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

The inside of the house is extremely spacious, completely different from the rooms of other people who are locked up in the rivers and lakes.

There were twelve armored guards standing neatly in the room, and the face of the man sitting in the middle was even more familiar.

"Young Master Yun, Mr. Yan, we meet again."

Yang Ze looked at them with a half-smile, as if looking at two corpses.

The hearts of the two sank, and they both wanted to jump out of the window.It's a pity that only a loud bang was heard, and the window was actually made of iron.

This is simply a prison tailored for them.

The smile on Yang Ze's face was even bigger. He looked at Yuan Feizui and sighed leisurely: "It's all because of Yang's poor eyesight. I didn't recognize the famous Yun Shaoxia as the Second Prince for so long."

Yan Mingxiu's face changed slightly, he didn't expect that the other party already knew Yuan Feizui's identity.

In other words, knowing his identity is still the same, he must have thought of burying the two of them here.

As if guessing his thoughts, Yang Ze immediately smiled at Yan Mingxiu: "Don't worry, Mr. Yan, the Fourth Prince loves and respects you, and will definitely not let you suffer any harm."

Yan Mingxiu sneered, and didn't want to talk too much with such humble people.Yuan Feizui clapped his hands and smiled: "Since everyone has confessed their identities, it will be much easier to handle."

Before the laughter stopped, two swords attacked Yang Ze.

Yuan Feizui and Yan Mingxiu used to compete with each other, but now they work together seamlessly, just like one person!

Yang Ze sneered, and the twelve soldiers in front of him lined up neatly, forming some kind of formation.

They are all wearing cold armor, like iron men, but their eyes are like torches, and they can see through the flaws of the two swords at a glance.They only heard a low shout, and the long spear stabbed out, hitting the sword light.

The two slipped their feet and separated.The armored soldiers immediately changed their formation, with six people in each team, separating Yuan Feizui and Yan Mingxiu.

Yan Mingxiu was not panicked, the Zilong sword stabbed out silently, and collided with the spears of the six men. Although the force made his arms numb, at this moment, the internal force surged out along the meridians, and instantly Going back against the soldiers along the long spear is just the way to use strength to fight.

The six people thought that Yan Mingxiu had been stabbed by the spear, but after a closer look, it turned out that it was one of their own who hit their own.

He couldn't help being startled secretly, knowing that he was no match for this young man, he immediately retracted his gun and backed away.

Looking at Yuan Feizui's side, he knocked all six of them down without any effort, and he didn't know whether those people were alive or dead.

Such a result was expected by Yang Ze, and he applauded lightly: "You two are really young talents, this guard like an iron barrel can't do anything to you."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a sudden gust of wind in the room, and the sword light rushed towards Yuan Feizui like a net!

Swords roared all around, Yan Mingxiu wanted to rescue him, but Yuan Feizui stood still, he didn't even draw out his sword, he just drew out a sword from its scabbard.

Tao produces one, one produces two, two produces three, and three produces all things.

In this sword, it seems that there are infinite changes.

One sword breaks all methods!

The sword in Yang Ze's hand broke instantly, and he himself couldn't stand still, he staggered back a few steps, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Yuan Feizui looked at him coldly, in fact, he did not completely dodge Yang Ze's sword just now, and now his chest is also surging with energy and blood, but there is a strong enemy in front, and he must not show any flaws.

While everyone in the house was entangled, through the thick iron windows, the sound of uniform footsteps outside could still be heard.

Yang Ze laughed complacently: "Second prince, I advise you to catch him without a fight. In this way, for the sake of our old relationship, I can still say a few words for you in front of the fourth prince and leave a dead body. "

Amidst his insolent laughter, the iron door slowly opened, and the glaring light made Yan Mingxiu couldn't help squinting his eyes.

There were so many people standing outside that the entire Yangliu Villa was packed to the brim.The leader was the man with the same face as him, Yuan Feikong.

"Second brother, long time see."

Yuan Fei stared at him drunk for a while, but didn't speak.

Yuan Feikong, who had the winning ticket in his hands, was also not in a hurry. He glanced at Yan Mingxiu with a greedy look in his eyes: "Second brother, you and I are brothers, but it's a pity that we were born in the emperor's family. I will definitely go to the emperor's house next year today." Worship on your grave."

Yuan Feizui still ignored him, but turned to look at the people around him.When he looked at Yan Mingxiu, he couldn't help but be gentle: "Are you afraid?"

Yan Mingxiu held the sword in his hand, but also laughed: "Why should a man be afraid of life and death!"

The two looked at each other, as if this was not a battlefield of swords and swords, but a new house under the sun.

Their demeanor angered Yuan Feikong, who shouted loudly, and countless soldiers rushed over like a stream of water.

The figures of Yuan Feizui and Yan Mingxiu were like white cranes, they bent over and rushed out of the house hand in hand, tapped their toes lightly, they broke through the siege in an instant, leaping to the top of the villa.

The wind blew up the robes of the two, and the cold light on the tip of the sword was faintly visible.Both of them were dressed in white robes, looking from a distance, they looked like white cranes among the pines, and they were as noble as banished immortals.

Yuan Feikong was furious, and immediately ordered the ladder to go up to the house and capture the two men.

Yuan Feizui smiled slightly, and looked far into the distance, where there was another puff of smoke quietly rising.

"Here we come." He said softly.

Before the soldiers entered the house, someone rushed to report: "My lord! There is another group of people from outside the villa, I don't know who it is!"

Yuan Feikong's complexion changed drastically. If Yuan Fei was allowed to come back drunk today and let his father know about his private raising of soldiers, wouldn't it be...

He was in a hurry, and asked repeatedly: "Uncle Yang, I... what should I do?"

Yang Ze stared at Yuan Feizui, and said fiercely: "We must kill Yuan Feizui before they arrive. Otherwise... we will all die!"

As soon as the voice fell, the soldiers roared, as if turning into an invisible murderous aura, rushing towards the two of them like a tide.

I don't know how many enemies have been repelled, and I don't know how long it has been. Yan Mingxiu's last memory before exhaustion is the still warm palm of the person beside him.

"My lord, my subordinate came late to rescue me, so please forgive me."

Yuan Fei was so drunk that he couldn't utter a single word, the only force that kept him awake was Yan Mingxiu who had passed out in his arms.

On the carriage, Yang Xi looked at the two of them distressedly, and couldn't help but utter dissuasion: "My lord, let's rest first."

Yuan Feizui did not speak, but still quietly looked at the young man beside him. He finally relaxed after confirming that he and Yan Mingxiu had been sent to a safe place.