Therefore, she will agree to Yan Wulu to pretend to be unconscious, and then they will go deep into the tiger's den to save Junxing Sword Master.
but……
Reality is always changing, and Jiang Yueling is never given any chance to react.
As soon as Jiang Yueling entered the snow valley, she was fascinated by the mist of medicine beside her.
The whole person's consciousness immediately fell into coma, and he didn't know what kind of situation he would be in next.
Later, I gradually regained some consciousness...
What we see in front of us is no longer the snow-capped scene of the Snow Valley, but instead looks like a kind of palace...an underground palace.
Jiang Yueling struggled to stand up, and then she realized that she had been stripped naked.
My consciousness is still a little confused...
Before Jiang Yueling fell down, a group of Snow Valley maids supported her and carried her to the bathing hot springs in Snow Valley.
Jiang Yueling felt that after her whole body was washed and combed by Xuegu's maid, she was sent directly to a bluestone table underground in the cave.
A piece of delicate red cloth gradually fell down, covering most of Jiang Yueling's body, leaving only the white lower legs and head area.
These are the detailed requirements of Yao Zhihong, the master of Yaowang Valley, for the "technique of harvesting yin and replenishing yang"...
When Yao Zhihong lifted the red cloth, it was the time when he began to collect yin and replenish yang.
Jiang Yueling's consciousness is very weak now.
Her body seemed to be out of control, and she could only half-squint her eyes, lying quietly on the bluestone table...
…
Snow Valley Cave.
The light of the moonstone shines faintly...
"My guard, I wonder what General Yao Valley Master is doing with him?"
Yan Wulu and Yao Zhihong were sitting opposite each other at a very long distance.
He pointed to the iron surface that reached to the ground and asked Yao Zhihong.
Yao Zhihong also turned to look at Tie Mian, smiled slightly, and said -
"Your Highness, please rest assured. This person is yours after all. Zhihong has no intention of killing him. He just used some ecstasy on the silver needle and let him sleep for a day. But..."
As Yao Zhihong was speaking, the conversation suddenly changed.
"... Zhihong's silver needle has too much internal force and damages his muscles and bones. Maybe this guard won't be able to fight anymore in a month or two."
When Yan Wulu heard this, he also knew that the other party could not trust him.
Is this Yao Zhihong reducing the combat power around him?
"Master Yao Valley will be merciful. As long as the guard's life is not harmed, it will be fine."
Yan Wulu's face was still full of emptiness and resignation.
He suddenly thought, if Yao Zhihong couldn't trust him, or if he saw his plan, then why did he still have the leisure to spend time with him here?
And if he didn't see it...
"Your Highness, don't you want to know what the great gift Zhihong has prepared is?"
"In addition to the eighth-grade elixir [Qianyuan Qingjing Dan], I wonder if there is anything else that even Valley Master Yao can call a great gift?" Yan Wulu asked calmly.
Yao Zhihong felt interesting...
He stood up slightly and walked back.
When the estimated distance was about the same, Yao Zhihong stopped and turned around.
"The great gift that Zhihong has prepared is exactly this - inviting the Crown Prince to observe with his own eyes... the 'Art of Gathering Yin and Replenishing Yang'!"
Yao Zhihong said.
Almost at the same time as the words were spoken, the gears of the mechanism turned, the hidden grid on the floor tiles of the palace opened, and a bluestone table rose from the depths of the cave.
Yao Zhihong stood behind the stone table.
And on the bluestone table, Jiang Yueling, who was almost semi-conscious, was lying...
The latter was only covered by a piece of exquisite square red cloth, and his graceful and concave figure, as well as his jade-white legs, were all clearly visible.
Yan Wulu suddenly stood up...
He was deceived by Yao Zhihong!
No, it should be - he underestimated Yao Zhihong.
He always thought that he was holding Yao Zhihong back.
As a result, unexpectedly, Yao Zhihong was always on track with his planned plan...
…
"Your Highness, don't you no longer need the Jiang family?"
"... He also agreed to give Jiang's family to Zhihong."
Yao Zhihong said, leaning forward slightly and sniffing above Jiang Yueling, "...Zhihong would not dislike such a fragrant body."
"Yao Zhihong, stop it!"
Yan Wulu quickly stepped forward, trying to take Jiang Yueling back and protect him behind him.
A gust of silver needle wind came.
Yan Wulu's [Tianling Root] could clearly sense the trajectory, and the [Emperor Sword] in his hand suddenly appeared, with a burst of light gold, cutting off all the silver needles.
Yao Zhihong obviously did not expect that this prince could react like this.
However, Yao Zhihong suddenly remembered that there were two great treasures in the opponent's body: [Supreme Bone] and [Tianling Root].
In this way, it is not impossible to achieve this.
"This long sword looks a bit like the handiwork of master swordsmith Jiang Xuanqing..."
Yao Zhihong suddenly spoke, and his words had nothing to do with Jiang Yueling.
Yan Wulu was a little troubled.
At that moment, he put a lot of energy into [Heavenly Spiritual Root], and he was able to cut off the opponent's casual attack with one sword.
"Yao Zhihong, do you want to make an enemy of the Zhenbei Army and my father?"
Yan Wulu already knew in his heart that a strong attack was hopeless.
He needs to delay as much time as possible...
Yao Zhihong raised his lips slightly, "Of course Zhihong would not dare to be the enemy of King Zhenbei."
"...But Zhihong also needs to live."
"...For Zhihong, the poison of inflammation is more deadly than King Zhenbei!"
Yan Wulu knew that the other party would not be easily scared off if he removed his father and the Zhenbei Army.
"Your Majesty, there is no need to worry too much."
As Yao Zhihong spoke, he took off his jade-encrusted black headband with his slender fingers, and his silver hair was spread loose...
"...Although I have lost a beauty, at least, Your Majesty, you can now observe with your own eyes... the skillful and perfect 'Art of Gathering Yin and Replenishing Yang'."
Yao Zhihong's words were long and cold...
Amidst the indifference, there is also a hint of joking.
And Yan Wulu couldn't bear it anymore...
The pale golden light suddenly appeared in the [Emperor Sword] in the hand!
A sword thrust.
Yao Zhihong even sensed a hint of sword intent from it...
I lament that the prince of Zhenbei is so talented in swordsmanship, but unfortunately...it is far from enough at the moment.
…
In a matter of moments, Yan Wulu had already stepped forward several times with the [Emperor Sword] and tried to snatch Jiang Yueling away.
Every time, he was only a size away from Jiang Yueling.
But there is no doubt that they were all repelled by Yao Zhihong in the end.
"The 'Technique of Gathering Yin and Replenishing Yang' is the most exquisite secret technique in the world."
Yao Zhihong used a row of silver needles, causing traces of blood to appear on Yan Wulu's body.
The other party didn't know whether he was obviously holding back because he was afraid of the power of Zhenbei Palace, or whether he was enjoying the toying in his heart.
He could clearly make Yan Wulu completely incapacitated with one blow, but he just knocked Yan Wulu back and stopped every time.
"...His Royal Highness, you can first observe with your own eyes what Zhihong does with Jiang, and then Zhihong will teach you the secrets of this method, and you can also try it on the spot."
"...This is a great opportunity that ordinary people can only dream of."
Yao Zhihong said, he had always looked cold before, but after talking about "the art of gathering yin and replenishing yang", he seemed to have a rare smile.
"Yao Zhihong, do you know what you are talking about?!"
Although Yan Wulu was at an extreme disadvantage at the moment, having consumed a lot of energy and was out of breath, he still had a resolute look on his face and a gloomy and fierce look.
"...Do you think that my prince would do such an unscrupulous thing with a dirty and shameless person like you?"
Yan Wulu dragged the [Emperor Sword] forward step by step, and the sword blade attached to the inner power of the blue sea drew little blue sparks on the stone brick floor.
