Xu Zhiyi let go.

Wan Zhen flipped, gently stepped onto the blue brick floor with his feet, took a deep breath, and regained his strong feeling.

The weak feeling of being deprived of his cultivation made him most disgusted, reminding him of the difficult days before the adventure.

With strong cultivation, you are yourself and the world becomes beautiful, otherwise everything will be gray.

Xu Zhiyi said: "Wan Zhen, the first thing you do now is to deal with those people outside."

"Yes." Wan Zhen said in a deep voice.

He turned his head and looked at the courtyard door, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly: "I wonder what the girl wants to deal with them?"

"What do you think?" Xu Zhiyi asked lightly.

She couldn't help but learn Li Chengkong's style of conduct, and was not in a hurry to express her opinions, but to listen to the other party first.

Wan Zhen said: "Girl, they are different from me."

“What’s the difference?”

"They really want you to die and will never let you go."

"Do they also want to lead the master out and kill him?"

"...They said yes, but I think I'm here now, probably to simply take revenge on the Nanwang Mansion."

After a journey of life and death just now, Wan Zhen's mind became clear and suddenly realized, as if he had penetrated the world.

His past experiences are presented one by one, vividly remembering, and finally fully understand what life is, what death is, why life is, why death is, why life is, why death is.

And those people's previous words are always ridiculous now. They just say that the world is the public for their own private interests.

I just wanted to kill Li Chengkong, so I ignored it. Looking back now, I feel that they are hated and ugly, and they are playing tricks on themselves!

"Well, then what are you going to do about it?"

"Since I am a member of the Southern Prince's Mansion, I will naturally protect the Southern Prince's Mansion. Anyone who wants to hurt the Southern Prince's Mansion will be punished!"

"You want to start a killing?"

"Not killing is not enough to establish authority!"

"Does the power of the Southern Prince's Mansion still need to be established?" Xu Zhiyi narrowed her bright eyes and said lightly: "Do you hate them?"

"…Yes." Wan Zhen said in a deep voice.

"Well, then kill it according to you."

"As for the order!" Wan Zhen held his fists and pushed the door out. He turned around and closed the door gently, leaving silently.

"Sister Xu, aren't you afraid that he will take the opportunity to escape?"

"Let him."

"I really want to let him go?" Ju Xiaoyue said in confusion: "Is this a disaster? I will kill us if I keep it."

Xu Zhiyi shook her head: "Don't worry Xiaoyue? He won't do it again."

Zhu Suxin said, "His target is His Highness, the King of Southern? He may suddenly attack when he meets Southern King."

She was still extremely afraid of the Feihong Divine Sword.

If Li Chengkong is not prepared and suddenly attacked, he may not be spared.

Xu Zhiyi chuckled: "The two sisters are too concerned about the master? If he is like this, ten of them will not do anything to the master!"

"What if the young prince assassinated first and then take action when the prince is shocked and angry?"

"This little trick? Not worth mentioning."

There are many great masters following the little prince? They are all hidden in the void? They are not seen by outsiders.

If Wan Zhen really wants to assassinate the little prince? He will be restrained before he can get close to him. He doesn’t know how he died!

"Sister Xu, you're ready." Seeing her like this? Feng Suxin calmed down: "I really don't understand why I took him back to the palace."

The Southern Prince’s Mansion must be a master, no less than such a great master, right? Why did you let him go and leave trouble for yourself?

"It's the master's order." Xu Zhiyi smiled and said, "Since the master has spoken, he will follow it."

Suxin suddenly realized.

Zhu Xiaoyue said: "Sister Xu? You said it earlier? ...But why did Prince Nan save his life?"

Xu Zhiyi smiled and said, "It's better for Xiaoyue, go and ask."

Zhu Xiaoyue snorted: "I asked? He wouldn't say it?"

"Go up and take a look." Jun Su thought to himself.

The three women's figure slowly rose, as if their invisible big hands were holding them up to two feet high, looking down at the surrounding courtyard.

"What a great flying knife." Ju Xiaoyue was shocked.

What they saw? Thirteen masters had already died, silently dead and were not discovered.

I don't have the ability to kill people like this.

Suxin frowned.

This Feihong Divine Sword is really a powerful weapon for killing people, silently and unexpectedly caught off guard. It is obvious that these thirteen masters were killed without any precautions.

And the white lights were still flashing, silently reaping their lives. When they were talking, two more masters fell down.

Suxin said softly: "He is going to be exposed."

Xu Zhiyi nodded.

Chu Xiaoyue snorted: "He was exposed, wouldn't he be dead? Sister Xu wants to save him?"

Xu Zhiyi nodded: "Since he is from the Nanwang Mansion now, how can he not save him when he dies?"

"Oh--!" Ju Xiaoyue sighed.

Not only do you not kill him, but you also have to save him. This world...

"Kill--!" Amid the roar, the eight old men suddenly rushed from one small courtyard to another.

Wan Zhen was calm and fluttered his hands, and a white light flashed like a terrifying sphere, and the four old men flew backwards into the air.

The remaining four old men were already approaching, and the shadow of the fist prints and palms enveloped him.

Wan Zhen's body flashed, trying to escape from the siege, but the four old men all had great martial arts and entangled him tightly.

"Bang bang!" He was punched and clenched, and blood was sprayed in the air.

The four old men chased after him and they were about to bear him off.

"Swish!" Two white lights flew out of his sleeves, shooting the two old men out of the yard and falling back to their original yard.

The other two old men changed slightly, and they turned around and left.

"Swish!" Two other white lights caught up with them and shot them back to their yard.

"Bang!" Wan Zhen hit the wall heavily and slid under the base of the wall.

"Cough cough cough cough cough..." He leaned against the wall to avoid severe coughing, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, and was seriously injured.

Especially just now, he forced his injuries and fired four swords. The power was amazing and the consumption was amazing, causing more injuries.

The three girls of Xu Zhiyi appeared silently in front of him.

Wan Zhen barely suppressed the cough, his cheeks had a strange blush, but his face turned pale, as if he was applying cinnabar on white paper.

Xu Zhiyi shook her head gently, and several finger forces fell on him from the air. His rapid breathing became longer and slow in an instant.

Wan Zhen stared at Xu Zhiyi in surprise. Such a magical skill was unheard of, and his injuries seemed to have disappeared in an instant.

Xu Zhiyi said: "Let's go, you still have to rely on the formation."

"It's time for the formation to be activated?" Wan Zhen frowned and looked at Xu Zhiyi and the others' courtyard, and said worriedly: "The maze formation is amazing, so I have to be careful."

Xu Zhiyi said: "Since you are from the Southern Prince's Mansion, you should know that the formations of our Southern Prince's Mansion are unparalleled in the world. Using formations in front of us is ridiculous."

Wan Zhen really didn't know this, and looked at her in confusion.

"Let's go." Xu Zhiyi shook her sleeves, and she flew up and landed on their yard with the three of them.

People saw them in the air and rushed over to chase them. As soon as they stepped into the courtyard, they fell one after another.

The energy in the body stopped flowing, as if a snake was hibernating, and no matter how it was activated, it was lazy and powerless.

They were surprised and leaned closely together. The feeling of the bad feeling became stronger and stronger. Then they saw white light coming.

"Escape!" Everyone hissed and rushed out with their physical strength, trying to avoid the flying knife.

But although they are fast, they are not as fast as flying knives.

White light shot into their bodies, and they fell to the ground, screaming and scolding endlessly.

Chu Xiaoyue looked at Wan Zhen standing on the wall: "Wen, how many flying knives do you have?"
Chapter completed!