Yin Ji was trembling with anger, drew his sword in his hand, pointed it at Yin Jiang, and cursed bitterly: "Okay, Yin Jiang, you beast in human skin! It turns out that you have been coveting my position as the heir apparent.

!I admit that your acting skills are very good. You have deceived everyone in the palace, you have deceived your father, you have deceived my mother, you have deceived me! I always thought you were a waste, but I never expected that you

It’s really rare to have such great ambition!”

Yin Jiang opened the folding fan, shook it a few times, and said coldly: "Humph, if I hadn't had the skill to hide my strength and bide my time, I would have died in the hands of you and my son! No one can stop me from taking revenge today, not even you Yin Ji!

It's a pity that your mother is already dead. I have no choice but to dig her grave and whip her corpse to relieve my hatred! And you are the biggest stumbling block in my way to become the heir, so you must die! As for that

You old fool, he must die too, but Tang Jiusheng has advised me, I can't kill him!"

Yin Ji's eyes were about to burst, "Yin Jiang! You beast, do you still want to kill your father and brother?"

Yin Jiang made a sound and said disdainfully: "Don't take yourself too seriously. If you want to die, then die happily! I have made it very clear that I will not kill my father, but killing my brother can be considered! Anyway, we are not the same.

Born of a mother, your mother was the murderer of my mother, and you blocked my way to become the heir, so you have to die! If you die, the old guy will definitely not be able to live long if he is too frightened.

I am King Jiangdong, do you understand?"

Yin Ji couldn't bear it anymore and ran towards Yin Jiang. He raised his sword high and shouted: "Yin Jiang, I'm going to kill you!"

Yin Jiang was so frightened that he threw away his folding fan, turned around and ran, circling the carriage. As he ran, he shouted at the old coachman: "Shout, grandpa, but you agreed in front of the Imperial Master."

You came down to protect me! Now Yin Ji wants to kill me, do you care? Help me!"

Everyone present was dumbfounded. Just now, Yin Jiang was so angry that he wanted to kill Yin Ji. Why did he give up in the blink of an eye? Isn't this change in style too big? The old coachman sat on the shaft with a roar and shook his head.

He shook his head and said to himself: "This naughty kid is too cowardly! He chases you with a broken sword, why can't you kill him? Look at the way he holds the sword, oh,

At first glance, he looks like a noob, he can poke things over with just a finger!"

Yin Jiang ran while dodging Yin Ji's chops, and shouted with a grimace: "Hey, my old grandpa, he is a rookie in your eyes, but not in my eyes! You old man has great martial arts skills.

I'm worse than a novice! You said he wanted to chop me to death, who would accompany you to drink? Really? Look at the three jars of well spring I brought, and you drank them all yourself.

Am I not interesting enough?"

Seeing how pitiful he was in begging, Yiyang laughed and said: "Okay, okay, just for the sake of your three jars of wells, I will save you this time, but we have agreed, you let

I can kill him, but I don’t care about his men. Send them away yourself! Oh, there are at least two second-grade men, three third-grade men, and five fourth-grade men. They are all masters who are difficult to deal with. In the forest,

I also hid a first-grade one, but it scared me to death!"

Although he shouted something like "It scared me to death," there was no sign of fear on his face. Instead, he looked ferocious, as if he wanted to eat someone. Hong Mingchong on the side was scared in his heart, but he was also extremely conflicted.

, after all, they were the guards who followed the prince. If anything happened to the prince in their hands, the prince would never spare them when he returned. He didn't want to die, and as long as he followed the prince, he would have a bright future. He came to Jiangdong

It has been three years in the palace. Aren't you just fighting for money and future?

The old coachman sitting on the shaft roared and suddenly took out the tobacco bag in his hand and poked Yin Ji's leg. Half of Yin Ji's body went numb, and he fell to the ground with a thud, and the sword in his hand flew out.

Yin Ji shouted in fear: "Hong Mingchong, He Xichuan, help us quickly, help us quickly! This old man is really taking action!"

He simply gave it all! Hong Mingchong gritted his teeth and looked back at He Xichuan, "Brother, we can't hide today. Let's go shoulder to shoulder with whoever you love!" Hong Mingchong drew his sword and rushed towards him with a roar, his expression solemn and solemn, as if he was about to rush in the next moment.

Just like the guillotine, although He Xichuan had heard of the reputation of Yiyihou, it was many years ago after all. Now there is no legend about this person in the world, so what else is there to fear?

He Xichuan also drew his sword and rushed forward. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, attacked the old man from both sides.

The coachman roared. The old coachman raised the dry pipe in his right hand and gently held the steel knife that Hong Mingchong had viciously chopped off. He raised his riding whip with his left hand and whipped He Xichuan on the waist. He immediately knocked He Xichuan to the ground.

Xichuan only felt a sharp pain in his waist, as if he had been hit by a big stone. He Xichuan, who was in the second-level martial arts realm, could no longer bear the pain and let out a heart-rending cry: "Ah!" The steel knife came out of his hand.

, fell to the ground.

Yin Ji was almost scared to death. In his eyes, He Xichuan was a real master. The He family's sword skills were famous. He Xichuan had been immersed in swords for another twenty years. After twenty years of hard work, how could he be an ordinary person?

Comparable? But he couldn't withstand the old coachman's whip? No wonder he poked himself casually and couldn't get up. Yin Ji's eyes were full of fear, as if he had seen a ghost.

Hong Mingchong, who was in the third level of martial arts, could no longer drop the knife in his hand. He watched helplessly as He Xichuan, who was more skilled than him, was knocked to the ground so casually. Hong Mingchong was like Sanfuli, who was suddenly hit by a bucket of cold water.

The blow hit his head, and the chill penetrated to his bones. Hong Mingchong held the knife and was in a daze. He roared, probably because he was impatient, and casually poked Hong Mingchong's ribs with his pipe. Hong Mingchong was knocked to the ground.

He roared and frowned and said: "Your prince is too stingy, isn't he? He feeds you tofu every day and doesn't give you meat and bone soup? Look at how soft you are, you are all fucking softies!"

I'm so fucking pissed off. This world is getting worse every year, and each generation is worse than the next. With your methods, you still have the nerve to be a guard for the palace. If you meet a real master, you'll have to give up in a few rounds.

He was beaten to death! Guard, who are you protecting? You can’t even save your own life! You are vulnerable, you are vulnerable!”

He was roaring angrily when suddenly someone shouted, "Hong Benlei, don't rely on your old age to show off. If you have the ability, don't bully these young people. Let me fight you!" A man with white hair floated out of the woods.

The hair-haired old man was like a ghost. He came a few feet in front of the old coachman's roar and patted him twice. Hong Mingchong and He Xichuan, who had fallen to the ground, immediately felt relaxed, and the places that were hurt by the roar no longer hurt.

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Chapter completed!