"Who?" More than ten riders rushed over. When they saw that they were about to reach the foot of Mount Hua, they also saw several people standing at the foot of Mount Hua. The two men shouted first.

Wei Yang looked at the person coming, but Yu Guang looked at Ma Shi Qianhu.

Jimingyi, that's a sensitive place.

The emperor was assassinated there. The Tatars went south in previous years and entered the country by the Jiming Post. There was also a civil servant among these people...

"Ji Mingyi, but I don't know if Lord Yang's father exists." Wei Yang thought to himself.

Behind the more than ten cavalry, hundreds of cavalry galloped, and they also saw a few people at the foot of the mountain.

"The government has captured the traitors, and the idle people need to cause trouble, get out of here."

Among more than a hundred people, some people shouted loudly, but they didn't hear it very much, and they were obviously not masters.

Ma Shiqianhu lowered his head slightly.

Wei Yang's heart moved and he had a scheming.

At this time, Yue Buqun suddenly unfolded his figure, and a ray of light was out of the sheath. A long sword actually cut a deep trench three feet deep and more than meter long behind the more than ten riders. It was the land that the Huashan Sect had stepped on for a hundred years. Although it was not an official road, it was also very hard. This sword shows his decades of internal skills.

He was still too careful.

"Ah, Mr. Yue!"

The more than ten riders were immediately overjoyed when they saw Yue Buqun. The young official said in surprise: "It turned out to be Mr. Yue, I am so grateful to you."

The war horse was spitting white air, and the person on the horse was not a master of riding skills. He rode his horse for more than a hundred feet before stopping his running posture. When everyone saw Yue Buqun, their hearts were settled. The petite but tough woman quickly looked at several people, and her eyes fell on Ma Shiqianhu and frowned.

She was a pretty and pretty woman, about twenty years old, with a big braid, shiny black and shiny, and bloodstained on the three pots of feather arrows around her waist. It seemed that she did not belong to her, but she looked like a Beijing-style equipment.

"Are you officials from Jimingyi?" Wei Yang saw that more than a hundred horses were stationed on the other side of the deep trench, and he didn't care about their change in expressions, so he just asked the civil servant.

The young civil servant took a closer look, quickly got out of his horse and bowed, saying, "Duke of Qin, Yangling, a man from Jimingyi, is now the magistrate of Jimingyi County. He has met the adults."

who?

Wei Yang was shocked. This was the second time he encountered that he could travel through time.

The first one is naturally Tang Jinlou from the Huashan School. Wei Yang has been inquiring a lot, not because he is afraid that another time traveler will appear. He just wants someone who can say something.

But that kid didn't have any performance that a time traveler should have. Although he was smart and lively, he was also a boy who was deeply influenced by his master. He was very sensible in his work. The most important thing was that kid could tolerate a life without toilet paper.

That would be a hell of a time traveler.

Now another one appeared. Wei Yang felt a little happy, but he didn't dare to bring too much hope.

"It turned out to be you," Wei Yang said, "No wonder the emperor's secret order said, "I want me to wait for you here, but are you really Yang Ling?"

Yang Ling was extremely surprised. Could there be someone in this world who is interested in pretending to be me?

"Of course, I am the noble, Duke of the State," Yang Ling said quickly, "The noble was originally a scholar of Jimingyi. Last time... thanks to His Majesty's attention, he was given a Jinshi and was appointed as the magistrate of Jimingyi County. How could he be wrong?"

As he said that, he handed over the waist sign and a small county magistrate's seal.

This is something to be worn on your body, but it is not the seal of the Changuan.

Wei Yang understood that the old emperor was assassinated, and this kid probably was rescued by him.

"A few?" Wei Yang signaled to introduce the men who followed him.

Yang Ling was happy in his heart and quickly winked at the unruly men.

Who is Duke Qin? How many heroes in the world can be seen in his eyes?

"This is my uncle, these two are the same clan. Now they are working in Jimingyiyiwei with Xiaguan. They have the status of Jinyiwei," Yang Ling introduced the men and said solemnly, "This is Zhujing Han family. Thanks to the importance of Dingxian Master of the Huashan Sect, he has learned some clever martial arts. This time he broke out of the ambush circle, thanks to Zhujing's martial arts."

Wei Yang smiled and said, "Madam Zun has the style of a female general, which is very good."

Suddenly, his face turned upright and looked at Yang Ling and said, "All these can be made up. Your Majesty also attaches great importance to you, so there is a code word, and you can answer: 'There is a strange change and the even change?'"

Yang Ling was confused. It would be a damn if the official can answer this secret code.

Wei Yang looked at his eyes carefully and sighed disappointed for a while.

no.

"Forget it, the emperor thinks it's time to go out, don't worry about him," Wei Yang signaled them to lead the horse up the mountain first, looking at the pursuers about to ask, but heard someone among them shouting, "Take it!"

With a brush, almost at the same time, the buzzing bowstring vibrated and the feather arrows came towards us - this was a group of strong men.

Yue Buqun explored his long sword, and the sword light was three feet above the sword edge. He only drew in the air, and circles one after another were like the bright moon on the willows, with halos on the flat ground, and more than a hundred arrows were blocked by the sword light as soon as it was fired.

"Yue Buqun, are you going to go against me?" While those people were calling out, someone tried to turn around and ran away.

Wei Yang said: "Ma Shiqianhu, do you know these people?"

Ma Shiqianhu said in surprise: "How could I know them?"

He just knows it?

"Since I don't know you, just kill me." Wei Yang disappeared in front of everyone in an instant. Just when a scream from those people sounded, Ma Shiqianhu was delighted to find that he had already taken action among the pursuers.

It seemed like a cover fell from the sky, and more than a hundred people were crowded too tightly. The place was too small, which was most suitable for catching all in one go. However, why is it so troublesome to eliminate these people?

"Isn't it the easiest to kill one?" Yang Ling's elder brother muttered.

"Don't say much." Yang Ling immediately scolded.

Saying it was a reprimand was similar to a warning, and he obviously respected this uncle very much.

The man touched the curly beard on his face, feeling a little dissatisfied.

At this time, the second one among the pursuers was squeezed to death. They could not lift their swords, could not open their bows, and could not even turn around and escape. The endless pressure under the air crushed their already-open bloodline. The worst martial arts skills died, and then the less powerful martial arts skills died. In the blink of an eye, more than ten people fell from the horse's back, all of whom were bleeding from their seven orifices and died of uneasyness.

Some of the remaining half of the people used their skills to resist, some tried to escape from each other, and some waved their scimitars in vain. The sword technique was sharp, but there was no deterrence, which instead exposed their identities.

"This is..." Ning Zhongze looked stern and she saw the sword skills of these people.

These are not people from the Forbidden City, they are in the Central Plains...

No!

These are some people in the martial arts world in Jiangnan.

"The internal skills are somewhat damn, but they are not from the Dian Cang Sect," Yue Buqun whispered in a low voice, "These leading ones have the shadow of Nanyue Hengshan, and those who are actually the authentic internal skills of the Songshan Sect, which is strange."

"Mr. Yue, Female Hero Ning," Yang Ling handed over the horse to his brother-in-law, walked over and bowed, "It's nothing strange. They are not from martial arts worlds. They have learned a little by all the sects, so there's nothing strange about it."

oh?

"They serve the princes. I don't know who they are, but they are indeed the princes," Yang Ling cursed in a low voice, "These nobles are now..."

Before he could finish speaking, with more than a dozen exhaled sounds, under the pressure of Weiyang's overwhelming Zixia true energy, the people were like a Huashan above their heads, and their inner organs were crushed one after another and died.

Horses try thousands of households to express their joy quickly.
Chapter completed!