Yang Kang almost shouted these words with hatred in his eyes.
He felt aggrieved because for so many years, everyone knew about his life experience, but no one told him.
Qiu Chuji, a stinky Taoist priest, couldn't talk to his father. Even his mother, whom he cared about the most, didn't say a word.
Okay, I won’t say anything, but why are you forcing him to accept a stranger as his father now?
He is the young prince of the Kingdom of Jin. He has such a down-and-out father, so how can he be willing to live in the world and become a shabby household?
"Yang Kang, are you really stubborn?"
"Qiu Chuji, I said there is no Yang Kang in this world, only the golden man Wanyan Kang."
Yang Kang glanced at everyone in front of him with a ruthless gaze. Only his mother had a trace of tenderness, but it soon turned into a stern look.
"Dear guests, please join us to eliminate the rebels and rescue the princess."
After two levels of reversal in the Little Theater of Acknowledging Father, Ke Qing, who has always been eating melons, finally reacted to this order.
However, regardless of Yang Kang's identity in the past, he is still the young prince of Prince Zhao's residence, and that is enough.
"Please rest assured, young prince, we will definitely rescue the princess."
Hou Tonghai was the first to rush forward. Master Lingzhi, Peng Lianhu and others also rushed forward. They were all masters of the underworld, but they didn't have any martial ethics. They fired concealed weapons whenever they took action.
Qiu Chuji was so angry with Yang Kang that he started fighting with 120% of his strength.
"Brush brush brush"
The fine steel sword in his hand, Quanzhen's swordsmanship, was swept away, and all the hidden weapons were knocked back. Peng Lianhu's face changed slightly, and he turned around to avoid the hidden weapons. After a few clicks, all the hidden weapons hit the door.
Master Lingzhi held a pair of copper cymbals, which looked ordinary but had edges as sharp as knives, and struck them straight at Qiu Chuji.
He was not much weaker than Qiu Chuji. If he succeeded in a sneak attack, Qiu Chuji would probably be killed on the spot in the next moment.
However, how could Wang Chuyi allow his senior brother to be successfully attacked by surprise? He waved his sword in his hand and glared: "The thief monk is so brave."
His long sword intertwined with the wise master's copper cymbals, making a sharp collision.
Master Lingzhi sneered, and then the copper cymbal flew out and went straight to Wang Chuyi's face.
Wang Chuyi was startled, and cold sweat broke out from his back. He was a good swordsman, so how could he be used to attacks with weapons out of hand.
He quickly dodged sideways, and with a swipe, the clothes on his shoulders were torn, blood flowed out, and he was slightly injured.
"Junior Brother"
Qiu Chuji wanted to help, but Peng Lianhu immediately realized this was an opportunity and fired out flying needles with a hidden weapon in his hand. Each needle went straight to Qiu Chuji's vitals.
Although Hou Tonghai's martial arts skills were slightly inferior, he also knew that a good opportunity had arrived, so he immediately handed over the steel fork and attacked Qiu Chuji's lower third lane. It was so insidious.
"What a thief!"
Qiu Chuji was furious, but Peng Lianhu and Hou Tonghai had no problem holding him back.
So the situation of the other half, Wang Chuyi, became worse.
The spiritual master pressed forward step by step, and under his control, the flying cymbal spun around again and hit Wang Chuyi.
Wang Chuyi endured the pain and tried his best to parry with Quanzhen swordsmanship.
With a clever move, he knocked the cymbal away, then took the sword straight and pointed it at Master Lingzhi's face.
Master Lingzhi held a copper cymbal in one hand, holding Wang Chuyi's sword, and then used his other hand to strike at Wang Chuyi.
Wang Chuyi's face darkened, but he was not afraid. His master, Wang Chongyang, taught him the Three Flowers Gathering Palm, and Quanzhen disciples were never afraid when faced with a fight between experts from all over the world.
So he turned his left hand into a palm and hit him directly.
Master Lingzhi had a sneer in his eyes, the two of them put their hands together, and each of them took a few steps back.
Wang Chuyi took four steps back, Master Lingzhi took three steps back, and his skill was slightly better.
"Good palm skills"
Master Lingzhi sneered and praised, Wang Chuyi's expression suddenly changed, and there was a burning pain in the center of his hand. He lowered his head and saw that his palm was completely black.
"Poisonous Sand Palm, such vicious skills, the master deserves to be called a monk."
"Hahaha, you are the descendant of Zhenren Chongyang, one of the five great masters. If I don't show my true skills, then I will look down on you."
"Junior brother, how are you?"
Qiu Chuji forced Peng Lianhu and two others back and came to Wang Chuyi's side, looking nervous.
"I'm poisoned, so I can't stay here for long."
Their brothers, Guo Jing and others were already at a disadvantage, and now they have even lost the possibility of confrontation.
"Huh, if you want to leave, leaving my mother and concubine behind, maybe there is still a chance."
"You really want to kill them all!"
"Hmph, Nie Zhan, then I'll show you what Nie Zhan should do!"
Yang Kang completely lost his temper, with only viciousness in his eyes, he said: "Master Ouyang, please help me."
Ouyang Ke no longer needed to put on airs at this time. He smiled, put away his fan, and flew to join the battle.
White Camel Mountain also has the inheritance of the Five Arts, and Ouyang Ke, the illegitimate son of Western Poison, is the true successor of Ouyang Feng. As soon as the Qinggong came out thousands of miles away, people came to Qiu Chuji.
Qiu Chuji's expression changed, and Ouyang Ke Shentuo Snow Mountain Palm was struck. He retreated slightly, and then the Three Flowers Gathering Palm came forward to meet him. They collided loudly, and each of them took two steps back.
Of course, Ouyang Ke was still much younger than Bhikkhu Chuji, so he also took two steps back, but he took advantage of Qinggong, so he lost half a point.
"What a handsome palm technique. Mr. Ouyang, let me help you."
Master Lingzhi saw the opportunity and immediately came over. If he and Ouyang Ke were to attack him, they would be able to capture Qiu Chuji in a short time.
Sure enough, as a group of underworld masters belonging to the palace continued to besiege them, Master Lingzhi, Peng Lianhu, and Ouyang Ke defeated Qiu Chuji and Wang Chu one after another, and their bodies suffered more and more wounds.
On the other side, Hou Tonghai led the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River and surrounded Guo Jing and the others with a group of soldiers.
Their strength was already inferior, not to mention that Bao Xiruo was still in the team when they were besieged.
If it hadn't been for Yang Kang's order to rescue the princess, I'm afraid they wouldn't have been able to hold on for long.
Even if it was like this soon, Qiu Chuji and his party were still at a disadvantage, suppressed, suppressed again. As long as the poison of Wang Chuyi's poisonous sand palm fully exploded, then all of them would become prisoners.
"Forcing a group start is the most deadly."
Zhang Ziyu looked a little pained. If Qiu Chuji had not taken advantage of his master and secretly saved Bao Xiruo and left, it probably wouldn't have happened.
Huang Rong shook her head and said: "Of course you think it's easy when you watch the show. Then Yang Kang is the biological son of Uncle Yang and Aunt Bao. If you don't give it a try, how can you give up?"
She paused and said, "If you don't get down, everyone will die if you don't get down?"
Zhang Ziyu said: "Of course you have to go down. You have to practice your skills just before you break through, but when you go out, you have to think of a good entry effect."
Huang Rong rolled her eyes. Where did this bad habit come from?
With a move of her hand, she suddenly pulled out a sniper rifle and fired at the crowd with bang bang bang. The bullets suddenly flew out, knocking down many golden soldiers and the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River.
Ouyang Ke, Master Lingzhi and others were so frightened that they quickly retreated, looking wary.
"Who is it!"
Huang Rong made a face at Zhang Ziyu and said with a smile: "Good boss, are you awesome now?"