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Chapter 122: Loneliness (please vote for me)

"I've never heard of it!" Lei Yunhe shook his head.

Lan Yuehou was not annoyed, and walked slowly to Lei Yunhe, "It doesn't matter if you don't know me, it's fine that I know you, Lei Men Lei Yunhe."

"Introduction, my name is Lan Yuehou, from Tianqi City. This time, I was ordered by that person to go to Leijiabao to pick up someone."

Lei Yunhe's face looked better now. However, looking at the person in front of him, Lei Yunhe suddenly sneered and said, "I don't know if he would be satisfied with bringing a dead person back."

"What do you mean!" Lan Yuehou's face darkened, and his right hand unconsciously touched the sword at his waist.

Lei Yunhe snorted coldly: "If you don't want to take a dead man back, give us a horse quickly!"

Lan Yuehou felt that the matter was not that simple. After thinking for a while, he agreed: "Yes, but I want to go to Leijiabao with you."

"It's up to you." After saying that, Lei Yunhe waved his sleeves and walked out of the teahouse.

Lan Yuehou looked at Hua Jin who was stunned on the spot and couldn't help but feel a little funny: "Let's go?"

"Ah, ah?" Hua Jin finally came back to his senses, "Okay!"

Inside Leijiabao.

There was a sound of horse hoofbeats, and there was a commotion in Lei Family Fort. Several Lei Sect disciples passed through the backyard one after another.

In the room, Yang Ming and Wu Xin took turns to renew Xiao Se's life, which made Xiao Se's condition much better.The sudden sound of horseshoes made Yang Ming feel restless.

"Who would come to Leijiabao at this time!"

At this time, Yang Ming and Wu Xin had just completed their rotation. Wu Xin changed from his usual dull expression, and his face couldn't help but become serious.

"Yang Ming, go outside and see if I can still hold on here. Don't let anyone get close to here."

"Okay!" In response, Yang Ming slowly walked out of the door.

"Lei Wujie, what happened outside?" Seeing Lei Wujie in front of the door, Yang Ming asked quickly.

Lei Wujie worried: "Leijiabao is surrounded by officers and soldiers, the sect master and my master have already gone to the meeting hall."

"Lei Wujie, watch this place carefully. Don't let anyone in. I'll be right back!" After leaving a sentence, Yang Ming stepped on Qu Yunjian under his feet and flew out of the courtyard.

As soon as he flew out of the backyard, Yang Ming discovered that things were not that simple.

These officers and soldiers were not ordinary officers and soldiers. The horses they sat on were all wearing iron armor and were clearly war horses.These are not officers and soldiers, they are simply an army, and they are the kind of elite soldiers who have killed countless enemies.

The soldiers stood there with sharp eyes and spears in their hands.The general in the lead could sense the hostility on his body from a long distance away.

Yang Ming quickly searched for the memory of this person in his mind, and soon recalled, "Beili's general Zhen Guo, the father of Ye Ruoyi, killed Ye Xiaoying!"

"I've heard that Ye Xiaoying is very powerful. I just want to learn it for a while!" After making up his mind, Yang Ming quickly rushed towards Ye Xiaoying and fused Quyun Sword and Zhishui Sword in the air.

With a "dang" sound, the wind and thunder gun was inserted in front of Ye Xiaoying, and Yang Ming followed closely behind and landed next to the spear.

"Who are you!" An officer next to Ye Xiaoying shouted loudly: "You dare to block our way, you are seeking death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the officer waved the spear in his hand, and with a wave of the saddle in his hand, he rushed towards Yang Ming.On the horse, the officer adjusted the spear in his hand and stabbed Yang Ming fiercely. "Huh?" Yang Ming glanced at him, then waved his sleeves, and a powerful burst of energy flew the officer and his horse away.

"No!" The adjutant next to Ye Xiaoying quickly caught the officer. After putting the officer down, the adjutant picked up the gold gun and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Ye Xiaoying, "Stand back!"

"Yes!" The adjutant reined in his horse and stood up.

Ye Xiaoying rode his horse and walked forward slowly, "Boy, I admit that you have some strength. If you get out of the way now, I can let you go for Brother Sikong's sake."

"Oh?" Yang Ming smiled faintly, "Then tell me, what is the relationship between Sikong Changfeng and me."

Ye Xiaoying replied: "The power of your spear looks a bit like his. Just from the strong wind whipped up by that spear, you definitely got his true inheritance!"

"Really?" Yang Ming's expression changed, "I hate being condescended to by others the most in my life, especially someone as self-righteous as you."

Yang Ming suddenly pulled out the spear stuck on the ground and shouted: "Zangyue!"

The spear quickly drew a semicircle in front of Yang Ming.Above the tip of the spear, thunder loomed, and where the tip of the spear passed, thunder suddenly appeared.

Realizing that something was wrong, Ye Xiaoying pulled up the forelimbs of the war horse, and then managed to avoid Yang Ming's blow.

However, Yang Ming didn't intend to stop here. At the same time, knowing the identity of the other party, Yang Ming didn't go too far.Yang Ming quickly stopped his gun and raised it sharply.Just when the tip of the spear was about to hit the horse's belly, Yang Ming quickly stopped his attack.

Seeing this, Ye Xiaoying immediately turned over and dismounted. Seeing that his beloved BMW was not killed by Yang Ming, Ye Xiaoying's body tone also softened a lot. "Boy, because you act in a measured manner, this general will spare your life."

Yang Ming took out his ears and said impatiently: "It's useless to talk more, let's have a fight."

"As you wish." Ye Xiaoying slowly pulled out the epee from his waist, "I take back what I said just now, you are fully qualified to let me make a move, tell me your name." Ye Xiaoying's eyes were serious, and his fighting spirit was even stronger. very.

"Boring!" Yang Ming quickly pushed out the spear in his hand and aimed it at Ye Xiaoying.

"Good guy." The more Ye Xiaoying looked at him, the more he felt that Yang Ming was a rare talent, and at the same time, he gradually became interested in recruiting talents.

Because Yang Ming did not use a sword, and the spear in his hand was very unfamiliar to Ye Xiaoying, he did not know Yang Ming's true identity and could only assume that he was a disciple of a hidden master.

Ye Xiaoying was eight feet tall, and the epee in his hand was more than six feet long. Even though the wind and thunder gun was eight feet long, he still couldn't get an advantage in Ye Xiaoying's hands.

"Thousands of troops and one general are here!" Ye Xiaoying shouted in a low voice. At the same time, the heavy sword in his hand glowed with a dark red light. Taking advantage of Yang Ming's opportunity to put away the gun, he swung the sword out.

A dark red sword energy struck towards Yang Ming.The sword energy is heavy with countless wails and horses' neighs, like a fierce battlefield, and the momentum is like a rainbow; the sword force is cold and violent, like a golden iron horse that breaks through the Nanjue city wall, and its power is as powerful as breaking bamboo.

With the power of one person, he can shake thousands of troops.Ye Xiaoying is the well-deserved No. 1 in the Beili Army.

The soldiers behind Ye Xiaoying felt proud when they saw this scene.

A general couldn't help but recall, "The general once used this sword to kill thousands of Nanjue cavalry all by himself."

But there was a smile on the corner of Yang Ming's mouth, the long spear in his hand was put away suddenly, and he quickly danced in front of him, he shouted loudly: "You Long smashes the world with one throw, and the single spear nine times connects the country."

"This shot will kill you alone!"

Different from Ye Xiaoying's lively sword movement, Yang Ming's spear fully embodied the word "lone".Even if he is only one person, he should be like an army of thousands.

The tip of the spear against the light of the sword, loneliness and excitement!
(End of this chapter)