Side Concubine Wan Fu

Chapter 265
When Dark Moon was lifted up, she saw her master's pale face, horrified by the tree trunk that had lost a lot of blood and leaned unconsciously——

After all, he just woke up from detoxification, and his reaction was a bit slow. When the manager Chang Fu helped him to the master's side, he instinctively pinched Chi Jianing's wrist, hurriedly felt the master's pulse, and turned his mouth towards the master. Chang Fu asked:

"My lord, what's the matter, my lord?"

"Your Majesty is righteous, she stood in front of Your Highness, and was shot on the shoulder blade by an arrow. She was poisoned just like you. Your Highness just took out the arrow for Your Majesty and squeezed out the poisonous blood."

"Your Highness?"

An Yue secretly swallowed her saliva, and looked at Chief Chang Fu suspiciously? !
Although she felt that His Highness really liked Concubine Chi, and was even very pampered.

However, as an ancient woman, Anyue became a powerful leader of the dark guard after undergoing various trainings in Prince Wei's residence. She still has a certain understanding of Prince Wei's master, who has always been cold-blooded and cold-hearted.

This, what Chang Fu said, is really the master Prince Wei she thought of?
Why do you think it's so unreliable!

On Anyue's paralyzed face, a moment of stupefaction flashed across her face, and she realized that the mistress had indeed just fainted from weakness, so she breathed a sigh of relief, then breathed out again, and looked at Chief Chang Fu without daring to relax—

Poison, how is it solved?

An Yue crawled out of the secret training camp. She was careful and careful. She was only nervous about Chi Jianing before, but now she relaxed. Of course, she thought of the key point. She just saw Master Chang Fu shaking her slightly. Shake your head.

An Yue pursed her lips, and immediately understood that she shouldn't find out about this matter.

On the other side, Yong Jing started his ethereal teleportation footwork, and quickly moved towards the battlefield where there was a bang the day before yesterday. No matter how many breaths it took, he saw Quan Tian, ​​the leader of his dark guard.

Unexpectedly, this attack by Mingyue Sect actually sent a few Tsing Yi hall masters. Is this trying to kill Prince Wei here? !
"My king is here to meet you, you villain!" Prince Wei snorted in a low voice, and stood up and inserted himself into the two afterimages in the battle.

Yong Jing raised his sword and joined the battlefield ferociously. The tense battle situation immediately lost its balance——

After all, Quan Tian and the people in Tsing Yi used to be evenly matched, but with the sudden addition of Prince Wei, Quan Tian gradually stopped fighting and set up a team, watching His Highness recruiting tricky opponents in the decisive battle.

Quan Tian was amazed at the fierceness of the master's attack. At this time, he was useless, he could only stand behind the man in Tsing Yi a few feet away, always on guard against the villain's tricks and hurt the master...

Yong Jing's calm phoenix eyes were gloomy, and after hundreds of rounds in the duel, he probably understood that the man in Tsing Yi was almost the same as the previous hall master in terms of cultivation!
"That's all!" Prince Wei took a step back with his final blow, but the opponent staggered back two feet, obviously unable to catch up!
Look, the man in Tsing Yi in front of him may be better at concealed weapons!But the swordsmanship is much inferior to that of the previous hall master who was chopped to death by him in half.

Thinking of the Mingyue Sect, Prince Wei burst into a rage, shouted "Back down" to Quan Tian in a low voice, and approached his opponent as quickly as lightning...

At this moment, Yong Jing was furious.

A pair of big hands held the famous weapon 'Hua Xiao' bestowed by Zhong's father, poured half of his body with inner strength, and showed a sneering sneer at the hall master in Tsing Yi, both hands clenched the hilt of the sword, narrowing his long and narrow phoenix eyes, " With a sneer, Yong Jing drank softly:
"Looking at the sword, sweeping under the moon—"

(End of this chapter)