Quick Transmigration: Don't be the hero of the show

Although today's martial arts conference was exciting, Yan Mingxiu was not interested in it anymore, and besides, he was injured yesterday, and the deputy head will definitely not allow him to fight today, so he can only look at the swords, lights and swords on the stage with itchy hands.

Yun Mie still sat beside Yang Ze unshakably, besides him, the owner of Villa Yang was surrounded by well-known sect leaders, no matter how bad he was, he was also an elder Dharma protector.

Yan Mingxiu was thoughtful, it seemed that Yang Ze really wanted to win Yun Mie over.It's just... why is he?

Yangliu Villa has a high reputation in Jianghu, but its strength is mediocre.Since the former martial arts leader passed away, the Yang family has not cultivated any outstanding disciples.Then what is the purpose of Yang Ze's hard planning, hooking up bridges and setting up lines?

Yan Mingxiu couldn't figure it out for a while, and just as he was thinking, there was a sudden noise of gongs and drums outside, and he didn't know who came.

Everyone looked from a distance, and saw a group of soldiers in armor walking slowly, surrounded by a young man in brocade clothes and jade robes.

Just as he was surprised, he saw that Yang Ze stood up, cupped his hands and bowed to the young man, respectfully said: "I have seen the Fourth Prince."

Seeing that this person is the most beloved son of the Holy Majesty today, even though the people in the world are not convinced by the court, they can't help bowing their knees to salute at this moment, but the momentum is lacking, and the sound is uneven and extremely harsh.

Yuan Feikong snorted coldly, but put on the posture of a host: "You don't need to care about me, please continue."

Original non-empty? !How did he come here?Yan Mingxiu's mind changed sharply, many things that he didn't understand were all entangled together, but they all converged into one answer!

He made a sound in surprise, which naturally attracted the attention of Yue Han beside him.The latter looked at him meaningfully, and asked again: "What's the matter? Mingxiu has seen this fourth prince?"

Not only did I see it, but I almost killed him.

Of course Yan Mingxiu couldn't say such words, he just shook his head slightly and said: "No, I just met him once in the palace."

Although Yuan Feikong's visit caused a lot of shock, everyone didn't take him seriously. Only Yang Ze, as the owner of the villa, still wanted to give face to the court, so he approached Yuan Feikong and chatted with Yuan Feikong kindly.

"If the prince is fine, I will take my leave first."

"Wait..." Yuan Feikong waved his fan slowly, pretending to be elegant, and said slowly: "I heard that Xiaoyao Jiange is also here to participate in this martial arts conference?"

Yang Ze's heart trembled, and he said respectfully: "It is true."

"That Mr. Yan Mingxiuyan, did you come?"

With so many people present, why did Yuan Feikong ask him? Could it be that he also had other thoughts about Yan Mingxiu?

Yang Ze thought of the incident with his brother Yang Xi yesterday, and couldn't help feeling more disgusted towards Yan Mingxiu.Although this person is a man, he is more like a disaster than a vixen.

"Naturally there is."

"That's good." Yuan Feikong couldn't help showing a somewhat smug expression. This time, the damned Yuan Feizui was not here, and he had already prepared himself for it. Wouldn't it be easy to catch a mere Yan Mingxiu?

There is no moon or star tonight, only the night wind that makes people feel cold all over.

Several acquainted sects of the Northern Martial Arts hosted a banquet together, and Xiaoyao Jiange was also among them, so Yan Mingxiu couldn't help being fed some wine.

Yue Han was rejected by him just now, and he wasn't in a good mood, as if trying to drink away his worries.

Yan Mingxiu couldn't persuade him, and he didn't want to wake up tomorrow with a headache, so he found an excuse to go back to his room early to rest.

After entering the house, I saw that the inner room had been lit with candles, and it seemed that someone was reading a book under the lamp.

That person was the same as Yuan Feizui, he subconsciously lifted the curtain to go in, but saw that the person was not Yuan Feizui at all under the candlelight.

Yan Mingxiu subconsciously wanted to draw his sword, but the curtain moved lightly, and two guards in black appeared behind him at some point, staring at him coldly.

Seeing him returning to his room, Yuan Feikong even stood up with a happy face: "Mingxiu, it's been a long time."

Yan Mingxiu said coldly: "My lord broke into the next room so rashly, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to do this."

Yuan Feikong stared at his face, only felt that the man in front of him had changed slightly from his memory, it seemed... It seemed that the corners of his eyes and brows were a little more inexplicable than before.

Swallowing his saliva, he smiled apologetically, "It's true that I was rude. In order to make amends, I specially brought a few books to Mingxiu."

Yan Mingxiu looked at the table, and saw those books with dark covers and simple styles, and he didn't know what they were.

"Mingxiu, why don't you come over and take a look together?"

There were two black-clothed guards visible to the naked eye, and there seemed to be more lurking in the darkness. Yan Mingxiu sneered in his heart, but also wanted to see which song Yuan Feikong was singing this time, so he simply sat down on the chair.

Yuan Feikong looked at him obsessively, with an indescribably wretched look on his face.

Yan Mingxiu just turned to the first page, and his expression turned a little ugly.

It turned out that it was not a book, but a picture book, and the content in it was a bit unsightly.

That alone is enough, the brushwork in the painting is extraordinarily detailed and lifelike, vividly depicting the action of the scene, vividly on the paper.

Yan Mingxiu held back his anger, threw the book away, and said coldly: "My lord, please respect yourself!"

Yuan Feikong's originally handsome face was a bit grim: "You and the second brother have tried it anyway, and you are not a chaste and strong woman, so why not try it with me?"

Yan Mingxiu said angrily, "Shut up, you shameless thief!"

Yuan Feikong didn't put on any pretense at all, and there was a kind of wretched light in his eyes: "Mingxiu, Mingxiu, I just like the way you desperately refuse to give in. Now you are surrounded by my people, and you can't shout out your throat." No one will hear it, why not obediently obey this king."

Yan Mingxiu laughed back angrily: "The last time I spared your life, today you are looking for your own death, and you can't blame me."

Seeing that Yuan Feikong was under attack, the two black-clothed guards were about to make a move when they suddenly felt a murderous intent emerge from behind.

The two of them felt their hearts sank, like a huge stone weighing ten thousand catties on their hearts, they couldn't move!

"My lord, there are enemies!" There was an exclamation from the grass outside the house, and immediately fell into a dead silence.

The two people in the room are his close bodyguards, they have been with him for many years and they are very loyal, at the moment they feel bad, they shouted loudly: "My lord, go!"

However, it was too late.

A figure in black, like a ghost, floated in from the window lightly, with a figure like a sword, and struck straight at the guards.

These two people can also be regarded as first-class masters in the martial arts. Although they were frightened by the killing intent just now, they recovered quickly now.

They understood that the person in front of them was a rare master in decades, and at a critical moment, they spared no effort, combined [-]% of their internal energy into one palm, and slammed straight at the person coming.

Yan Mingxiu originally wanted to take Yuan Feikong as a hostage, but who would have thought that the seemingly frivolous Fourth Prince was not bad at martial arts, and for a while, he couldn't help him.

The combined force of the two guards is extraordinary, even the famous master who is here to participate in the martial arts conference, he dare not trust himself to receive this palm, not to mention that the man in black is completely defenseless and focused on attacking. If I can't compare with these two people, I'm afraid they will die suddenly on the spot.