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Chapter 170

But she is not afraid of the other party cheating.

"Mr. Jiang, you are being polite. Ye Zhaoyan is just a weak woman. Her martial arts prowess is just a myth. It is just a false appearance. How can she compare with a handsome talent like Mr. Jiang? Mr. Jiang must not joke with Zhaoyan. !” Ye Zhaoyan pretended to be panic, lowered his head and said.

"Miss Ye was joking, but I'm speaking from the bottom of my heart." Jiang Yehan shook his head with a smile, looking like a gentleman.

Ye Zhaoyan didn't speak any more, but waited quietly for the other party to attack.

Sure enough, Jiang Yehan immediately said: "Jiang believes that he lacks talent in martial arts, so I wonder if Ms. Ye can teach me a thing or two?"

His eyes fell on the saber carried by the maid beside Ye Zhaoyan, and his eyes flashed with intense interest.

He has extraordinary eyesight, and when he saw the saber Ye Zhaoyan was wearing, he recognized that the saber was not ordinary.

Ye Zhaoyan glanced at him, knowing what to do.

She smiled slightly, "To tell the truth, Mr. Jiang, I am not very proficient in martial arts skills. I have been practicing swordsmanship when I was outside the border. Unfortunately, although I have some experience in swordsmanship, I don't know how to control the strength. someone else."

She said while watching Jiang Yehan's reaction.

Sure enough, Jiang Yehan's eyes changed, with a hint of thought.

"It doesn't matter. It's just a sparring session. It won't hurt your life. As long as Ms. Ye doesn't mean to hurt me, you can do anything." Jiang Yehan still had a smile on his face, gentle and elegant.

Ye Zhaoyan felt even more certain when he heard the words, the Jiang Yehan in front of him was coming for her.

She smiled and nodded, "Okay! Since Mr. Jiang is so sincere to me, how can I refuse people thousands of miles away? Let's give it a try, no matter whether we win or lose, Mr. Jiang doesn't have to take it to heart."

Hearing this, Jiang Yehan nodded slightly, "Miss Ye, please follow me."

The two walked away together, and the discussion around them suddenly became louder.

Especially the few noble ladies, seeing Jiang Yehan taking Ye Zhaoyan away in person, they all had expressions of surprise on their faces.

Although this Jiang Yehan was not from a high family background, he was a well-known high-spirited scholar in the Jiang family. It is rare for him to be so warm to a girl born to him today.

"Sister Tan, what is the background of this woman? Could it be a royal woman?" A beautiful woman in a lotus root silk satin skirt whispered.

Hearing this, the plump woman in a flower-painted dress had doubts in her eyes, "I've seen royal ladies before, but I don't see such a face."

"That's weird..."

Jiang Yehan quickly took Ye Zhaoyan to a secluded courtyard.

This courtyard covers an extremely wide area, surrounded by a thin layer of mist, the surrounding flowers and plants are also extremely dense, many branches are stretched out, under the sun, like living things, emitting There was a rustling sound.

Ye Zhaoyan and Jiang Yehan came to an open space, and they stopped.

Jiang Yehan turned his head and said to the entourage behind him, "Go and rest first."

Jiang Yehan's entourage retreated respectfully.

Zhuyu and Ying'er handed the sword to Ye Zhaoyan, with a hint of worry in their eyes.

Ye Zhaoyan shook his head slightly at them.

"Miss Ye, please." Jiang Yehan made an inviting gesture.

"Please." Ye Zhaoyan nodded slightly, took a few steps, and then suddenly pulled out his long sword.

The tip of the sword pointed at Jiang Yehan, and there was a gloomy sword glow on the tip of the sword.

Jiang Yehan glanced at her, his complexion unchanged, and quietly unsheathed a long navy blue sword in his hand.

Ye Zhaoyan flicked his wrist, and swung his long sword instantly, stabbing towards Jiang Yehan.

Jiang Yehan tapped his toes, jumped up, and lightly avoided her blow.

The tip of the sword pierced the air, Ye Zhaoyan immediately withdrew his momentum, swung the long sword again, and stabbed again.

Jiang Yehan was so short that he barely dodged the long sword.

He is very good at lightness kung fu, after Ye Zhaoyan's long sword pierced the air, he leaned forward, and immediately drew his sword to meet Ye Zhaoyan.

He has a graceful figure, every move is like flowing clouds and flowing water, relaxed and natural, seemingly careless, but every time he strikes a sword, there is a kind of treacherous and unpredictable swordsmanship.

The two quickly fought together.

Ye Zhaoyan has a slender figure, but his movements are neat and crisp, and every move is full of murderous intent.

She drew out her sword fiercely, and the tip of the sword kept stabbing Jiang Yehan's vital parts.

Jiang Yehan swayed, avoiding her fierce attack.

While dodging Ye Zhaoyan's attack, he smiled and praised: "Miss Ye really deserves to be a heroine."

"It's overrated." Ye Zhaoyan withdrew the smile on his face, his gaze was as sharp as a falcon's, his men were merciless, his sword moves were ruthless, and he made ultimate moves.

Jiang Yehan was not in a hurry, and narrowly dodged Ye Zhaoyan's attack. With a tap of his toes, he leaped lightly into the air, sweeping his long sword, every move was tricky, and the light and shadow of the sword kept flickering around Ye Zhaoyan.

Seeing this, Ye Zhaoyan was secretly shocked.

This person is worthy of being a member of Prince Qing's Mansion, and his strength is indeed good.

The two of them moved quickly, and after several breaths, Ye Zhaoyan spun the long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword stabbed fiercely at Jiang Yehan's chest. Jiang Yehan avoided it lightly, and the long sword in his hand quickly To meet the past.

"boom"

Ye Zhaoyan's long sword and the tip of the sword collided fiercely.

Sparks shot.

Ye Zhaoyan's arm went numb, and the long sword almost dropped from his hand.

She hurriedly stabilized her body, turned her wrist, and under her control, the long sword changed its trajectory and struck towards Jiang Yehan's neck.

This blow was unexpected, Jiang Yehan had no time to dodge, and he was about to be defeated by Ye Zhaoyan.

"Clang!"

An ear-piercing crash sounded, and a huge black object flashed in front of Ye Zhaoyan's eyes, and he hurriedly avoided it. Under a rushing force, the blade of the sword in his hand shook violently, the long sword deviated by more than a foot, and pierced into the nearby In the trunk, the sword's edge pierced deeply into the trunk.

Ye Zhaoyan's body fell backward involuntarily, and he was about to fall hard.

At this time, her hands were held by a pair of slender hands.

Jiang Yehan grabbed Ye Zhaoyan's sword-holding wrist with one hand, and pulled Ye Zhaoyan into his arms. With the other hand, he wrapped his arms around her waist and stabilized her body.

Ye Zhaoyan raised his eyes, facing Jiang Yehan's gentle and handsome face with a smile like a flower.

Her body was held in Jiang Ye's arms coldly, and the distance between the two was so close that she could feel the heat from him spraying on her cheeks.

Her skin is fair and delicate, her facial features are delicate and dignified, her eyebrows carry a rare heroism, her long and curly eyelashes flutter like butterflies, her nose is straight, and her whole person exudes an air of repulsion from thousands of miles away , which makes one want to find out.

A strange color flashed across Jiang Yehan's eyes, and he stared at Ye Zhaoyan with burning eyes, as if he wanted to pry into her soul through her skin
"Mr. Jiang, thank you very much." Ye Zhaoyan broke free from him, avoiding Jiang Yehan's fiery eyes.

Jiang Yehan raised his eyebrows slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Why does Miss Ye need to thank you? This is what I should do next."

Ye Zhaoyan was absent-minded for a moment looking at his smile, and a strange feeling emerged in his heart.

(End of this chapter)