Hurry!

The long river was rushing, and a wave hit the reefs on the shore, splashing a large amount of water on Ge Yuankai's face, and it was cold and cold.

Lost after chasing!

Or after chasing forty or fifty miles, when you get here, your breath is gone.

Ge Yuankai's face was gloomy, and he was chewing a name in his mouth: "Xiao Shiyilang."

When another wave hit, Ge Yuankai's figure had already floated away.

For more than ten miles upstream of the river, Pei Yuan stood on the beach, looking at the dim moonlight in the night, thinking about his current fighting methods.

The martial arts he possesses are enough to be fought at the fetal breath level, but when he reaches the level of the mysterious fetus, he is somewhat lacking.

Pei Yuan now has the mysterious fetus-level martial arts.

The Taixu Tianjin obtained by the gray fog world.

And the Yi Wood Staff Skill and the three styles of thunder.

The "Book of Great Yi Qi" also records three martial arts, which correspond to the three realms of Xuan Fei.

The "sad steps" that can be practiced in the realm of birth, the "four-side domineering seal" in the realm of image formation, and the "Tai Sui Divine Hand" in the realm of transformation!

Of course, I feel that the means are lacking, but Pei Yuan’s own thoughts. In fact, once his possession of several mysterious fetal techniques is exposed, it will inevitably attract the covetousness of many parties.

With four or five days left before the Sword Grade Meeting, Pei Yuan decided to take advantage of these days to practice "Sad Steps" and upgrade the seventy-two-style thunderbolt.

Thinking of this, Pei Yuan no longer wasted time. He shook his body and found a secret place and began to practice.

The next day.

With the sunshine shining, falling into the city of hundreds of soldiers, the whole city became alive again.

But compared to the past, there are a few more sorrows, and the soldiers patrolling the streets are walking around, maintaining stability on the market.

That's how it is done.

The court in this world does not have the ability to cover up the sky. There are several major powers in the world, let alone the Wenqiu Kingdom.

These city patrol soldiers can intimidate ordinary people, and many tourists from the world don’t take it seriously.

What happened in Yang's house last night had spread, and many people in the martial arts world were talking about it in restaurants, inns and tea shops.

"Tsk tsk! It is said that the scene is in terrible. The corpse of the prefect is gone. The head of the prefect Yang is blown up, and the flesh and blood are all over the ground."

"Xiao Shiyilang, what a Xiao Shiyilang! This is provoking the government!"

"You don't know yet? Prefect Yang himself is from Jin Tang Yang, and is the eldest son of the former head of the family..."

"Well? Since he is the eldest son, why did he come here to be the magistrate of the Yang family inappropriately?"

"Hehe! Of course, this is a dispute between wealthy families... But the prefect Yang is the brother of the current head of the Yang family. Even if the relationship is not harmonious, it is related to Jin Tang Yang's face. Moreover, if you don't look at monks and Buddha's face, the head of the hometown is still alive."

Some people also looked like they were not interested in the big deal and gloated, saying: "Anyway, Xiao Shiyilang is in big trouble this time."

"Does anyone know why Xiao Shiyilang killed Yang?"

"I know a little inside story. I heard that the prefect Yang is good at disguising himself. In fact, he colluded with Lian Yunko and used humans to refine elixirs. Xiao Shiyilang destroyed Lian Yunko first. After learning the inside story from the thieves, he rushed to Baili and killed the prefect's house."

"No way? The prefect Yang's voice is very good!"

...

People in the world only regard this matter as a topic of conversation, but the people in the city were sad and cursed Xiao Shiyilang during the conversation.

"The Xiao Shiyilang, who killed thousands of swords, deserves his father and mother to steal people, and even a good official like Yang Prefect."

"Beast! Something worse than pigs and dogs!"

"Pooh!"

The dirty words formed a whole, which made Ni Wenbin, Zhu Yanling and Zhou Chengyun on the street furious. Zhou Chengyun was the most impulsive, with an angry look on his face, and he grabbed a cursed old man with a white beard.

The white-bearded old man was shocked: "Young man, what are you trying to hold me?"

Zhou Chengyun snorted coldly: "I tell you, you have all been deceived by the man-faced and dog-hearted thing of the prefect Yang. He colluded with Lian Yunkou and harmed countless people..."

Before he could finish his words, the white-bearded old man seemed to have a sudden courage and angrily scolded: "Bastard, what nonsense do you say? Lord Yang died so miserably. Do you still dare to slander him? I have lived for seventy years and have seen more officials. Only Lord Yang is really good to the people. If you have the ability, kill me. Don't frame Lord Yang in front of me."

"You!" Zhou Chengyun's words were choked and glared at the white-bearded old man, who was not willing to be outdone and glared back at him.

"Forget it! Forget it!" Ni Wenbin pulled Zhou Chengyun away and sighed.

The white-bearded old man snorted, spitting his saliva on the ground with a "pah", leaving with great disdain.

"I'm so angry." Zhou Chengyun shouted.

Ni Wenbin was about to speak, his eyes turned and looked ahead. In the bustling crowd, a young man with a majestic weapon was extraordinary, as if he was a king inspecting his territory, slowly walking towards him.

His human figure is handsome, his eyes are like varnish, and he is full of spirit.

When he was approaching, the man suddenly stopped, glanced at the three of them, then fell on Ni Wenbin and said lightly: "Who am I? It turned out to be Ni Wenbin, Brother Ni, but you made up the news that Yang Yinghao and Lian Yunko colluded and harmed people, spreading them randomly. Should I give me an explanation?"

Yang Yinghao is the name of Yang Prefect.

Ni Wenbin looked solemn, protecting Zhou Chengyun and Zhu Yanling behind him, looking at the young man who was as handsome as a prince with fear, and said in a deep voice: "Is it a fabrication? Don't you, Yang He, still know?"

Yang He, the fifth son of Yang Yingjie, the current head of the Yang family in Jintang, is only twenty-five years old, but he is already the third child of the sub-book. His fetal breath is greatly improved, and he is only one step away from the realm of the mysterious fetus.

"What should I know?" Yang He carried his hands on his back, calmly said, "I only know that you three of you ruined my Yang family's reputation, and you must give an explanation."

He glanced at the three of them with calm eyes, stretched out his hand to lie, passed Zhou Chengyun and Zhu Yanling one by one, and finally pointed at Ni Wenbin: "Let's take action, as long as you three can last ten breaths under my hands, I will let you go! Otherwise, you can only let your elders come and lead people. By the way, I want to ask them how they teach you etiquette and nonsense."

Ni Wenbin took a deep breath and held the hilt of the sword in his back hand: "Ni is also about to ask Brother Yang for advice."

As the eleventh sub-list, Ni Wenbin is also famous, and Yang He is even more extraordinary. The two competed against each other on the streets, which instantly attracted the attention of many tourists from all over the world and gathered up to watch.

Knock!

Ni Wenbin drew his sword in his hand and stabbed it out with a "swish". The sword light was like a dragon, with its teeth and claws spreading, and its roaring in the air.

The boiling energy is contained between the sword's edge, and it is unstable, which also makes the tourists watching the battle around them solemnly look, and they sigh that they are well-known.
Chapter completed!