But she is not afraid of the other party cheating.

"Young Master Jiang, you are so polite. Ye Zhaoyan is just a weak woman. Her martial arts skills are false rumors and just a false show. How can she compare with a talented person like Mr. Jiang? Mr. Jiang, please don't make fun of Zhaoyan."

!" Ye Zhaoyan pretended to be frightened and lowered his head.

"Miss Ye is joking, but what I say is from the bottom of my heart." Jiang Yehan smiled and shook his head, looking like a humble gentleman.

Ye Zhaoyan said no more, but waited quietly for the other party to attack.

Sure enough, Jiang Yehan immediately said: "Jiang thinks he lacks talent in martial arts. I wonder if Miss Ye can give me some advice?"

His eyes fell on the sword carried by the maid beside Ye Zhaoyan, and his eyes flashed with strong interest.

He had extraordinary eyesight, and when he saw the sword worn by Ye Zhaoyan, he recognized that the sword was not ordinary.

Ye Zhaoyan glanced at him and knew what he was doing.

She smiled slightly and said, "To be honest with Mr. Jiang, I am not very proficient in martial arts skills. I have been practicing swordsmanship when I was on the border. Unfortunately, although I have some experience in swordsmanship, I don't know how to control the force. As a result, the sword has no eyes and accidentally hurts.

Someone else."

As she spoke, she watched Jiang Yehan's reaction.

Sure enough, Jiang Yehan's eyes changed, with a hint of contemplation.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a discussion. It won't hurt my life. As long as Miss Ye doesn't mean to hurt me, anything will be fine." Jiang Yehan still had a smile on his face, looking gentle and elegant.

When Ye Zhaoyan heard this, he felt even more confident that the Jiang Yehan in front of him was here for her.

She smiled and nodded, "Okay! Since Mr. Jiang is so sincere to me, how can I refuse people thousands of miles away? Let's give it a try. No matter whether we win or lose, Mr. Jiang doesn't have to take it to heart."

When Jiang Yehan heard this, he slightly chinned his head and said, "Miss Ye, please come with me."

The two of them walked away together, and the buzz around them suddenly became louder.

Especially the noble ladies looked surprised when they saw Jiang Yehan taking Ye Zhaoyan away in person.

Although Jiang Yehan was not from a high family background, he was a well-known and talented person from the Jiang family. He could not be summoned by anyone else. How come he was so warm to a girl he just met today? It was really rare.

"Sister Tan, what is this woman's background? Could it be that she is a member of the royal family?" a beautiful woman wearing a lotus silk satin skirt whispered.

Hearing this, the plump woman in a long floral dress felt a little confused in her eyes, "I have seen royal ladies before, but I have never seen such a face."

"That's strange..."

Jiang Yehan quickly took Ye Zhaoyan to a secluded courtyard.

This courtyard occupies a very large area, and is surrounded by a layer of light mist. The flowers and plants around it are also very dense, and many branches are stretched out. Under the sun, they are like living creatures, emitting

A rustling sound.

Ye Zhaoyan and Jiang Yehan came to an open space and stopped.

Jiang Yehan turned to the followers behind him and said, "You go and have a rest first."

Jiang Yehan's entourage retreated respectfully.

Zhuyu and Ying'er handed the sword to Ye Zhaoyan, with a hint of worry in their eyes.

Ye Zhaoyan gently shook his head at them.

"Miss Ye, please." Jiang Yehan made an inviting gesture.

"Please." Ye Zhaoyan nodded slightly, took a few steps, and then suddenly pulled out his long sword.

The tip of the sword was pointed at Jiang Yehan, and a cold sword glow emerged from the tip of the sword.

Jiang Yehan glanced at her, his expression unchanged, and a dark blue long sword in his hand quietly unsheathed.

Ye Zhaoyan flicked his wrist and swung his long sword instantly, stabbing towards Jiang Yehan.

Jiang Yehan tapped his toes, jumped up, and easily avoided her attack.

The tip of the sword pierced the air, Ye Zhaoyan immediately stopped his move, swung the sword again, and stabbed again.

Jiang Yehan was so short that he could barely avoid the sword.

He was very good at lightness. After Ye Zhaoyan's long sword pierced the air, he stepped forward and immediately drew out his sword to attack Ye Zhaoyan.

He has a graceful posture, and every move is as smooth as clouds and flowing water. He is relaxed and natural. He seems careless, but every time he draws his sword, there is an unpredictable swordsmanship.

The two quickly fought each other.

Ye Zhaoyan has a slender figure, but his movements are neat and crisp, and every move is full of murderous intent.

She drew her sword sharply, and the tip of the sword kept stabbing Jiang Yehan's vital parts.

Jiang Yehan swayed and avoided her fierce attack.

While avoiding Ye Zhaoyan's attack, he smiled and praised: "Ms. Ye is truly worthy of being a woman."

"Excessive praise." Ye Zhaoyan suppressed the smile on his face, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, he showed no mercy, and his sword moves were fierce and deadly.

Jiang Yehan was unhurried and narrowly dodged Ye Zhaoyan's attack. With a little tip of his toes, he jumped into the air lightly and swept his long sword across. Every move was tricky, and the light and shadow of the sword kept flickering around Ye Zhaoyan.

When Ye Zhaoyan saw this, he was secretly shocked.

This man deserves to be from Prince Qing's Mansion, and he is indeed very capable.

The two people moved quickly, and several moves were passed in a few breaths. Ye Zhaoyan spun the sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword pierced Jiang Yehan's chest. Jiang Yehan avoided it lightly, and the sword in his hand quickly

Fight the past.

"boom......"

Ye Zhaoyan's long sword and the tip of the sword collided hard together.

Mars bursts.

Ye Zhaoyan's arm went numb and he almost lost his sword.

She hurriedly stabilized her body, flipped her wrist, and under her control, the sword changed its trajectory and struck Jiang Yehan's neck.

This blow was unexpected. Jiang Yehan had no time to dodge and was about to be defeated by Ye Zhaoyan.

"Clang!"

A harsh impact sound came, and a huge black object flashed in front of Ye Zhaoyan's eyes, and he hurriedly avoided it. Under the force of the rush, the sword in his hand shook violently, and the long sword deflected by more than a foot, and pierced into the person next to him.

In the tree trunk, the sword edge penetrated deeply into the tree trunk.

Ye Zhaoyan's body fell backwards involuntarily, and he was about to fall out violently.

At this time, her hand was held by a pair of slender hands.

Jiang Yehan grabbed Ye Zhaoyan's sword-holding wrist with one hand, pulled Ye Zhaoyan into his arms, and wrapped his other hand around her waist to stabilize her body.

Ye Zhaoyan raised his eyes and faced Jiang Yehan's handsome face with a gentle smile.

Her body was held in Jiang Yehan's arms, and the distance between the two was extremely close, so close that she could feel his hot breath on her cheeks.

Her skin is fair and tender, her facial features are delicate and dignified, her brows carry a rare heroic spirit, her long and curly eyelashes flutter like butterflies, her nose is straight, and her whole person exudes an aura that is repulsive to others.

, which makes people want to find out.

A strange color flashed in Jiang Yehan's eyes. He stared at Ye Zhaoyan with burning eyes, as if he wanted to peek into her soul through her skin.

"Mr. Jiang, thank you very much." Ye Zhaoyan broke away from him and avoided Jiang Yehan's fiery gaze.

Jiang Yehan raised his eyebrows slightly, with a smile on his lips, "Why do you need to say thank you, Miss Ye? This is what I should do."
Chapter completed!