Chapter 229 Red Armor and Silver Spear Meng Feixue
Bloody mist floated on the long street.
The pungent smell of blood seemed to remind everyone that everything in front of them was not an illusion.
That young Tai Sui from Wangcheng who was usually domineering and arrogant was indeed beaten to a pulp.
For a moment, it seemed as if half the city was dead silent.
The crowd on the street seemed to have been cast a restraining spell, and they all froze in place.
Even the wind seemed to freeze.
The first ones to wake up were the two men in red armor.
"Eighth Young Master..."
They screamed like slaughtering pigs, rolling and crawling towards the pile of meat residue.
Then, he just fell to the ground, howling and crying, which was a hundred times more painful than when his parents died.
It really makes the listener sad and the listener shed tears.
Wow...
next moment.
The whole street seemed to have thawed, and there was a shocking movement.
"This guy has the heart of a bear but the guts of a leopard. How dare he kill the eighth son of the Taiwei Mansion?"
"It's so tragic, not even the body was left behind."
"Can these boys leave the royal city alive? Why haven't the Gu family dug up their ancestral graves yet?"
Besides the royal family members, who else dares to provoke this little Tai Sui?
Not to mention, it was beaten to pieces.
"Hey, this kid Gu Hanxing is used to suppressing us. This time he encountered a tough problem. He died well, he died well!"
A rich man from aristocratic family was extremely happy.
In the dandy circle of this royal city, Gu Hanxing is the leader.
Among other dandies, big and small, there were only a few who took good notice of him.
Gu Hanxing's bad reputation spread to the court every now and then, giving his father, the lieutenant, a headache.
How did Gu Qingyuan feel about being shot in the street this time?
Anyway, for the dandy circle in the royal city, it is a great event that everyone celebrates.
"No matter how prodigal Gu Hanxing is, he is still the son of a Taiwei after all. If this matter gets too big, these guys may not end well."
Many young men from aristocratic families unanimously agreed with this point of view.
After learning Gu Hanxing's identity, Xuanyuan Yi, Nangong Li and others all looked solemn.
In any case, the other party is the son of the Taiwei!
But Yu Tianzheng had a calm face, a heroic spirit in his mind, and said in an extraordinary and domineering manner: "Isn't it that monks like us who pursue supreme force do it for the sake of gratification and revenge?"
"Just a worldly dude has tied my hands and feet, so how can I practice any way?"
"What about the son of a Taiwei? Could he be more terrifying than gods and demons? I can kill gods and demons as a practitioner, but is it possible that I can't kill a worldly dandy?"
This statement is simply shocking.
Everyone present, whether it was Qin Mo and others, or the monks hidden in the crowd, were all speechless by the question.
Why is he fighting in heaven?
The personal disciple of the great elder of Fulong Sect!
He is also a descendant of an ancient god!
In terms of identity and bloodline, how many dimensions higher than Gu Hanxing is it?
Those ignorant people, who have been influenced by the imperial power for a long time, think that the royal family is the first in the world, and the Taiwei Mansion is second.
As everyone knows, in Yu Tianzheng's eyes, Taiwei's Mansion is nothing.
"It's still the familiar Boss Yu."
Nangong Li smiled bitterly.
He suddenly remembered the time when he was dominated by Yu Tianzheng in the Nangong family.
These words are almost meaningless when others say them.
But when it came out of Yu Tianzheng's mouth, it was really impressive.
At this point, even Qin Mo had to accept it.
"If you have angered Senior Brother Yu, you are quite unlucky."
Qin Mo sighed softly, feeling somewhat sympathetic to the little Tai Sui who he had never met before and died tragically in front of him.
"Fulong Sect, you are bullying others too much!"
Han Xuanli's face was twisted, and his eyes seemed to be bursting with fire.
Gu Hanxing died in front of him. No matter what the reason was, he could not escape the blame.
No matter how detached you are from the Fulong Sect.
In this royal city, the dignity of the Taiwei Mansion cannot be lost.
Before Han Xuanli could get angry, people in red armor kept coming from all directions on the street.
Gu Hanxing's death has already alarmed the Taiwei Mansion.
As soon as the red armor came out, the people on the street fled in all directions, hiding as far as they could.
The bustle is nice to watch, but you have to save your life.
The long street was surrounded by three thousand red armors, with a huge momentum.
Most people would have been frightened out of their wits, but Qin Mo and his party didn't have any big feelings.
After all, they had just returned from Tianqian City and experienced a fight.
Compared to these 3,000 red armors, Snow Country's 300,000-strong army was even more shocking.
"You were the one who killed the Eighth Young Master?"
Among the crowd, a young woman wearing red armor and a silver gun stared at Qin Mo and his group with a stern look.
The woman is tall, has handsome features, and bright and sharp eyes.
A long ponytail is tied behind her back, fluttering in the wind.
She stood holding a spear, she was beautiful and sassy, which attracted many people's attention.
Seeing this woman, Long Qianyu immediately felt ashamed.
The most powerful person in the Taiwei Mansion, the red-armored commander, the Spear King Meng Feixue!
The Dragon Burying Spear in her hand is a top-grade mysterious weapon, even better than Qin Mo's Thunder Cloud Spear.
"General Meng, you came at the right time. Please defend the dignity of the Taiwei Mansion!"
Han Xuanli, who was over fifty years old, actually bowed to this young woman, completely ignoring the eyes of others.
There is no order of learning, the master is the teacher.
In front of Meng Feixue, he had no pride whatsoever.
Even the archery skills that he was proud of were just leftovers from Meng Feixue's fun.
Only Meng Feixue didn't bother to care about it, so he got the title of the first archery master of Taiwei Mansion.
Gu Qingyuan once gave her the highest praise: if you get a silver spear and fly like snow, you can compete with thousands of troops.
"He's a master."
Examining the woman in red armor and silver spear in front of him, Qin Mo was secretly frightened.
He still couldn't see through the other party's depth, which showed that his realm was far above his own.
It is simply unbelievable that such a real dragon can be hidden in the world.
"I ask again, did you kill the Eighth Young Master?"
Meng Feixue stared at Qin Mo and his group with sharp eyes.
"It's not us, it's me."
Yu Tianzheng answered very simply.
"Then I won't accuse you unjustly."
Meng Feixue's eyes narrowed.
A bit of cold light burst out, and the gun shot out like a dragon.
This shot must be powerful and powerful, and powerful.
It's really eye-catching.
"This is somewhat interesting."
Yu Tianzheng is not angry but smiling, and his blood is stirring.
When the spear struck, a huge shadow appeared in front of his eyes, and the hands of gods and demons were like giant mountains, firmly blocking the blow.
Xuanyuan Yi, Nangong Li and others on the side were all shocked.
Yu Tianzheng finally understood this magical power, and he could summon the hands of gods and demons in the blink of an eye. This was not something ordinary people could do.
Meng Feixue's expression remained unchanged, her silver spear rose again, and her momentum soared to the sky.
Yu Tianzheng did not retreat even half a step, his soul eyes floated out, and his aura changed instantly.
"stop!"
But at this moment, a loud shout came from outside the city gate.
Immediately afterwards, a fast horse crossed the city gate and appeared on the street.
Hearing the sound of horse hooves, many people's expressions changed drastically.
The iron law of the royal city is that anyone who enters the city must dismount from his horse and draw his sword.
Who is so bold?
Whoosh!
A series of surprised looks were cast away.
But I saw that man riding a tall horse and carrying a long sword at his waist, breaking into the royal city in an open manner.
It’s none other than the northern garrison envoy, Han Changjun!