"Kneel down!"

Zhao Sanfu wears the unique Xuanyi on the stage, while Yan Cheng is an official, leaving Yang Xuan, who looks like a country bumpkin, easy to bully.

The leading sergeant raised his sword with a grim smile and slapped Yang Xuan on the shoulder with the back of the sword. If he hit him hard this time, his shoulder blade would be broken.

Yang Xuan subconsciously kicked him, and the sergeant clamped his legs tightly, and with a cry, he slowly knelt down in front of him.

"Be bold!"

A group of sergeants stepped forward with swords drawn.

"I am a student of the Imperial College!"

Unless the mirror clearly wants to deal with someone from the Jinwu Guard, the stakes are not yet in the Jinwu Guard's eyes.

Yang Xuan knew that he had to save himself, otherwise he would be thrown into prison and he would probably get sick or choke to death from drinking water...

Sure enough, there was more fear in the eyes of the Jinwu Guards. Zhao Sanfu sneered, "Yeah, if I try my best to go to Northern Xinjiang to serve again, I can easily lose both sides with you!"

The people of Jinwu Guard ceased their activities.

At this moment, two people were lying on the ground. One of them had a serious injury on his waist and could only breathe in but not out. The other was pricked by Yang Xuan's needle and his whole body was twitching, getting slower and slower, and he looked like he was dying.

The third person was the man who was kicked by Yang Xuan. He stood up while vomiting blood, walked over slowly, and said viciously: "I swear, I will make your family pay the price. The men will be slaves and the women will be prostitutes.

This has been true for generations!”

This was the most vicious oath, and Yang Xuan's face suddenly turned pale. The man thought he was afraid and couldn't help but laugh.

Yang Xuan picked up the short knife and walked over slowly.

Zhao Sanfu's eyes became more worried and he said in a low voice: "He is from the He family. It is in full view of everyone. If you kill him, you will be the sworn enemy of the He family."

Yan Cheng sighed, "That's it."

The man sneered, "How dare such a fierce-looking person take action? Do you dare?"

The He family relied on the Yang family, and they pretended to be powerful and famous. When He Huan saw Yang Xuan's calm expression, he folded his arms and said lightly: "He doesn't dare!"

The people from the Wucheng Army and Horse Division shook their heads and sneered.

All eyes were focused on Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan walked past the man, Zhao Sanfu let out a breath, and the corners of He Huan's mouth were slightly raised...but his eyes were gloomy.

Tonight's action can be called a huge defeat. How will we explain it when we go back? What's more important is reputation. Killing Yan Cheng is the collective will of the powerful. Even if it fails, it must fail with dignity, otherwise it will be a loss of face.

He Huan squinted at the man who was coughing up blood. The man knew what he should do.

So in front of Wucheng Bingma Si, Zhao Sanfu and others, he stopped and faced Yang Xuan and said, "You..."

Yang Xuan looked into his eyes and stabbed hard with the short knife in his hand.

puff!

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Chapter completed!