I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

Turned over and admitted to hospital.

Avoid patrolling guards.

Touched the outside of the backyard of Jing'an Hou Mansion.

Just as Old Man Xiang was about to enter, the Zunhun Banner in his arms trembled slightly.

"You're here again."

In the shadows, a big man holding a long knife stood in front of the old man Xiang.

"I actually broke through from the bone forging realm to the internal organs refining realm." The big man's voice was full of surprise and admiration.

The big man looked at the man in black.

It can be seen from his body shape and eyes that this person is no longer young.

The eyes are surrounded by deep wrinkles.

It's just that those eyes that seemed cloudy at first are now like burning flames.

To be able to break through the Zang refining process with an old body when Qi and blood are declining is a miracle for any martial arts practitioner.

Worthy of admiration.

However, if this person wanted to enter the Hou Mansion to do evil, Xue Yi would never agree.

He held down the sword to the old man and faced the big man.

He recognized this person, Xue Yi, the guard commander of the Wen family of Marquis of Jingan.

Even the prince respected this person very much.

For some unknown reason, he joined the Hou Mansion and became its guardian.

In the past, Old Man Xiang didn't think anything of it, but now that he has broken through the Zang Refining Realm, he finds that this person's aura is calm and rare.

The old man Xiang said nothing.

He once spoke to Xue Yi. If he spoke again, the other party might hear his true identity from his voice.

"Retreat quickly. I can still pretend that nothing happened. If you insist on breaking in."

"Today, please keep your life."

Xue Yi held the long knife and looked directly at the old man.

The face of the old man hidden under the black scarf was a little more ferocious.

Retreat?

He was already determined to die, so how could he retreat?

The bluestone cracked underfoot.

The old man pulled out his waist knife and went straight to Xue Yi.

Xue Yi frowned and stepped forward with his sword in hand.

"boom."

A collision of light.

The waist knife and the long knife hit a series of sparks.

While the inner energy surges.

There was a clang, and two knives passed by.

The knife hit the old man's waist and hurt his vitals.

There is no flaw in the sword technique of Bai Zhan.

But after all, he was holding the sword with his left arm, so he was not strong enough and ended up falling into the inferior position.

You can still compete at first, but over time you will definitely fall into a disadvantage.

With the decline of Qi and blood, the strength of the confrontation is gradually exhausted.

The old man's sword skills were fast, accurate and ruthless, but Xue Yi was different. He was powerful and heavy, as if he could crack mountains and split the ground.

The sword is three fingers wide and about six feet long, wide open and wide.

Like a warrior on the battlefield.

Tu Shanjun inside the banner shook his head slightly and gave up to the old man.

Xue Yi's sword skills are straight forward and are a battlefield knife.

But I can't help but think that people are young and enter the Zang refining period earlier.

When you are in your thirties or forties, your energy and blood are at their peak. Unlike the old man Xiang, your energy and blood have begun to decline in your fifties.

Old Xiang, the left-handed swordsman, will be defeated soon.

"Embroidered clothes and a hundred battle swords."

"You are from the Xiuyi Guards, right?"

"Could it be that they can't sit still anymore and want to harm the prince?" Xue Yi shook his neck. The warm-up was okay and it was almost over.

The old man's wrist trembled slightly, and he suddenly laughed miserably.

Too weak.

Too weak!

Even if he enters the Zang Refining Realm, he seems unable to take revenge.

Tushanjun felt that the old man was too anxious.

If he could master the Nether Spirit Technique, become a Qi Practitioner, and use magic to summon him, no one here would be his enemy.

Even the so-called immortal masters in the enshrinement building are nothing more than local chickens and dogs.

But Tushanjun knew that he couldn't be persuaded.

Just as he once couldn't persuade Li Qingfeng at all, now he can't persuade old man Xiang either.

"Bang."

The blade of the knife hit the old man Xiang hard.

He flew out, fell to the ground, opened his mouth and vomited blood, and his face suddenly turned pale.

The black scarf on his face was knocked off due to the blood spurting out, revealing his true face.

Although the moonlight was very pale, Xue Yi still saw Old Man Xiang's face.

"Xiang Baihu?"

Xue Yi was surprised, with surprise in his voice.

"It's you!"

Xiang supported the old man and stood up, holding the knife in his hand tightly.

"You are here to see the Crown Prince, I heard you have been here."

"I didn't expect you to break through the internal refining." The tense situation disappeared instantly, and Xue Yi seemed to be very happy about the arrival of the old man Xiang.

The old man Xiang was also a little stunned.

He didn't come to see the prince, he came to take revenge and kill someone.

But having already talked about it, he could only bite the bullet and get off the donkey.

I originally thought that Xue Yi and the Crown Prince were just acquaintances.

Now it seems that the situation is different, Xue Yi seems to be very concerned about the safety of the prince.

"That's right, the Marquis Mansion is blocked, so I can only make this decision." Old Man Xiang replied.

"I thought Commander Xue." Old Man Xiang didn't say anything more, but the look on his face showed that he was actually worried that Xue Yi was just a guard and was neutral about these things, and might prevent him from entering the Hou Mansion.

Xue Yi laughed: "I am the prince's swordsmanship instructor."

The master-disciple relationship is indeed extraordinary, although the teaching status of a wealthy family is not as good as that of the master.

But Xue Yi is different. He is a first-rate master of Zang Refining Realm.

"Let's go, I'll take you to find the Crown Prince."

Xue Yi just calmly put away his sword and turned around to lead the way to the old man.

The entire back was exposed to the old man's view.

As long as he makes a sneak attack on the old man, Xue Yi will definitely be killed or injured, and it will have to be seriously injured.

As long as Xue Yi dies, no one in the entire palace can stop him, a first-rate master of Zang Refining Realm.

Xiang held the sword tightly to the old man but did not make a move after all.

The prince had saved his life. If he killed Xue Yi, the prince would really have nothing to rely on in the future.

If you have a broken leg and no support, you will die.

In fact, after the man broke his leg, there was no possibility of treatment, and he was no longer the prince.

If there are healthy brothers, the old Marquis will definitely consider those people.

This is also the reason why the second room suddenly became tough.

Xue Yi was always observing Old Man Xiang.

Turning your back to him is actually a test in itself.

If he attacks the old man, he will definitely not be able to take him to find the crown prince, but will kill him instead.

Fortunately, Old Man Xiang didn't take action.

"It's true that there is no way out of mountains and rivers, and there is a village with dark willows and bright flowers." Tu Shanjun laughed dumbly.

I didn't expect that in such a disadvantaged situation, there would be a way out.

The two of them came to a small house in a confused manner.

No one is guarding this place, and the courtyard is dilapidated and remote.

Pushing open the door, the old man smelled a strong smell of medicine, and only the prince's attendant was busy.

"Has the prince rested?"

"Not yet."

The attendant quickly closed the door to the courtyard and invited the two of them to come in.

"Your Majesty, look who I brought here." Xue Yi lowered his voice.

"Master Xue."

The young man lying on the bed struggled to get up.

As the two approached the bed, the young man also saw the old man Xiang beside Xue Yi.

"Xiang Baihu?"

"Xiang Hu, who is humble in his position, has met the prince." He saluted the old man.

There was disbelief in his eyes.

He thought the injury would be serious, but he didn't expect it to be this serious.

I can barely move my whole leg.

"I am no longer the prince." Wen Yue looked downcast.

When he found out that his entire leg was useless, he almost went crazy.

Not only was his hereditary title taken away, but his position as deputy commander of the Military and Horse Division was also taken away. Everything around him seemed to be far away from him.

Only the sword master is still around.

Because of this, others in the family have not yet attacked him.

But there is no guarantee that those who have been offended in the past will not add insult to injury.

People in the palace no longer interact with each other, and everything he controls has been transferred out. There is still a risk of being used to make a fuss.

He was disabled, but not dead.

I'm not taking action now, I'm just waiting and watching.

Wen Yue asked: "How are you doing?"

There was worry in his voice.

If he falls, many others will fall with him, or even lose their heads.

He opened his mouth to the old man.

Not just him, but everyone in Wen Yue's faction had a bad end.

The stubborn one was killed for a reason, while the gentle one chose to preserve himself and abdicated in favor of others.

Others turned to the new deputy commander.

The majesty of the past has become a thing of the past.

Even without telling the old man, Wen Yue also understood that without his support, everyone in his faction would be liquidated.

When you are an official, who doesn't form cliques?

The emperor still has royalists.

The last thing to come is the clearing.

Now that you have become an official, you have to consider not only yourself, but also your followers.

Tu Shanjun was quite emotional, when he used to watch movies and TV series.

Those who have countless followers directly declare that they will no longer be emperors and will not conquer the country.

Tushanjun jumped in anger.

They quit being shopkeepers and either live in seclusion or live in anger.

Those followers don't have that much ability, all they are waiting for is to be liquidated.

It's simply irresponsible for human life.

The bloody reality told him that if he didn't fight to the end, there would be only death.

Like now.