.“Let go of the princess!”

"What are you doing, do you know who!"

"Let the princess go down quickly, do you want to rebel?"

The crowd also became chaotic, and most of them began to retreat subconsciously to avoid causing trouble. They did not expect to see the legendary princess, and then watched the princess being kidnapped by one person. People looked at Ye Wuchen with pity - they dared to put the knife on the princess' neck, and this person was completely finished.

On the sedan chair, Ye Wuchen held Ningxue with one hand, and wrapped his arm around the little princess who had been scared out of tears. A sharp long sword lies across her neck. The poor little princess didn't dare to move, and her big watery eyes were shining with tears, like tender lotus stained with dew, making people feel pity. In her slightly opened mouth, her fine inner teeth bit her almost blood-colored lips, and her nose wings were even trembling. This is definitely the first time in her life that someone was placing a knife on her neck.

Under his protection, the princess was held hostage with a knife, and cold sweat continued to spread from Wu Shang's forehead. Regardless of whether the princess was safe this time, he could not escape his dereliction of duty. If something happened to the princess, even if the emperor could forgive him, he would only commit suicide and apologize.

He had scanned the surroundings with his breath before, and there was absolutely no dangerous or powerful aura. Ye Wuchen gave him the feeling that he was the most ordinary person, so he dared to leave the princess five steps and his nerves were not in a tense state of defense. Then, when he was lost, Ye Wuchen easily took advantage of the loophole, rushed into the sedan chair as fast as possible, and pulled away a guard's sword and placed it on the princess' neck.

Wu Shang had a gloomy face and whispered: "Wind Escape Technique, you are actually a rare wind-type magician!"

Ye Wuchen just used the low-level magic wind escape technique of the wind system, which can increase his own speed in a short period of time.

Wind magician?

The crowd was talking again, and some people showed obvious envy and even jealousy on their faces. Magicians are a rare and noble profession. Only those with special magical physiques can practice, which can be said to be very rare. It is difficult to distinguish a magician if they fight with a warrior of the same level. However, in group battles, the power of a magician is equivalent to several, dozens or even hundreds of warriors of the same level. Because powerful magicians can practice powerful magic with a terrifying attack range, and the special nature of magic can also allow them to play more roles in many fields. Therefore, those who can practice magic have always been talents that the country wins, and will be sent to the magician union of various countries, and will be fed and fed for life.

Long Zhengyang, who had been hiding silently in the crowd, endured not to come forward, because if he came forward at this time, the situation would be uncontrollable and the onlookers would see the royal family jokes. He believed that he had himself here, Ye Wuchen would never really hurt his sister, so he could only wink him desperately. Wu Shang's words made him stunned... Didn't grandpa say that he should be the successor of the Sword God? Could it be that he was actually mentioned by several worshippers in the palace - the dual cultivation of magic and martial arts!?

Ye Wuchen's next sentence almost made him jump out.

"Kneel down and then slap yourself three times." Ye Wuchen did not answer Wu Shang, but stared at him and said coldly. His voice was cold and there was no intention of joking.

Long Zhengyang winked desperately... Brother Ye, Brother Ye, you are my biological brother! Even if you are the descendant of the Sword God, you wouldn't play like this. If you pretend to hijack my sister, I can end it. If you play really...

But he didn't notice that just when Ye Wuchen appeared on the sedan chair, two people in the crowd looked at each other, looked like they saw a ghost, and then hurriedly left and rushed to the northwest. There was the Ye family in Tianlong City.

A short sentence made Wu Shang's face even more gloomy. The guards around him were all staring at him with dark faces, surrounding Ye Wuchen in the middle, but were so frightened that he dared not move forward.

Wu Shang took a step forward, pointed at the golden knife and shouted coldly: "If you let the princess go, I can let your brother and sister leave safely. If you dare to touch a princess' hair, you will be killed by your nine clans!"

Ye Ningxue leaned her body in Wuchen's arms, and her little face was still filled with fear, but she didn't say a word, for fear of disturbing her brother.

"Is that so? It seems that you didn't hear what I was saying just now. Then I'll say it again - kneel down and slap yourself three times! You should be glad that if you really had the intention to kill my sister just now, I will let you break your hands! Now... I'll give you three seconds!"

"one!"

"Holding the princess hostage and threatening the guards, any one is a death sentence. If you let go now, I can give you another chance!"

"two!"

Wu Shang took another step forward, and he never believed that this person would really take action.

"three!"

Chih!

"Wow!!"

A slight sound, accompanied by a girl's cry, the guard's sword cut a long wound on the little princess's delicate and jade-like neck, and blood beads slowly poured out. The poor little princess was used to being arrogant and had never even been beaten and scolded, let alone being cut by a knife on her neck. In the pain, she cried heart-wrenchingly, extremely miserable: "Uncle Wu... save me... hurry up and save me... wow... really hurt..."

Ye Wuchen's expression did not change at all, as if he had just done something ordinary. His right hand moved slightly, his palm holding the hilt opened, covering the wound she had just scratched, as if he didn't want anyone to see her injured.

With a "thump", Wu Shang knelt heavily on the ground, and then slapped himself three times. Each time he used so hard, the three loud slaps made the noisy crowd quiet suddenly, and everyone looked incredible.

"Let the princess go!" Wu Shang lowered his head, his whole body trembled, his fists clenched tightly, and his nails were almost trapped in the flesh.

The guards shouted and rushed to him to help him up, their eyes shattered, wishing they could cut Ye Wuchen into pieces. Wu Shang was their commander, and their goal and pride, but now they were trampled on so much dignity, how could they bear it?

"Enough!" Long Zhengyang finally stood up, with a look of disbelief on his face. Is this still the gentle and taciturn Ye Wuchen? Why is he so conscientious about his work? Don't he know what he is doing? Don't he know what he is doing? Don't he know that a warrior can accept failure, but he will never accept insults!

"Too... Your Highness, Prince!" More than a dozen guards shouted at the same time, and then knelt down in a hurry. Their kneeling immediately caused a series of chain reactions, and the streets were suddenly filled with fear, and they knelt down one by one. The princess and the others could not worship, but how dare the prince and the others, because he was the future emperor!

Long Zhengyang waved his hand violently, stopped their shouting, and then sighed heavily: "Let me go."

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