Chapter 232 Yang Ke is here [Please vote]
"You old man, do you really want to fight with me?" I muttered and quickly dodged.
He didn't say much, but turned around and attacked my face again with his hands like a fierce eagle. Along with his palms came an internal force that was like a mountain pressing down on my head.
"Uncle, aren't you being too sincere?" I quickly gathered my thoughts and focused my eyes on the other person's.
"What? There is truth and falsehood in fighting? What's fake can't be real, and what's real can't be fake. How can you be sure that I'm a martial arts fanatic?" The old man flipped his body and actually used a move that was like the return of the queen.
I quickly put my thoughts into perspective and yelled at the old man, "Sleepy Yang?"
He froze in his tracks, and his hands indeed slowed down a beat.
I took advantage of the situation and threw a wisp of powder in my hand at him.
Before he could react, I turned around and stood beside him, then pressed his acupoints with one hand.
Seeing that he couldn't move, I chuckled and said, "Uncle, don't be angry. I'll tell you a person's name, and I guarantee you'll be willing to listen."
"Humph, there are so many names in this world. Why should I, an old man, listen to you?" The old man was a little angry.
I looked around and whispered, "Uncle, do you know Yang Dadan? Do you know Shijiawan?"
"Who are you?" The old man looked angry and a little surprised.
"Haha, well, of course I will tell you this, but not now." I glanced at the audience.
The old man's eyes were as big as bells, and all kinds of doubts were revealed in his eyes.
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"Fight, why don't you fight?"
"Why do these two seem to be acting?"
"Yes, yes, I see that this woman is wearing a veil, so she must be ugly."
Seeing that the martial arts fanatic was controlled by the princess, the audience kept booing, and no one was hoping for good things...
"Why don't these people look like ordinary people?" the old man muttered with a frown.
"That's right, uncle. We can't stay here for long, and this is certainly not the place to talk. Let's continue acting." I swung the sword into the air and it came out of its sheath.
This? Whatever! The old man waved his hand and the acupuncture points opened automatically.
I smiled and said, "Uncle, your spiritual power is indeed rare in the world."
He laughed, drew a dagger from his waist, and rushed forward with a "swish".
In a blink of an eye, I pretended to make mistakes and failed repeatedly, stumbling several times and looking like I was about to fall.
The noise became even louder and the foul language continued.
"Good job, old man. I want to see the face under the veil. How charming is it?"
"Haha, I'm afraid you'll regret it, brother. You might end up being an ugly freak."
When everyone heard this, they all agreed.
Offstage, Hai Xing'er winked at his men.
Ming Yan's face was filled with joy.
Obviously, if Yang Baitian fails, he will be the biggest beneficiary. He wants gold and silver, and even more so beauties, especially the fairy beads that are the embodiment of the spiritual energy in the world. He cannot let his third brother get them for free.
"Is the Sect Master happy or unhappy?" Hai Xing'er came over at some point.
"That depends on whether the monarch wants me to be happy or not?" Ming Yan glanced at Yang Baitian who was gradually losing on the stage. He didn't intend to hide the smile on his face, but instead showed a sly smile at the corner of his mouth.
"You, you, don't forget our cooperation?" Hai Xing'er was extremely depressed.
"Alright, alright, my lord, the relationship between us is incomparable to anyone else's. Why are you getting angry about this?" Ming Yan approached Hai Xing'er with a wicked smile and casually put a strand of hair on her cheek behind her ear.
Hai Xing'er's face turned red, and her anger just now disappeared. She just said in a soft voice: "This is outside."
"Lord, a woman is more beautiful when she is not angry." Ming Yan's pretty face was a bit frivolous, with raised eyebrows and lips as if smiling, but not quite close. "My Lord, I think you will be the flower protector today?" Hai Xing'er leaned softly in the other's arms.
"What? Your Majesty, don't you know that domestic flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers?" Ming Yan grinned like a gangster.
Ah, help! As the princess fell off the stage, several men who were cheering in the audience suddenly screamed.
Seeing his spy being killed, Hai Xing'er's face turned pale and he became angry again.
"Yes, yes, immortals, the immortal tiger cavalry are coming?" Someone in the crowd shouted.
With the sound of neighing of war horses, dozens of cavalrymen came like a mountain.
"He's coming?" As the shouts came one after another, Haixing'er hurriedly lowered her head.
Upon hearing the voice, Ming Yan hurriedly hid behind the crowd and knelt down.
"Meet the Lord."
"Meet the Lord."
For a moment, everyone prostrated themselves on the ground. No one dared to raise their heads to look at him. The world seemed to stand still at this moment.
"Who are you and how dare you not kneel?" Li Ye pointed his sword at the dazed martial arts fanatic.
The martial arts fanatic remained motionless, seemingly having no reaction to the scolding in front of him.
"Someone, come and arrest this unruly person, General." Li Ye's voice was like a loud bell, and the people kneeling on the ground were trembling with fear.
"Li Ye." Xi Ye stretched out his hand and made a gesture to silence him.
"Yes, master." Li Ye sheathed his sword and rode his horse back a few steps.
"You, who are you?" The martial arts fanatic glanced at the handsome young man on the horse, then turned back to look at the girl who just disappeared out of thin air, and muttered to himself.
This is obviously an extremely handsome man, but he is born with the aura of a king who dominates the world.
He was wearing a dark narrow-sleeved python robe with auspicious clouds embroidered with gold thread on the cuffs, a vermilion white jade belt around his waist, and a white jade exquisite waist pendant on it. His eyes were sharp and deep, giving people an unconscious sense of oppression.
Xi Ye frowned slightly, and some doubts arose in his heart: "Do you know where the woman who fought with you went?"
"Girl? A Baitian girl?" Wu Chi's dull eyes suddenly brightened up.
Hearing this, Li Ye urged his horse forward and said, "Master, why is this old man so strange?"
"Tian'er, Tian'er, I know where you went." Wu Chi's eyes were full of excitement.
Xi Ye looked around and indeed did not see the girl, so he said, "Li Ye, take him back to the barracks."
"Yes." Li Ye flipped over and attacked Wu Chi, trying to grab him back on the horse.
"You have such a trivial trick, and you dare to catch me." Wu Chi pointed his toes and lightly flew in front of Xiye's horse.
"Boy, if you want to find your wife, you have to get past this old man first." Wu Chi laughed, but his body went into Xiye's arms like a clever monkey.
Xi Ye's face turned cold, and he clapped his hands and flew several meters away.
Without waiting for the old man to reply, he slapped the old man on the back with a Lingbo Palm Technique: "Uncle, why are you so unreasonable?"
"You handsome young man, why don't you ask me what is the relationship between me and your wife?" Wu Chi laughed.
What is his relationship with Tian'er? Xiye became alert in his heart, but his expression remained normal.
"What? Are you afraid that I will hurt your sweetheart?" Wu Chi grinned and turned around to stand in front of Xiye's horse.
"Boy, I watched you grow up. Your wife was reincarnated as a human with the help of me, an old man. Why don't you thank me?" Wu Chi ignored everyone's gazes and stared at the other person blankly.
"Master, this crazy old man is probably sick. Do you want me to kick him out?" Li Ye's brows were already wrinkled into a line, and his patience was at zero.
"Bah, you are the crazy one, you are sick, I am in good health." Wu Chi stomped his feet in anger.
(End of this chapter)
