Chapter 294 The strange movement of Longyuan Sword (Third update)
Master!
Great master!
The man stood on the top of the mountain, his breath as calm as a giant mountain. The moment he looked back, he looked like a divine sword that was sharp enough to cut through all things.
The sharpness revealed in an instant caused a huge warning sign in Yang Yu's heart.
In fact, he clearly felt the instant sound of the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Ghost-Slaying Sword in the Cauldron of Gluttony.
This person...
Wearing a thin green robe, the middle-aged man, neither tall nor short, but well-proportioned, turned around and lowered his eyes, as if a thunderbolt flashed from his eyes, not angry but showing authority:
"Yang Prison?"
It seemed like a question, but his tone was full of determination.
And Yang Prison also guessed the identity of the visitor:
"Qin Jinfeng!"
Longyuan Guard is divided into four battalions of Fenglinhuoshan. Each battalion has a total strength of 2,000 people, with thirty-six captains, ten halberd-bearing commanders, and two commanders, chief and deputy.
The Zhou Li he had seen before was the captain of the Shanziying camp, and Wang Jingqi, who was holding a halberd, were both subordinates of the person in front of him.
This person was apparently the deputy commander who led the team that was chasing Qixuanmen.
According to legend, one of them broke up the entire Qixuan Sect, forcing one sect master and two deputy sect masters to not even be able to hold the fine gold armor in their hands.
You must not appoint a bodyguard to escort you, so that you can get the fine gold armor in exchange for ten blood-changing elixirs.
"I heard that you discovered the traces of Qixuanmen's rebellion and handed over the fine gold armor, prompting Deputy Commander Qi to capture Kuang Tianqing, and that He Lianqiu was also killed by you?"
Qin Jinfeng's eyes were as bright as a sword, and his tone was like a sword:
"It's just such a coincidence that our Shanzi camp has been pursuing rebellion for several years, and all of it fell into your hands?"
question.
Undisguised doubt!
As Qin Jinfeng spoke, the soldiers in the entire camp, as well as the slowly approaching swordsmen in black, all looked towards Yang Prison.
Surprised, doubtful.
"good."
Yang Yu answered calmly, but there was something strange in his heart.
He didn't say it, and he didn't feel it yet. When he asked, he felt that it was a bit too much of a coincidence.
Could it be that my destiny also contains the destiny of "helping others with dignity"?
"Do you think there are really such coincidences in this world? And you have encountered them all?"
Qin Jinfeng had an expressionless face as he examined the famous Qianhu Jinyiwei.
After several years of hunting, traveling thousands of miles, and the hard work of thousands of people, someone picked the peach. If he didn't have any trouble in his heart, then even the prime minister would have deserved it.
"Who can say accurately about worldly affairs?"
Yang Yu has a clear conscience and does not care about other people's doubts. He responds calmly and calmly.
"I heard that your parents died young and became a beggar. Later, you were taken in by an old jailer in Black Mountain City, and later became a disciple of Wei He, the secret servant of Jin Yiwei?"
Qin Jinfeng changed the subject and asked again:
"So, where did your martial arts come from? Was the Dao Fruit you submitted back then fake, just to defraud the imperial court of rewards and official positions?"
call!
As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly, and the invisible momentum was like a collapsing mountain. The terrifying momentum made everyone in the camp change their expressions.
Sensing the unusual atmosphere, all the Jin Yi guards who hurriedly turned back were furious and couldn't help but hold down their swords, while all the Long Yuan guards also stared angrily.
In an instant, a tense atmosphere enveloped the entire camp.
"What does it have to do with you?"
Facing the fierce and powerful aura, Yang Yu's clothes were blown away, but his expression remained calm, but his tone also became cold and hard:
"You are not qualified to question me!"
boom!
The air flow roared, the true gang buzzed, and the whole hill moved.
Qin Jinfeng's words were cold, and there seemed to be a cold current flowing through his mouth:
"What did you say?"
"He said, you are not qualified!"
The words were sonorous, like stones falling to the ground, the black flying fish suit was hunting and moving, Qi Gang stepped out, and the surrounding temperature rose sharply due to the strong blood.
"Qigang!"
Qin Jinfeng said word by word:
"We have been friends for many years, and you want to fight me because of him?"
Facing the biting sword intent, Qi Gang stood tall and responded word by word:
"I am Qi Gang, Jinyiwei, deputy commander Qi Gang."
"good!"
Qin Jinfeng took a deep breath.
His breath was so long that it seemed as if he was swallowing the entire valley's air current into his body. For a moment, it seemed as if a strong wind was blowing and the dust was rolling away.
Yang Yu lowered his hand and pressed the sword, Qi Gang pinched his five fingers together, and all the guards in brocade uniforms also held swords and bows, their swords at war.
Phew!
At this moment, a long cry fell from the sky.
"Um?!"
Hearing this sound, the expressions of everyone present changed, including the great master Qin Jinfeng, whose eyelids twitched, but only for a moment, when they saw the white crane coming, they returned to normal.
"Hello!"
The small figure jumped down from the air, breaking the tense atmosphere in the valley.
Master Miaomiao put his hands on his waist and glared angrily:
"You are so ignorant of etiquette. How many times have I asked you and you actually ran away without saying a word?!"
He was so angry that he didn't notice the weird atmosphere in the valley at all.
Niu San, who fell down next, felt his scalp numb. Fortunately, he quickly discovered who it was. He breathed a sigh of relief and clasped his fists toward the hill:
"It turns out to be Deputy Commander Qin."
"Mr. Niu."
Being interrupted, Qin Jinfeng vented his anger a little, barely raised his hand to say hello, turned around and went into the valley.
All the masters of Longyuan Guard looked bad and followed him one after another.
Not long after, I heard roaring and roaring in the valley.
At this time, all the Jinyi Guards just breathed a sigh of relief. The Longyuan Guards were all elites, and there were more masters than them, especially the leader, whose aura was terrifyingly powerful.
"Thank you Qitou."
Yang Yu cupped his fists to say thank you.
"Why thank me?"
Qi Gang shook his head and looked at the other Jin Yiwei:
"I am certain that Qin Jinfeng will not fight me. Even if he fights, he will not be able to kill me. But brothers, I will really risk my life for you!"
"this……"
Yang Yu was startled, then his expression moved, he faced all directions and bowed long:
"Yang Yu thanks all brothers for your help."
"Brother, why are you so polite? If we are in trouble, why won't Yang Qianhu help us?"
"What kind of polite words are you talking about? You, Yang Yu, are stingy if you don't treat us to drinks for three days after everything is over!"
"Okay, okay. Let's disperse. Everyone should take their places. Don't let those monsters spread out!"
…
Seeing Yang Yu bowing down, everyone burst into laughter and then dispersed, everyone returning to their places.
"Qitou..."
Lin An looked back at the few people, with emotions surging in his heart.
Qi Gang didn't have to say this, or he could have said it secretly later, but he said it anyway.
This has the meaning of deepening the relationship between Yang Yu and all the brothers. Isn't it because Yang Yu wants to cherish this sentiment?
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this young man who was once a member of a hundred households and later a member of a thousand households will have an unlimited future.
"It's business here, Qingzhou Restaurant, it's up to you to choose. If Yang Yu frowns, he's not a man!"
Yang Yu responded with a smile, feeling a little ashamed.
He may or may not have guessed what Qi Gang was thinking, but it didn't matter to him.
Because he personally noticed the changes.
Before the day of memorial ceremony for Cao Jinlie, even Lin An and Zhao Qing, who had the best relationship with him, mostly had friendship with him in Tongliao.
But after that day, he had completely integrated into Jinyiwei.
It's just that I realized it later...
"I! Ask! What! What! You! Say!"
Seeing a few people's words, Master Miaomiao, who felt that he had been ignored, jumped up and down in anger, without any trace of Master's stability.
"Thank you also to the little real person for rescuing me."
Yang Yu smiled, cupped his fists, and said:
"The surname Yang Mingyu does not have a brand name. The Qing Gong you asked about is called Zhouyou Liuxu. Finally, if you want to change it, let your adults do it."
When Yang Yu held his fists, the little Taoist boy suddenly panicked and his anger disappeared, but he was startled again when he heard the second part of the sentence:
"Are you Yang Prison?"
"I guess there's no one else here."
Yang Yu shook his head, feeling surprised in his heart.
This little Taoist boy is not from Qingzhou, but he actually knows him. It seems that his files are not only on the desks of the big shots in Qingzhou, but he may have flown to a farther place...
"You are lying!"
The insignificant Taoist boy was surprised and happy. He walked around Yang Prison twice before saying:
"Why don't you have a font size? Didn't you behead yourself or behead yourself?"
"..."
Yang Yu gritted his teeth and suddenly felt that his previous thanks were unnecessary. He almost raised his hand and punched his little head, but he didn't bother to pay attention to him.
This poor kid really can't speak.
He turned around and followed Qi Gang into the camp.
"Hey, don't go! How did you learn to be so stupid? Teach me, teach me..."
Looking at the little ancestor chasing after him, he saw that the three cows were as big as a bucket, so he could only place the white crane hastily and hurriedly followed.
In the camp, the little Taoist boy was allowed to pester him back and forth, but Yang Yu ignored him.
"Qitou, if you hate Long Yuanwei today, will it have any impact on your future plans?"
Yang Prison asked.
"Qin Jinfeng has a stubborn and hard-edged personality, especially because he is still young. He has been running for Qixuanmen for several years and traveled tens of thousands of miles. If you pick a peach, he will inevitably feel a little depressed."
Qi Gang shook his head:
"But he can still tell the difference between right and wrong. Even if I didn't come forward before, he would at most give you a beating to get angry."
"You only get angry at others when you are incompetent. If he has the ability to catch him in one fell swoop, how can I pick peaches? Hit me?"
Yang Prison sneered;
"I don't know who will get beaten."
Qin Jinfeng's energy and blood are like a melting pot, his aura is powerful, especially his sword intention can even cause Long Yuan Sword to move, but so what?
Without a fight, how can there be any distinction between the strong and the weak?
"Before he joined the army, he was a disciple of Sword Making Villa. His swordsmanship was praised by General Wei. You must not underestimate him."
Qi Gang reminded him, but he didn't dwell on it.
He knew that neither Qin Jinfeng nor Yang Yu would bow down so easily, and he could not resolve this grudge.
But this is nothing. People who are officials in the same dynasty and hate each other can be found everywhere in Ming, Dali and Tianlang.
Private vendettas are private vendettas, and public affairs are public affairs.
Yang Yu did not comment, ignored the matter, and said:
"Thunderbolts and fire bombs seem to have arrived. When..."
"Can't use Thunderbolt Fire Bombs."
A crisp voice sounded, and Master Miaomiao, who had been squatting in a corner for a long time, stood up with a serious face: