Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

then.

Those who follow the crowd are like clouds.

Tweeting, in name, in reality.

The nobles who walked out of the main hall wondered if they had hired the wrong person. They clearly said that the assassination success rate was [-]%, but in the end, all the assassins they arranged were captured alive, making each of them quite passive.

"How about we..."

Xue Gong said with a gloomy face: "It's not as good as anything, you are shameless, I want more. If the fight continues, don't talk about whether or not to separate the family, just talk about the issue of whether or not to exterminate the clan. The sharp eyes of Young Master Ce just now made me feel a little uneasy. If you don't go, he may really leave us there forever..."

"Is it so serious?" One of the little nobles who was in charge of responding at the door had never entered, and asked puzzledly: "Everyone is frightened by a child's eyes?"

Elder Tian didn't explain, and was supported by others, and he boarded the carriage silently.

The embarrassment of embarrassment was reflected on everyone's face. Fortunately, the light was dim and the blushing appearance could not be seen.

Yes, if you simply state the facts, it seems that you are indeed overwhelmed by an underage child.

The offspring of Lord Mengchang, a famous family, enjoys hundreds of thousands of households in Xueyi, a great nobleman with the blood of the Tian clan, and is frightened by the children of the blood of the Yan royal family.

If this kind of word spreads...

Xue Gong's face turned slightly hot, then gradually turned pale again, the corners of his mouth twitched, and after a long while he cursed rudely like the head of a market: "You know what son of a bitch Ce!"

The nobleman who raised the question just now looked confused: "Ah???"

"Young Master Ce has a knife and axe behind him. Do you think he is just threatening? How could he be just threatening? He... He is warning us that there are more changes, countless back moves. Follow me Go to the wine shop, and I'll make it up for you again... I'll explain it as I talk."

Xue Gong repelled the vehicles that came to meet him, and all the nobles who followed him were taken to a luxury hotel by him.

"Young Master Ce is very scheming. Don't look young, but he is very scheming. You just thought about the first step, and he has already figured out how to end. If it weren't for me, you people would definitely be beaten to the ground."

Xue Gong nodded firmly and said, next to him, the waiter who served the wine looked at this group of big guys who didn't know what strange knowledge they had, and didn't understand why.

Xue Gong continued: "And he... he has a swordsmanship that is absolutely unmatched by ordinary people. Otherwise, how could the Tai'a sword be given to Young Master Ce by the King of Qin. Also, it is not often said in the market that those with extremely high swordsmanship have a look in their eyes." You can kill the enemy without using a sword, this is called sword intent!"

The follower then said: "I heard from my ancestors that there was a legend in the year when Zhu Zhu assassinated the king. There is a legend that a swordsman who is unparalleled in swordsmanship does not stick to the blade, but cuts branches and leaves, and they are all swords."

"Correct."

Xue Gong nodded approvingly.

Seeing the group of nobles who had never entered the main hall thoughtful, Xue Gong continued to shoot the case, and said in a loud voice: "When Mr. Ce showed Tai Ah, I, to be worthy of the name of my ancestors, looked at him without cowardice. Ce's tyrannical sword intent was hit several times, although his swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, but I have also received hundreds of heavy blows from the sword intent, which made my mood slightly damaged, and I had to temporarily lose the wind."

"Young Master Ce is very strong, very strong, do you people who don't know swordsmanship understand it!"

The nobleman turned his head to look at the group of followers who accompanied him into the main hall, and saw that his face was full of enlightenment, and he suddenly wondered if he was a little ignorant.

"So that's what I said, just now my heart beat faster for no reason."

"Understood, it turns out that the leg hurts just now, and it was Young Master Ce's sword intent that hit the knee. This young man's swordsmanship is so superb."

They nodded again and again, deeply convinced.

is that so?

And this group of little nobles who didn't even have the qualifications to attend the banquet had no choice but to nod suspiciously, so as not to be found out that they really didn't see anything.

People know everything, how embarrassing it is to be confused.

Xue Gong got up and stood by the window, facing the bright moon.

"Hmph, Young Master Ce, not bad."

"Oh, that's how we lost. Alas, Mr. Xue deserves to be a descendant of Lord Mengchang. He saw at a glance Mr. Ce's perfect plan, his unstoppable mysterious swordsmanship, and led us to persevere in the fight before we lost the battle. Although Mr. Xue lost this battle , but still our heroes."

Only then did Xue Gong restrain his contempt for the ignorant.

This is the hero version when I go back to the outside world!

Chapter 450 The Sixth Master of Swordsmanship, Yan Ce

"Ah...you didn't strike lightly or hard."

Yan Ce sat in the main hall, raised his head, tears streaming down his face, yes, he really cried uncontrollably.

"Drop some eye drops, as for squeezing out so much?"

The young man rubbed his red eyes and complained, while at the side, Miss Lingshi washed away the residual potion between her fingers, turned her head, and stared at him coldly.

"If you don't want to, you can have someone else do it."

"Others are not as good as you."

"Tsk..." The woman picked up the soaked handkerchief, and impatiently wiped the liquid medicine overflowing from the corner of the boy's eyes: "Open your eyes."

"Take it easy... it hurts, sister, are you murdering?"

"One more thing, wipe it yourself." She said coldly.

Yan Ce tried to open his eyes, but the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and he said, "Just now, staring at those nobles made their eyes hurt. Fortunately, they couldn't hold it anymore, otherwise I would have stiffened my face sooner or later."

Zeng Ran, who ordered someone to clean up the mess in the main hall, looked back and said in admiration: "Your Highness is really cautious enough to do things. He can even find out the dirty things of various aristocratic families, frightening the group of aristocratic families who still care about face. Zeng Ran I do keep these slips at home, but after so many years I don’t even know where to put them, Your Highness can be described as rough and detailed.”

"What are you talking about, I'm being watched by you everywhere I go, how could I look for evidence in my spare time."

The boy stopped rubbing his eyes, and the fire stick poked the burning letter in the main hall into the brazier, so as not to splash sparks on the corner of his clothes.