This question shocked everyone on the spot.

Wei Yang sighed, as if he had expected it.

Cheng Qianli was helpless and felt that Jiulang was too impulsive.

Jin Lanzhou was stunned, his eyes widened.

A rankless Tiqi pushed a powerful Qianhu to this point.

He is already capable and capable enough!

If word gets out, it will definitely become famous.

But Ji Yuan was unwilling to settle the matter and let it go!

What else does he want?

What else could happen?

Do you really want a fifth-grade court official and a third-level warrior who has exchanged blood for six times to pay you with your life and blood?

Hoo ho ho!

The night wind was cold and the birds were silent.

At this time, Nanmen Hutong was completely quiet.

Being so contradicted and humiliated in public, Meng Changhe's face turned livid, and he laughed angrily:

"Who am I, my lord, and what is your identity? Are you worthy of asking me for an explanation?

Ji Jiulang, I would like to advise you, young people should not be too popular, otherwise they will not be able to go far."

Meng Changhe never expected that he would give in and choose to let this idiot go.

The other party also dared to be stubborn and come to seek his misfortune.

The clay figure still has three points of anger, not to mention that this Meng Qianhu is not a good person who eats fast and chants Buddha's name.

His eyes were slightly cold and he took a step forward.

The Qianhu official uniform embroidered with the golden-winged roc vibrated violently, pulling the billowing air currents ten steps around, exuding a powerful power.

After six exchanges of blood, internal and external transformation, the martial arts realm is enough to dazzle everyone in the courtyard!

"Meng Qianhu, you kicked open the door of my house, you were the one who pointed out the crime, and you were the one who wanted to arrest him.

These four words of apology were said by you yourself!

How come in the end, I turned out to be such an ignorant person?"

Ji Yuan held the waist knife with his right hand and spoke in a calm but powerful voice.

Now that the secretary of Qin Tian Jian has changed his mind, he might as well be more "unbridled".

"Even if he is a virtuous and eminent monk who spits out lotus flowers and makes stubborn people nod,

A Confucian sage who is full of benevolence, justice and etiquette,

Without earth-shaking profound cultivation, who would be willing to listen to their great principles?"

Meng Changhe sneered twice and said sarcastically:

"Ji Jiulang, no matter how sharp your words are tonight, if you talk dryly, will you hurt a single hair on my head?"

Ji Yuan took a deep breath. He did not expect Meng Changhe to care about his face and keep his promise to commit suicide on the spot.

"There are eighty thousand words in the world, but none of them can kill people.

But I still have a knife in my hand, so I can ask Meng Qianhu for justice!"

Ji Yuan pushed forward hard with his thumb, straightening the blade and unsheathing it half an inch, exuding a bright light.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense!

Everyone present held their breath and looked at the two people confronting each other.

The clothes trembled and the hunter made a hunting sound.

Just like the cloud eagle fighting the roc!

I don’t know who wins and who loses!

"Old Wei, this boy you value is not very young, but he has the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard. He is really fearless!"

Cheng Qianli walked to Wei Yang's side and said with emotion.

"Why are you, a member of a hundred households in Fusi, Beizhen, coming here to come together? Aren't you afraid that Meng Changhe will slip into your shoes?"

Coach Wei, who has a body like an iron tower, has an expressionless face, and his muscles and bones are trembling slightly.

It's like a big bow drawn into a full moon, ready to go!

“That bitch Lin Lu has someone to back him up, so don’t I have someone above me?

Meng Changhe is from the Fusi Qianhu in Beizhen, Master Xu is also from the Fusi Qianhu in Beizhen, I'm afraid of him!"

Cheng Qianli lowered his voice and said angrily.

"It's just that together, we may not be his opponent. It's not easy to directly help Jiulang..."

A look of determination flashed across Wei Yang's rough face, and he said in a deep voice:

"I can do it myself, I don't need you to come.

In Beizhen Fusi, the following are serious crimes, so don’t get involved."

Cheng Qianli's expression suddenly changed and he asked:

"Wei Hulu, what do you mean? Look down on people? Do you think I will be afraid of trouble? I was also killed at Shuofeng Pass!"

His broad palm gently pressed Cheng Qianli's shoulder, and Wei Yang said word by word:

"You have your own future, don't ruin it for me."

Cheng Qianli's forehead burst with veins and he said angrily:

"Other people's future is important, what about your own?"

There was a smile on Wei Yang's lips, but he didn't say anything else.

Nearly ten years have been wasted, and there is no future left. All that is left is the spirit that has not been wiped out by the world.

This small courtyard is so quiet that you can hear the needle drop.

Ji Yuan thought, there were about thirty steps between him and Meng Changhe.

Stand upright and at full speed, you can cross it in just one breath.

"One knife...just like killing Lin Lu!

The strength, energy and blood are condensed into one, pursuing the ultimate speed, ruthlessness and accuracy!"

The Bailian Sword was unsheathed for another half inch, and the pores all over Ji Yuan's body closed.

He held his breath tightly and allowed it to run around with his limbs and bones.

It's like adding a fire to the furnace!

It's even more powerful!

"Ji Yuan, you are the most courageous person I have ever seen!"

Meng Changhe's face was gloomy and he said indifferently.

He felt the fierce murderous intent spurting out from the opponent, which triggered the majestic blood and energy in his body that was as thick as mercury slurry.

But I still haven't figured it out in my heart, why on earth does this little Tiqi, with his mud legs, dare to wield a knife against Qianhu?

"What a coincidence, Meng Qianhu, you are also the least talkative person I have ever seen."

Ji Yuan said calmly.

He was not in the mood to play around with Meng Changhe.

The spine trembles and rises, the waist sinks slightly, and the feet, wrists, and waist are connected into one.

Turn the air-splitting palm into a sword technique, and rush over immediately!

"Who is Ji Yuan, Ji Jiulang?"

Suddenly, a soft voice sounded from outside the door, interrupting the moment.

Everyone turned around and saw a young eunuch wearing a blue robe with a white face and no beard.

There are python patterns on the chest, and one can tell at a glance that he has an official rank, and he is definitely not an ordinary eunuch in the palace.

"This father-in-law, which seat are you in..."

Meng Changhe's heart moved and he asked.

"Are you Jikuro?"

The young eunuch glanced casually, interrupted and asked.
To be continued...