In Prince Bei's mansion, Prince Bei, who was wearing a python robe, was discussing with his staff how to entertain the second gentleman. An inexplicable heart palpitation made him feel irritable.
"Isn't Luo'er back yet?"
King Bei looked out the window solemnly and asked.
The staff member shook his head. If the Crown Prince came back, someone would naturally notify him.
"Let the guards go out to look for it and bring that little brat back to me right away!"
Looking at the dark clouds gradually gathering in the sky, King Bei's uneasiness became more and more intense.
Two streets away from the Beiwang Mansion, the changes in the battle just now caused other residents to hide. On the empty street, the Beiwang Crown Prince was pulled by the guards and ran all the way. Behind them, Yang Feng was strolling behind with Yang Yuling in his arms.
Then, the air became oppressive as Yang Feng approached.
"You...you go and stop him. When my father arrives, I will reward you heavily!"
The only remaining guard gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to escape for his life without looking back. He raised his speed to the limit and stopped Yang Feng? His five brothers and the other four had far better fighting skills than him. In the end, even that
The God of Death didn't even stay for a moment, so what could I do to stop him?
"Hang!"
When the sword light suddenly appeared, the guard felt his body go cold, and his chest had been penetrated by the broken sword. The sword was drawn out so fast that it was not even caught in the field.
"You're next."
Yang Feng looked at the Prince of the North indifferently. The cold and piercing murderous intention made the Prince of the North feel cold all over. Fear filled his eyes. His legs had softened uncontrollably. He could only watch quietly as Yang Feng lifted the broken sword.
sword.
"Who dares to hurt my son!"
The broken sword fell, and a soft light curtain shrouded in front of the Northern Prince. Furious sounds came from the Northern Prince's mansion, and the huge Longqi Mansion echoed with deafening roars.
"Buzz!"
The light curtain quickly shrank, turning into a pair of big hands and slapping Yang Feng.
"Hang!"
Yang Feng retreated and slashed out with his backhand sword. The gray sword light flashed across his big hand and exploded. A wave of energy surged up. Yang Feng turned around and let the wave of energy hit him.
The Northern King Bu Xianshan was leaking, but his actual cultivation level was about to reach the Tongxu realm. The waves of air still hit Yang Feng's heart, but fortunately, Yang Yuling in his arms was not affected.
When Yang Feng turned around, the Prince of the North was already being protected by a group of black-armored guards, the North King's Guards!
The Daxu feudal kings all had their own bodyguards, and according to the regulations of the Daxu Dynasty, the Northern King could support at least three thousand bodyguards.
"Haha, come and kill me. Come and kill me if you can. I tell you that if I don't die today, I will definitely arrest you and your sister and torture you to death!"
Prince Bei, who had just escaped from the brink of death, suddenly became arrogant again when he saw his own bodyguards. There was no way that three thousand bodyguards could not defeat a country boy.
Yang Feng had already planned to retreat, but when he heard the words of Prince Bei, murderous intent surged in his eyes again, and he wanted to kill all threats to Yang Yuling.
Although the escorts were large in number and well-equipped, their cultivation level was beyond the realm of transformation, so it would not be difficult to kill the Prince of the North.
"Linger, be good, go and hide aside."
The roar from the North King just now showed that he already knew that the Crown Prince of the North had been attacked, and he might come in person to face the North King who was about to enter the Tongxu realm, plus three thousand guards who wanted to protect Yang Yuling.
It is extremely difficult to inflict damage, so letting Yang Yuling hide is the best option.
Yang Yuling glanced at the murderous guards, her little face turned pale with shock, she glanced at Yang Feng cautiously and then ran to the street next to her.
There was no need to protect Yang Yuling's safety, so Yang Feng could attack with all his strength. The sword field opened smoothly, and the illusory yellow sword shadow slowly gathered above his head. The moment when the light bloomed, time began to slow down infinitely. Only Yang Feng's body was like a ghost shuttled through the black armor.
Among the guards, firm and cold eyes were fixed on the Northern Prince who was laughing with his mouth open.
As long as he kills him, he can escape far away with Ling'er. As long as he disguises himself well, it will be impossible for the Northern King to find him.
At the moment when the sword light was about to pierce through the Prince of the North, a golden dragon phantom soared from the Prince of the North's mansion. A dragon roar shattered the still time. The black-armored guards came to their senses in an instant, and several spears shot towards
Yang Feng stabbed.
"Dang-dang-dang."
The still time was broken, and Yang Feng immediately switched from offense to defense. He turned on the spot, sword flowers bloomed and forced the spear back. He tapped his toes and exited the siege of the escort.
"Golden Dragon of Luck."
Yang Feng glanced at the golden dragon shadow hovering over the Beiwang Mansion with a chill on his face. As the vassal king of the Daxu Dynasty, the Beiwang would naturally have the protection of the dynasty's luck, but he didn't expect that the Daxu Emperor would actually trust some of his luck.
The golden dragon was handed over to King Bei and asked him to be responsible for nourishing the luck golden dragon with the public opinion of Longqi Mansion.
"Your Majesty, the Luck Golden Dragon is too important to be released!"
In Prince Bei's mansion, the staff's eyes were beating wildly as they looked at the Golden Luck Dragon above their heads. His Majesty had asked Northern King to guard it. But just using the Golden Dragon of Luck had consumed at least five years of public opinion, so he used it secretly.
This is a serious crime of rebellion!
King Bei's originally calm face turned ferocious at this moment, and he roared: "Do you want to see my only heir die? This is all the fault of that assassin, I will cut him into pieces!"
In anger, King Bei's momentum was like a huge wave. The staff next to him felt that his chest was heavy and did not dare to say a word. To persuade King Bei at this time was to seek death.
"I need a suitable reason to report to Your Majesty."
King Bei rushed out of King Bei's mansion without saying a word, leaving only a few staff members who looked at me and looked at you. It seemed that they could not escape from this ship that deceived the emperor and made a fool of themselves. They must either die now or take a gamble.
Help King Bei to deceive His Majesty.
On the street, Yang Feng's expression became more and more gloomy. He had already felt that the Northern King was approaching. The Luck Golden Dragon could break through all means, at least for him. Any suppression was not something he felt. Although the three swords were overbearing, he could not
Their cultivation level limits their power. If they have the cultivation level of Dongming, any one of the three swords will be able to kill the Luck Golden Dragon.
With the protection of the Luck Golden Dragon, the stasis of time will have no effect on Bei Wang. A head-on fight will only hurt both sides. It doesn't matter if he is alone, but there is Yang Yuling beside him.
"I will come back sooner or later to kill you."
Yang Feng didn't have the slightest intention of staying, and he quickly retreated, picked up Yang Yuling, and ran away quickly.
The guards just stood there quietly, not moving despite the angry roars of the Northern Prince. They were the guards of the Northern Prince, not the Northern Prince. The military order was to protect the Northern Prince and they would never disobey it.
After a few breaths, King Bei appeared in mid-air wearing a python robe. He glanced coldly and found that Yang Feng had escaped. Only his only son was roaring angrily over there, and the anger rushed into his mind.
"Shut up!"
King Bei struck out with a palm out of thin air, and the huge force directly knocked the prince of the King away.
It's all the fault of this treacherous son. Now the Luck Golden Dragon has been suffering from public opinion for five years, and he hasn't been caught yet. How can I explain it to His Majesty?
Although the vassal king deliberately acted rampantly, he was still under the control of Emperor Daxu. Longqi Mansion could be handed over to him or to other vassal kings.
"Take the prince back. I want to know all the information about the assassin and notify the city guards to seal the city gate. From now on, no one is allowed to enter or leave Longqi Mansion. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed without mercy!"
"Let the Master of Longqi Mansion come to see me!"
"Inform the remaining two thousand guards outside the city to return to the city immediately. I have something for them to do!"
After issuing a series of orders, King Bei carried the Crown Prince Bei, who had been knocked unconscious, back to the mansion with one hand.
Sensing the strange movement in the city, the people of Longqi Mansion began to panic, and the city gates were closed. What big thing happened?
While people were panicking, Yang Feng took Yang Yuling back to the inn calmly.
"Brother, did I get into trouble?"
Yang Yuling lowered her head as if she had made a big mistake.
"It has nothing to do with you, it's just that our departure time will be postponed."
How could he not feel it when the city gate was closed and two thousand guards entered the palace? It seemed that the Northern King was already impatient and would definitely arrest him as a scapegoat, otherwise the crime of secretly using the Luck Golden Dragon would be enough to make him irrecoverable.
Now it is more difficult to borrow the teleportation array to go to the imperial capital. I don’t know if the relationship with the treasure collector’s clerk will allow me to borrow the teleportation array.
In the Beiwang Mansion, the Beiwang and the Master of Longqi Mansion were sitting together. The Crown Prince of the North was kneeling tremblingly. This was the first time that he felt his father's anger. He, who was usually so pampered and arrogant, did not dare to say a word.
"Draw a picture of the person who attacked you. If there is any deception, I will skin you!"
Normally, when his son comes back from trouble, he can end it calmly, but today it involves the Luck Golden Dragon. If this kid dares to make nonsense and no one is caught, King Bei is not going to be soft. Even if he searches for souls, he will still find the assassin.
.
If the son is gone, he can still be born, but if he is gone, then he is really gone.
Prince Bei quickly picked up a pen and paper and quickly drew Yang Feng's face. A moment later, the disguised portrait of Yang Feng appeared in the hands of Bei Wang.
The master of Longqi Mansion next to him wiped his cold sweat, looked at the frowning King Bei and asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, is there something wrong with this portrait?"
King Bei snorted coldly, took the brush and started drawing on the paper next to him, and soon Yang Fengzhen's face appeared on the paper.
"Yang Feng!"
Seeing Yang Feng's face, King Bei's eyes gleamed. He didn't expect that his stupid son would accidentally run into the most wanted criminal in the court.
The Master of Longqi Mansion frowned and compared the two portraits, he was shocked to find that the person drawn by Prince Bei actually matched Yang Feng in terms of appearance and eyes. He just made some simple disguises.
"I didn't expect it to be this Yang Feng. I'll ask the government officials below to search for him!"
If it is Yang Feng, then the crime of using the Luck Golden Dragon may be smaller. After all, this murderer even killed seven of the Zoroastrian Cult's Tianbianjing. Using the Luck Golden Dragon to protect the safety of Long Qi's Mansion does not sound like an excuse.
So high-sounding.
As he thought about it, the tension on Bei Wang's face relaxed slightly, but all this was based on him catching Yang Feng.
Suddenly, a servant from outside the door came quickly and whispered: "The second gentleman of the college is here."
King Bei raised his eyebrows and showed joy. If he could use the second gentleman of the academy to help arrest people, then the chances would be greater.
"Lock up the traitor. No one is allowed to let him out without my order!"