Compared to the chaos on Huang An's side, Huang Shang's side seemed very quiet.
Song Ziyang also wanted to go and find Huang Shan's whereabouts in person, but now that he controlled Huang Shang, he could use the remaining power of Huang An and the Sanhe Gang.
It was much faster than doing it alone.
Moreover, now that Cihu and others have received the news, everyone in the entire plain area has participated in the search for Huang Shan, except for Kang Zheng who brought a dozen of his younger brothers to pretend to take over the power of the Sanhe Gang.
At this moment, the people on the shore suddenly let out a scream.
I saw a young man with a stern expression, like a dragon going out to sea, beating the hell out of the Sanhe Gang boys who stayed on the shore.
When Song Ziyang saw this, he couldn't help but smile slightly, thinking to himself, who the hell is this?
Huang Shang next to him widened his eyes, and even secretly wondered in his heart whether he had a conflict with him today. How could the Sanhe Gang, who usually walked sideways with no problem, be stunned in this short period of time today? People are treated like soft persimmons, crushed flat and rounded.
This is too fucking bullying.
However, Song Ziyang's smile soon stopped, while Huang Shang showed a relaxed expression.
Because someone came, the two boys from Tianmen who were rushing the boat were beaten into the water, and then jumped into a small boat. At this time, an old man jumped from the shore into the boat.
Song Ziyang's pupils shrank severely when he saw it. The old man's jump seemed simple, but it was actually quite extraordinary.
Not to mention anything else, the boat was still more than three meters away from the shore at this time. The old man didn't make any moves at all. He just lifted a step and fell into the boat easily as if he were walking on flat ground.
Not to mention, the boat didn't shake much when it was on the water, let alone cause many ripples.
Master, terrible master.
Song Ziyang asked himself that he might be able to enter the ship three meters in one step, but he could never control the turbulence of the ship's hull.
Qingtian and others also tensed up their nerves and watched warily as the ship slowly drove towards the tea pavilion.
"Who is Huang Shang?" The young man arrived at the tea pavilion, glanced at Huang Shang lightly, and then spoke, his expression cold and arrogant, giving the impression that he was an imperial envoy who had come down before, and he was aloof.
"I am," Huang Shang, who was also considered a hero, was frightened by the opponent's aura and spoke honestly.
The young man nodded: "You are very honest. That's right. Call Huang An so that he doesn't have to look for our little princess anymore."
"Little princess," Huang Shang was stunned.
Song Ziyang frowned slightly and said calmly: "You are talking about Huang Shan."
"Bold," the young man shouted: "You can also call our little princess by her alias."
Song Ziyang's nose was crooked because of his anger. Damn it, I can't even call you a pseudonym. You really think you are a relative of the emperor. Besides, in this day and age, aren't the presidents still being teased?
"I said to you, brother, are you out of your mind? Your name isn't just for good looks. Of course, with the exception of being a slave, you can only call her princess honestly," Song Ziyang sneered.
From the moment these two people appeared, he had already guessed that Huang Shan was safe, so naturally he had no worries.
His care for Huang Shan was like a big brother's care for a little sister. He didn't want anything to happen to her, no matter if she was a commoner or had some scary background.
Anyway, he didn't want to ask Huang Shan for anything, so he certainly wouldn't be arrogant. Besides, he really couldn't stand the attitude of this guy, not to mention that he just knocked his own man into the water.
"You are looking for death," Song Ziyang's words were like needles piercing into the heart of the young man. His face suddenly changed, and his body rushed to Song Ziyang like an electric snake. An icy cold light struck Song Ziyang head-on.
His movement was very simple, but his speed was so fast that Qingtian and others standing behind Song Ziyang did not even react.
Song Ziyang realized it. It was very simple. He just deliberately angered the other party and then tested his background.
"Well done," Song Ziyang shouted, and the white deer rhinoceros knife collided with the opponent's sword from bottom to top.
This time, Song Ziyang exploded with all his strength.
Although the young man had already investigated Song Ziyang's details, because he did not have a specific reference, he did not have a specific and clear judgment on Song Ziyang's skills. He even felt that the following information was deliberately exaggerated. .
Therefore, although his move was powerful, it was only done casually.
This time, I naturally suffered a heavy loss.
The whole person involuntarily stepped back, but Song Ziyang was unreasonable, tiptoeing, and followed the light of the sword with his whole body to catch up.
"You also want to take a stab at me,"
"Stop, don't forget the princess's order," two voices sounded almost at the same time. The first one was naturally said by Song Ziyang, and the second one was the old man.
The young man who was tensed up and ready to fight back could not help but relax. In his opinion, if Song Ziyang was not a fool, he would not offend him to death.
Unfortunately, he thinks too highly of himself.
It is said that Song Ziyang doesn't know his and Huang Shan's true identities, and even if he knew, he might not care.
Just kidding, you hit me when you say it and stop it when you say it, who the hell are you?
He didn't pause at all, and slashed at the young man's head with a knife, as if he was going to kill him with a knife. The young man's face suddenly changed, and with a loud shout, he clasped his hands together, and actually cut the white man's head into pieces. The rhinoceros knife was clamped.
However, the whole person's face turned red, and blood gradually dripped from the palm of his hand, which was obviously injured.
"Presumptuous," the energetic old man became angry when he saw this. He shouted loudly, stepped forward and punched Song Ziyang in the waist.
"Get out," Song Ziyang raised his foot and kicked the young man out almost at the same time that the knife was clamped.
The young man's body suddenly rose into the air, like a huge stone being smashed away, and fell into the lake behind the tea pavilion.
Song Ziyang succeeded in the move, but still did not retreat. Instead, he took a deep breath, held a silver needle with two fingers of his left hand and stabbed it towards the fist that almost reached his waist.
At this time, his whole body was full of rage, and he was ready to take a punch and even destroy you.
The old man's face suddenly changed, and his eyes were full of anger. However, the situation was stronger than the others. He still felt that it was not worth it to injure Song Ziyang at the cost of an arm.
So, he turned his palm over and took it towards Song Ziyang's wrist.
Song Ziyang's silver needle slipped out of his hand and pierced directly into his arm. Then, he punched his shoulder unceremoniously. Although the old man's hand had pinched his wrist, there was no trace of it on his arm. With so much strength, he took two steps back after being punched by him.