but even so, there was still a long bloodstain on his waist and abdomen.

With a cold-blooded face and a stern face, there was a fierce look between his brows, and he slashed backhanded with the long sword in his palm, cutting off half of the opponent's head in one fell swoop, and the steaming brains scattered all over the floor.

Yan Jingbai's stomach was churning, until the imperial army arrived and captured all the black-clothed assassins who failed to escape, he supported the tree trunk and vomited wildly.

Fu Quan'er, who came in a hurry, was full of anxiety. While patting his back, he instructed the people below to quickly prepare tea and handkerchiefs and call the imperial doctor.

Fang Ying looked at Yan Jingbai's distressed state, narrowed his eyes slightly and wiped off the blood stained on his cheeks, then apologized and cleaned up the mess.

Cold-blooded and froze, still holding the bloody sword in his hand, with a rare panic in his green eyes, he looked helplessly at Yan Jingbai who was surrounded by a group of people.

So, when Yan Jingbai finally regained his composure, he raised his eyes and met a pair of dark green eyes through the crowd.

His pale lips curled up slightly, and he beckoned to the young man, beckoning him to come over.

Cold-blooded hesitated for a moment, but moved over step by step.

His focused eyes paused slightly on the long sword that was still dripping with blood, and then quickly put it aside. Although it was only a moment, the sensitive young man noticed it immediately.He pursed his lips, and hid the sword in his hand behind his back as if covering his ears and stealing the bell.

Yan Jingbai was a little amused, and stretched out his hand towards his waist, wanting to check his injury, but stopped before his fingertips touched him, he was a little worried that his ignorance would hurt him.

In the end, Yan Jingbai held Leng Xue's hand and asked the imperial doctor who was waiting to heal his wounds.

Although the wound was long, it was not deep. Leng Xue had suffered countless times more serious injuries than this one due to his many years of experience in the world. But at that time, he carried it all by himself silently. Now, he looked at Yan Jingbai with no expression on his face. Concealing her worries, her green eyes slightly opened, like lake water under the moonlight.