Hearing this sound, Yang Xu breathed a sigh of relief and almost collapsed on the ground.

Yang Hongyu, Yang Fugui and Yang Dazhi looked at each other and saw indescribable joy in each other's eyes.

The old voice was still far away at the last moment, and the next moment it appeared in the sight of everyone on the scene.

Yan San looked at the sloppy old man walking out of the night, his eyes slightly froze and he was surprised and suspicious.

When the sloppy old man walked closer, his eyes fell on a wine gourd hanging around his waist, and suddenly he thought of a name that had become famous all over the world decades ago.

"You... are you a Drunk Immortal?"

Yan San exclaimed in shock, his face showing horror.

The sloppy old man is the oldest grandfather of Yangjiazhai who has the longest generation and the strongest strength.

The great-grandfather looked at Yan San's surprised look and said with a smile: "You are talking nonsense. Where did the immortals come from in this world?"

Yan San is already fifty years old and is called "baby" by his great-grandfather, but there is no anger on his face.

He looked at the great-grandfather who was getting closer and closer, and became more sure that he was the legendary Drunken Immortal with the reputation of his master.

Thinking of the drunk immortal saying "I dare to kill the people in our village", Yan San's cold sweat suddenly flowed out, and his legs trembled slightly.

He never expected that the person the King of Jin asked him to kill was actually related to the Drunken Immortal.

If he knew in advance that the person who was going to kill was the Drunken Immortal, he would not dare to take over this matter with his courage.

Although he is a rare master in the world, the Drunken Immortal just now has shown strength far beyond him.

When he faces the Drunken Immortal, he is like a first-class master facing a strong master, and he has no chance of winning.

The great-grandfather walked to Yang Hongyu, Yang Fugui and Yang Dazhi. Seeing the injuries on their bodies, his face turned slightly cold, and he said to Yan San: "Are you injured?"

Yan San was startled and hurriedly said, "Senior, misunderstanding! These are all misunderstandings!"

The great-grandfather sighed, looked down at his palm, "My hands have not been killed for many years..."

Yan San made a "punch" sound and knelt down to his great-grandfather and begged: "Senior, I don't know that they are yours, otherwise how dare I hurt them? I hope that for the sake of the teacher at home, I will spare my life!"

Seeing this, Yang Xu was shocked by the great-grandfather's reputation and despised Yan San for bullying the weak and fearing the strong. He couldn't help but say, "If the great-grandfather is one step late, my life will be broken in your hands. Have you ever thought about merging my life just now?"

Yan San lowered his head and was speechless.

The great-grandfather looked at Yang Xu and saw that he was safe. He said to Yan San: "Yang Xu is the most important person in my village. If you really kill him, you will have ten lives at this moment! Although I have a relationship with your master, you have hurt the people in my village and have the intention to kill people. You can avoid the death penalty, but it is hard to spare the life penalty!"

"senior……"

Yan San wanted to beg for mercy, but was interrupted by his great-grandfather's wave.

"You choose the same fate as your arm!"

The great-grandfather said mercilessly.

Yan San's body trembled, looking at the cold eyes of his great-grandfather, and knew that no matter how much he begged for mercy, he had to laugh bitterly, stood up, took the black sword, gritted his teeth, and slashed his backhand.

The flashing point of his dark arm broke from his elbow.

His right hand was like lightning, sealing several acupoints on the broken arm, stopping the blood flow, and swallowing another pill for healing. He bowed to his grandfather as a tribute, turned around and strode away.

He cut his arm himself. Although he would not fall into the martial arts realm, it would eventually have some impact on his combat power. In the future, he would probably find it difficult to compete with them if he encountered strong people of the same level.

Although he hated his great-grandfather, who was named "Drunk Immortal", he knew that even his master would be inferior to this Drunk Immortal. Therefore, when he was injured this time, his master probably would not stand up for him and could only admit his bad luck.

"Why do you want to kill Yang Xu?"

The great-grandfather looked at Yan San's back and suddenly asked.

Yan San paused, and did not look back, saying, "Be entrusted by someone."

"who?"

"King of Jin."

Yan San knew that if he didn't tell the Lord behind him today, his life would definitely be given here, so he betrayed the King of Jin without hesitation, and then said: "The men in black before had nothing to do with the King of Jin, and were the dead soldiers under the prince."

Yan San was preparing to leave the imperial capital tonight and flee far away, not afraid of offending the King of Jin, so he also offered the crown prince.

He knew that with the ability of the Drunken Immortal, he should be able to find out the identities of the dead soldiers soon. He said it now, which was equivalent to selling a favor.

"King Jin...King Qin...I know, you go."

Grandpa waved his hand.

Yan San continued to move forward and soon his figure sank into the distant night.

"call……"

Watching Yan San walk away, Yang Xu, Yang Fugui and Yang Xu, sitting on the ground with no image, gasping for breath.

Even Yang Hongyu shook her body for a while before she could barely stand firm.

When Yan San was about to kill, not only Yang Xu, but also Yang Hongyu and the other two were under tremendous pressure.

As soon as Yan San left, they felt that the pressure on their bodies suddenly disappeared.

As the night wind blew, Yang Xu's body was so cold, and his clothes were soaked.

"The prince's dead soldier, the master-level powerful man of the King of Jin... Haha, they all want to kill me, was it just because I defected to the King of Qin? When did my mere white clothes make them so afraid?"

Yang Xu sat on the ground, looking at the corpses of the men in black not far away, his eyes gradually became cold.

He defected to the King of Qin and knew that he would offend the prince, but he did not expect that even King of Jin wanted to kill him, and in order to kill him, he also sent a powerful master to attack.

No wonder, compared to the prince, the King of Qin is more afraid of his second brother. It seems that the good reputation that King of Jin has always created is just a manifestation of pretending.

Tonight's incident made Yang Xu see the essence of King Jin and think that this prince is like a poisonous snake. He usually doesn't move, but once he attacks, it will be fatal.

If it weren't for the great-grandfather, Yang Xu would have turned into a cold corpse at this moment.

The great-grandfather said, "The words of Yan San should be trustworthy. But it is not ruled out that he is plaguing others. I will check it overnight and I will give you an accurate news tomorrow. You four, go back to the manor first."

As the great-grandfather said, his figure shaking for a while, Yang Xu and others felt a flash in front of him, and the great-grandfather was gone.

"It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's go!"

Yang Xu stood up, patted the dust on his butt, and walked towards the Yang Manor first.

After the battle tonight, he was exhausted and exhausted. He wanted to return to his house in the manor immediately, get into the bed, and sleep with his head covered.
Chapter completed!