Unlike the quiet, quiet, and even a bit desolate, the other mansion is very lively.

Dozens of lanterns covered with veils illuminated the villa, illuminating the villa thoroughly. The pedestrians were all talking about congratulations. The maid wearing a horse stair skirt carried the wine and dishes back and forth. As she walked, the faint fragrance lingered, making people feel a little dazzled.

Almost all the guests in the Second Prince's Mansion were present here.

On the main seat, there was a burly man sitting upright, more than eight feet tall, with light brown beards on both sides of his temples, his eyes were like tigers, his hair was slightly wide open, and there was a faint look of wind and frost on his face, but at this moment he was quite energetic.

He drank again, and the beautiful maid next to him poured wine for him. The man waved his hand and held the maid back, holding a wine bowl in his right hand, and stood up and looked around everyone.

The lobby, which had been a little noisy before, instantly quieted down. The guests and masters in the mansion looked at the middle-aged man who stood up, with awe, envy, and jealousy that could not be removed even though he tried his best to hide it.

Donghuyu City, a visitor in the mansion.

It is also the reason why everyone is here today. In the conflict between the Second Prince and a major family, this usually taciturn man can be said to have made extraordinary achievements. He is not afraid of death and personally killed the head of the aristocratic family, who is also the best master in the family.

After returning to the palace, the second prince was rewarded with great rewards, including courtyards, beauties, secret books, treasures, gold, whatever everyone wanted, the second prince was not stingy and gave him all.

Donghu Yucheng's pair of tiger eyes swept across everyone's faces, holding a wine bowl in his hand, with a heroic look on his face, and said with a smile:

"Yucheng is here, thank you for coming."

Everyone naturally asked Mr. Donghu to be polite, there was no need to be so. Donghu Yucheng smiled and sighed: "You don't have to be like this. Donghu and you are all your highness's disciples. There is no difference. If you are so polite, wouldn't these years of friendship be in vain?"

Someone in the hall saw that his attitude had not changed, but was still the same as before. He felt a little relieved and said with a smile:

"What did Brother Donghu say?"

"If you don't say that Brother Donghu, you have made extraordinary achievements for Your Highness this time, you will definitely be valued by Your Highness in the future. Yesterday, you were able to break Miao Ziyu's glaze body and kill him at the intersection. In my opinion, Brother Donghu's Chengyun Qishu has practiced to the point of perfection."

Everyone had such a guess in their hearts. At this moment, they heard someone ask, and they all held their breath and focused on Donghu Yucheng.

Donghu Yucheng never concealed it and smiled. His burly body vibrated slightly. Accompanied by the sound of crisp joint collisions, strands of mist rose up on his body, hooking up like clouds. This man originally looked extremely mighty, like a general on the battlefield. At this moment, the clouds were surrounded by fog, and there was a lot of dust.

These clouds and mists rotate for several weeks and a thick and pure aura emerges.

"Sure enough... the Qi Ji jumped into the Dragon Gate, and the world was so great that Brother Donghu could gallop."

"Congratulations."

The elegant man who spoke before sighed and bowed his hand to the distance.

The rest of the people were stunned, and after counting breaths, they finally realized what was going on.

This man who seemed ordinary and simple and had worked with them for several years had gone further from the lower third-grade physical training and qi training. He had to communicate the energy of heaven and earth and became a real master who waved his sword energy and sword light for thousands of miles a day.

After a little stunned, everyone stood up in a panic and congratulated.

Donghu Yucheng responded calmly, which was completely different from the silence performance of several years before. It was calm and calm, and even more proud and fulfilled.

As long as a warrior in the lower third grade is willing to work hard and spend time, everyone can get started. The elixir skills can keep up, and it is not difficult to advance to the seventh grade level.

But the sixth grade is completely different.

If the next third rank is fish, and there is no shortage of any country or any county, then the third rank is already a dragon. How many dragons can be accommodated in a small world? It is necessary to be like the Great Qin or the thirty-six Western Regions unite to unite the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions to be where the third rank warriors can truly use their fists and feet.

Among the many guests, the seat was slightly lower, and an old man sat.

Wearing a coarse blue cloth, she looked extremely simple, with white hair and hair, fine wrinkles on her face, quite kind and kind, with a medicinal fragrance at the hem of her clothes, and a pair of still clear eyes looked back and forth on the seat several times, her white eyebrows slightly frowned, and she muttered a few words.

The familiar guest next to him couldn't hear it clearly, and he turned around curiously and asked:

"What is Mr. Zang talking about?"

The old man in a civilian shook his head and asked in a low voice:

"Why is Xingyuan not here? Could it be that you didn't call him?"

The guest was stunned for a moment and realized who "Xingyuan" was referring to. He looked indifferent and said casually: "He, sir, you are so confused. Today is the day to congratulate Lord Donghu. How could you call such a waste?"

"Isn't it a bad atmosphere?"

He spoke a little loudly.

Before Wang Xingyuan came here, he was young, had average martial arts skills, and had no ability to show off. He had always been looked down upon by everyone. But now he had a candidate who was even worse than him, and now he seemed noble and reliable, with a loud voice and a disdainful tone.

The sound attracted everyone around him. You and I couldn't help but say everything, and I was just advising the old man not to do this. At the same time, he didn't forget to secretly raise his own value. The movement here was a little more turbulent, and even the guests sitting in the front turned around.

After understanding what the riot started, I felt it was a bit ridiculous.

Donghu Yucheng Jing that old man had helped him and laughed:

"What the old man said is that since all my colleagues are here today, they cannot send anyone to inform Wang Xingyuan that he is in a position of inattention. However, the momentum is so great that Wang Xingyuan should be able to detect it as long as he is not blind and deaf."

"He knew about this, but he didn't come. How could he have any friendship with me, Donghu Yucheng?"

The old man opened his mouth and looked at Donghu Yucheng, who was proud and contented, and was not able to recover from his words, and was slightly aggressive and improper, and did not know how to answer.

Everyone around cheered together.

Among them, the elegant scholar had already seen the new scholar in charge of Danyuan dislike him. He immediately raised his neck and poured all the strong wine in the bowl, and said loudly: "That's the extreme, it's the extreme!"

"Mr. Donghu said that he had never had a good relationship with us. Although he was the name of a fellow disciple, he actually had no friendship, let alone a person like him who did not understand the rules and etiquette. He could not be loyal to the emperor because he could not be loyal to the emperor. He also added to his subordinates and generous to others. The etiquette of the Central Plains seems to be just like this."

"However, he may not have the chance to please Brother Donghu again."

"Since Brother Donghu has already entered the sixth rank and has made such a great contribution, it will take not much time to be promoted to His Highness Guzhen, and will be with the old senior Guzhou, Ouyang Che Sect Master and others."

"Haha, at that time, even if I wait, I will not be able to see Brother Donghu often."

Donghu Yucheng smiled slightly and said:

"Brother Meng is really over-reputable."

Even though he said so, he couldn't help but have such thoughts in his mind. After his martial arts skills have successfully entered the sixth rank, he can assist the Second Highness and clear the obstacles. When the Second Highness becomes the new king, he will be the minister of the dragon and be ranked before the general.

There are no shortage of all kinds of treasures, and martial arts are thousands of miles a day.

Or one day he can reach the realm of the fourth-rank young master, and at that time, he may be the most powerful minister, and he will make friends with aristocratic families, or even leave his name in history.

I had a moment of imagination, my eyes were dazed, and when I came to my senses, I felt that I was disobedient, laughed loudly, and raised my glass and said:

"I lose my composure and I will punish myself for a cup of punishment. I respectfully and be at will."

After saying that, he was about to drink, and at this moment, a sudden burst of energy broke out, and the wine bowl in his hand shattered, and the light green wine was still scented with fruit, and it spilled on his clothes.

Everyone was slightly stunned.

The gate thundered directly toward the back with a loud bang, causing a wave of air. Several guards were thrown in with brute force and were immediately extinguished. Then several men came in from outside.

The leader was Kong Wu, and there was a thin man standing next to him, all wearing black clothes to cover his true identity. There were more than a dozen warriors following behind them, all holding sharp blades, full of murderous intent.

The two groups of people looked at each other, and the atmosphere was a little calm. A hint of coldness appeared in the tiger's eyes of Donghu Yucheng. When they saw that these people were all covered in black clothes and covered their bodies, the chill became even more and more. They snorted coldly and said:

"I have always known assassins in the mansion."

"But today I actually hit my Donghu, and it turns out that I have no eyes."

The elegant man next to him laughed and stood up and said:

"What's wrong with this? Just add some fun."

"Brother Donghu Gao Qian, there are no good gifts under him. There are just a few clowns who jumped into the beam, so they captured it for Brother Donghu to give his brother a smile."

Donghu Yucheng looked slightly slower and nodded:

"It's been a labor."

The elegant man waved his hand with a smile, then got up and leaped, holding a sword in one hand, and laughed:

"Who are you? Haven't you heard of the name of the Lightning Sword?"

The burly man opposite frowned slightly, and at this time, the elegant man opposite had already come forward. He made up his mind to please Donghu Yucheng. A three-foot green breeze in his hand danced out more than a dozen cold lights and pointed at the three people opposite.

The sword flower is cold, like a cold plum blossom, which is quite pleasing to the eye. Not only is the sword energy sharp, but it is also deep and accurate.

The disciples were very aware of it, and suddenly burst into several applauses. This sword technique of Han Meihua was a unique skill of this scholar who pressed the bottom box. Not only was the sword path agile and fast, but it was also extremely powerful. Although most disciples present were in the seventh level, there were really few people who could defeat him in the sword technique along the way.

At this moment, the man grabbed the sword with sharpness and the sharp sword was caught by him directly. The elegant scholar's face was slightly frozen. Because he was reluctant to abandon the sword, he used his palm technique to attack the enemy.

Unexpectedly, the man grabbed his sword with his left hand, and his right hand was poked out like lightning. He grabbed his right leg directly, straightened his whole body, and then smashed it downwards. At the same time, his right knee was raised, and his knee was like a short knife, suddenly colliding with his spine.

In the night, the crisp sound of bone dislocation is extremely harsh.

The time for many guests who had been applauded was dead silent.

The big man snorted coldly, twisted his waist casually, and the scholar with a weak breath was still on the ground, moving his thick neck left and right, making a crisp sound, looking at the guest who had just calmed down in front of him coldly.

Above the body, the tiger presses its claws.

A pair of illusory eyes looked ahead coldly.

A middle-level master.

Donghu Yucheng's expression suddenly changed. He noticed the flow of qi and instantly realized the difficulty of this matter.

The assassins who have always come in are only seventh-grade warriors, and this is the first time that the third-grade one has appeared. There must be some huge and important changes behind this, but at this time there is no time for him to think about.

The big man opposite raised his hand and bent slightly, and gestured to invite the battle.

The tiger's vision was roaring lowly.

Donghu Yucheng couldn't help but clench his fists.

At this moment, except for him, no one could walk out a few rounds in the opponent's hands. At this point, Donghu Yucheng took a deep breath and slowly stood up. Seeing his actions, the other disciples couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
To be continued...