Young White Horse: Legend of Beili: Jianghu Inn

Jingyu Palace.

Lei Mengsha walked into the hall with a serious face.

Seeing this, Xiao Ruofeng asked, "What's the matter?"

Knowing that Jiang Chen had been to Lei's house, he called Lei Mengsha and asked about Jiang Chen's visit to Tianqi City.

"Third Prince!"

Lei Mengsha bowed to King Jingyu, and then said to Xiao Ruofeng, "Ye Dingzhi broke through the first guard, and hundreds of disciples of Yingzong were not his opponents."

King Jingyu frowned and asked hurriedly, "How is Ye Dingzhi's injury?"

Lei Mengsha shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Ye Dingzhi is unharmed!"

"What?"

King Jingyu grabbed the chair hard, and his eyes showed a trace of shock.

"Royal brother, this is just the first guard."

Xiao Ruofeng comforted him, and a trace of helplessness surged in his heart. Ye Dingzhi really became stronger again.

He felt that the time had come, so he came.

Lei Mengsha glanced at Xiao Ruofeng, hesitating to speak, but finally did not speak.

Xiao Ruofeng sighed softly, turned his head and looked at King Jingyu, "Royal brother, Senior Brother Lei and I will go out for a while."

King Jingyu nodded.

Xiao Ruofeng stood up and left the hall with Lei Mengsha.

King Jingyu looked at the backs of the two people leaving, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and shouted.

"Ye Dingzhi!"

The backyard of the palace.

King Jingyu did not put Yi Wenjun under house arrest, and it was still the same as usual.

Yi Wenjun sat in the courtyard, eating the cakes brought by the maid.

The maid stood with her hands down, her eyes looking outside the palace from time to time.

Yi Wenjun narrowed his eyes and asked softly, "Xiaohuan, what happened to you today?"

The maid Xiaohuan trembled and said quickly, "Miss, I'm fine."

Yi Wenjun turned slowly and looked at Xiaohuan, "I can feel a little uneasiness and fear in you."

"Tell me, what happened in the palace?"

Xiaohuan and Yi Wenjun looked at each other, hurriedly lowered their heads, and said calmly, "Miss, everything is fine in the palace."

"Hehe."

Yi Wenjun chuckled, "After entering the palace, Xiaohuan, you have been with me for a long time, I still know you."

Xiaohuan suddenly knelt on her knees, with a hint of crying: "Miss, please forgive me, I don't know anything."

"Alas, you can leave."

Yi Wenjun looked at her for a few seconds, sighed softly, and then waved his hand.

"Thank you, Miss!"

Xiaohuan felt relieved, bent down and slowly left with her head down.

Yi Wenjun looked outside the palace, her eyes flickered, and suddenly she stood up and walked towards the courtyard wall.

Just then.

A figure landed in front of her.

"Father."

Yi Wenjun saw the person coming, stopped, and shouted calmly.

"Go back!" Yi Bu said coldly.

"Did something happen outside?" Yi Wenjun bit her red lips and asked.

Yi Bu was surprisingly silent after hearing this.

Seeing this, Yi Wenjun's eyes flashed with a gleam, and her breathing was slightly hurried.

Her father, who had always been strict, was so silent, something really happened outside.

And it should be related to Jingyu Palace!

She thought of Senior Brother Luo, could it be this matter?

Could it be that Senior Brother Luo invited Young Master Jiang?

Yi Wenjun guessed secretly in her heart, and the light in her eyes gradually lit up, and then slowly dissipated.

No!

If it was true as Senior Brother Luo said, he was a disciple of Jianghu Inn and invited Master Jiang, everything should go smoothly.

Senior Brother Luo should be eager to come to her at this moment.

But Senior Brother Luo did not show up, and his father was so abnormal.

At this moment, Yi Wenjun was a little confused, but she could feel a murderous aura gathering over the palace.

So she gently called out, "Father!"

Yi Bu came back to his senses, looked at Yi Wenjun with a complicated expression, his mind kept turning, and finally spoke slowly.

"Jun'er, I think you have noticed something,"

Yi Wenjun nodded, looking forward to the next words.

Yi Bu suddenly looked around and took a deep breath.

"Ye Dingzhi has come to Tianqi City!"

Entering the intersection of Changyu Street.

Teams of black guards with murderous auras are stationed here.

"Stop!"

Lü Liang, the deputy commander of the Imperial Guard, shouted. He was wearing black armor, holding a blood-red spear, and riding a wind-chasing horse.

Ye Dingzhi and Luo Qingyang stopped.

Ye Dingzhi shrugged, a hint of evil appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he slowly raised his feet.

"Brother Ye, let me do it this time."

Luo Qingyang's breath shook and he walked forward.

Ye Dingzhi paused and looked at Luo Qingyang in surprise, "Brother Luo, can you do it?"

"A man can't say no!"

Luo Qingyang's green robe fluttered, he jumped up and rushed towards the Imperial Guard.

"Shoot!"

Lü Liang's spearWith one finger, he shouted angrily.

"Swish, swish, swish--"

Countless arrows pierced the air and whistled towards Luo Qingyang.

A green, crystal-clear bamboo appeared in Luo Qingyang's hand.

"Spiritual Bamboo Stick Technique: Hunyuan Wuji!"

Luo Qingyang turned his hands, and the spiritual bamboo stick rotated at high speed, forming a circular airflow.

Countless arrows shot at the airflow and disappeared one after another.

Luo Qingyang walked forward step by step under the rain of arrows.

Lu Liang's pupils shrank, and he looked at this scene in shock.

A whirlwind top?

He quickly raised his hand, stopped shooting arrows, and then shouted:

"Charge!"

The ground trembled slightly, and hundreds of guards holding long spears and riding fierce horses charged away.

Luo Qingyang used the spiritual bamboo stick in his hand to support the ground, and his body instantly flew away with the force.

"Bang, bang, bang--"

A series of muffled sounds rang out.

Luo Qingyang flexibly spun and jumped among the guards. Every time he swung the bamboo stick, a guard fell off his horse.

The guards could not touch Luo Qingyang's body.

In a moment.

More than 20 guards fell to the ground and wailed.

Seeing this, Lu Liang waved his spear and said, "Encircle him!"

Hundreds of guards behind him stepped forward and rushed up in unison, surrounding Luo Qingyang.

Luo Qingyang also saw it from the corner of his eye. He was not panicked at all, and kept waving the bamboo stick in his hand.

Intercepting the spear attacks from all directions.

Lu Liang came closer, but his eyes were on Ye Dingzhi.

Ye Dingzhi raised his eyebrows, waved his hand, and then looked at him with his hands folded on his chest.

Lu Liang's expression froze, and he was a little confused.

"Hah!"

Luo Qingyang swept down a guard cavalryman with a stick, jumped on his horse, and prepared to break out.

At this time, Lu Liang turned his horse's head, looked at the situation in the field, and shouted: "Cavalry retreat, soldiers form a formation!"

Immediately, the remaining dozens of guard cavalrymen retreated quickly, and the guard infantrymen stepped forward, with their long spears slanting in the air.

"Huh!"

Luo Qingyang pulled the horse rope and wanted to take the opportunity to follow the cavalry away, but he didn't expect the guards to cooperate so well.

He looked around, then turned over and got off the horse, patted the horse, and the fierce horse neighed and stepped forward.

The guards quickly opened a crack and closed it in an instant.

Luo Qingyang leaned on the ground with the spiritual bamboo stick in his hand, and smiled helplessly: "The cooperation is very good."

Lv Liang came closer, looked at Luo Qingyang, and said in a deep voice: "Put down your weapons, I can spare your life!"

Luo Qingyang smiled slightly and threw the spiritual bamboo stick in his hand.

Only a green light flashed.

The next second, Luo Qingyang held the Tianzhu Sword and swung it in midair.

A green sword light appeared.

Lü Liang secretly thought that something was wrong, and his blood was boiling. He shouted:

"Blood Spear Technique: Boundless Sea of ​​Blood!"

A blood-colored spear light met the green sword light.

"Bang!"

The invisible airflow swept in all directions, but was blocked by the surrounding guards.

Lü Liang took a few steps back, and his hand holding the spear trembled slightly.