Supreme Return

Chapter 1135

Yang Mi's words seemed to be earnest persuasion, and even contained his feelings that sounded extremely gentle...

But Zhao Wan heard a trace of coldness from his mouth.

This Yang Mi is by no means as simple as it appears on the surface.

If he was really a simple person, how could he become the lord of this ice jade city?
"Uncle, I'm sorry!"

Han Ying looked directly at Yang Mi, shook her head and said in a deep voice, "I will go to see Master in person, but not now! I still have things to do!"

"Xiaoying, why are you bothering?"

Hearing this, Yang Mi sighed, and said, "Although the preparations are hasty, all of my people here are good hands, not to mention the three of you, even if there are thirty, you will never be able to get out of my city lord's mansion!"

"In that case, I'd like to give it a try!"

Han Ying glanced at Zhao Wan, and then the two girls got up and walked towards the door together, while Zhang Huan followed closely behind.

After seeing Zhao Wan's fairy-like means, no matter Han Ying or Zhang Huan, they are full of absolute confidence, let alone a city lord's mansion, I am afraid that even Xuelan City, the imperial capital of the Xuelan Empire, can enter and exit with absolute ease.

"Stop them!"

Seeing the three of them walk out of the door, Yang Mi immediately gave an order, and more than [-] people prepared outside instantly blocked all the paths of Zhao Wan and the three of them, while Yang Mi walked out with his hands behind his back.

"Xiaoying, I'll give you one last piece of advice from my uncle, just arrest me!"

Yang Mi said in a deep voice, "I don't want to meet you in battle!"

"Uncle, why talk too much?"

Han Ying drew out her long white sword and said expressionlessly, "Today, the three of us are really set to go!"

"Since that's the case, it's no wonder I don't care about my uncle and nephew! Someone, do it, and take it all for me!" Yang Mi waved his hand and ordered in a cold voice.

"Yes, City Lord!"

More than [-] people agreed to the promise, and then blatantly attacked from different directions.

"Well... let's watch the show!"

Zhao Wan stepped back a little, as if being treated as air. As for Han Ying and Zhang Huan, they were surrounded by those people at the moment. However, Ying did not take advantage of the mighty strength of the Holy Warrior.

As for Zhang Huan, he was only a seventh-level martial artist, but under the siege of others, he completely fell into a disadvantage in an instant.

If it continues like this, maybe within a few minutes, even if he fights desperately, he will definitely be completely defeated in the end, and even his life will be endangered.

After all, Zhang Huan is different from Han Ying, and even Zhao Wan who is "watching the show" next to him. He can only be regarded as one of Han Ying's subordinates, and Yang Mi will never have any compassion for him.

"With some means, it may not be easy to train these people!"

There was a flash of teasing in Zhao Wan's eyes, "If they are all abolished, I don't know how distressed this City Lord Yang will be!"

bang bang bang...

clang clang...

The fierce battle continued, and from time to time, some people would fly out of Han Ying's offensive, and several people were seriously injured and quit the battle group.

And Zhang Huan was also seriously injured at this time, and there were several deep bloody mouths on his body, but he still gritted his teeth and tried hard, without the slightest intention of retreating, but his eyes became more crazy and full of blood. With the determination to fight to the death.

"Zhang Huan!"

Seeing this, Han Ying suddenly flashed white light on the long sword, forcing the surrounding people to retreat, and then dodged to Zhang Huan, "How are you?"

"Miss, I'm fine! I can still do it!"

Zhang Huan gritted his teeth, even though he had become like a blood man, he still tried his best to persevere.

"Clap clap clap..."

At this moment, Yang Mi clapped his hands suddenly, and said with a loud smile, "Xiaoying, what a master and servant who love each other so much! The two of you can persist until now! However, Xiaoying, even though you are a holy warrior , once the true energy is exhausted, what should you do?"

"That doesn't bother Master Uncle to worry!"

Han Ying looked at Yang Mi coldly, "If the uncle is not going to do it himself, then I'm afraid I will send you guys on the road!"

"Too!"

Yang Mi didn't seem to hear the cynicism in Han Ying's words, and chuckled lightly, "After all, Xiaoying, you are a holy warrior. How can I be your opponent?"

"Xiaoying, you support Zhang Huan and come down to rest first, and leave the rest to me!"

At this moment, Zhao Wan, who had been 'watching a play' on the sidelines and seemed to be regarded as air, came over and said.

She patted Zhang Huan's shoulder lightly. Although Zhang Huan still looked terrifying under the infusion of his true energy, the injuries he suffered in his internal organs were improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Perhaps, other people didn't notice anything, but Han Ying and Yang Mi, who possessed the strength of holy martial arts, were different.

Han Ying glanced at Zhao Wan gratefully, and thanked her softly.

But Yang Mi couldn't help squinting his eyes, "Your Highness is very capable! All along, I thought that Your Highness is powerless, but now it seems that you are the strongest, right?"

"Whether strong or not, City Lord Yang might as well try it himself!"

Zhao Wan replied coldly, "How about we make a bet?"

"Oh? What bet?" Yang Mi asked with interest.

"Of course it's a gamble!"

Zhao Wan lightly shrugged her fragrant shoulders, and said lightly, "If I win, City Lord Yang must honestly tell you everything you know, of course it must include what Xiaoying wants to know, and she must swear to be loyal to Xiaoying from now on. , shall never be betrayed!"

"Tsk tsk... does this gamble my future?"

When Yang Mi heard this, he couldn't help but smile, "Then what if you lose?"

"I offer my life with both hands, and at the same time, Xiaoying and the others will agree to go to Xuelan City with you, how about it?" Zhao Wan said.

"Is that so..."

When Yang Mi heard this, he couldn't help but stroked the stubble on his chin, glanced at Han Ying and said, "Your Highness, I'm afraid Xiaoying must agree to it?"

"I promise!"

However, Yang Mi, who was still thinking of using words to sow discord, never expected that Han Ying immediately agreed without thinking when his voice fell.

"..."

Yang Mi's complexion suddenly became serious.

Zhao Wan's proposed gambling, coupled with Han Ying's unhesitating response, made Yang Mi, who calls himself an old fox, start to wonder if there was any fraud in it.

But no matter how he observed the sneering Zhao Wan, he always felt that she was an ordinary person, but if she was an ordinary person, where did the method of treating Zhang Huan come from?

For a moment, he became extremely hesitant.

"What? Master uncle is afraid?"

Han Ying sneered, "If that's the case, then you might as well change it. If Wan'er loses, I can make all my confidantes listen to you, how about it?"

As a weeping blood rose, Han Ying has many confidantes in the Xuelan Empire and even the other two empires in recent years. If they can all be made obedient, it will definitely have immeasurable benefits for the growth of Yang Mi's own power.

"...Okay, I bet!"

Yang Mi took a deep breath and accepted the bet in a deep voice.

He thought, no matter how talented Zhao Wan is, she is only in her 20s. Even if she started learning martial arts from her mother's womb, how can she compare with his own hard work for decades?

"Then please, City Lord Yang!"

Zhao Wan sneered and made a gesture of invitation.

"You all stand back!"

Yang Mi waved his hand to make other subordinates back away, and then stared coldly at Zhao Wan in this courtyard.

"Go ahead, Your Highness!"

Yang Mi didn't dare to be careless, and directly drew out his weapon, the Blood Ying Sword.

Perhaps, this name is indeed a bit feminine, but the Xueying Sword is an out-and-out killing sword.

Over the years, there are countless souls who died under the sword of Xueying, and each of them died in a terrible state. Yang Mi was even more like an executioner, and he didn't have the slightest compassion for those people.

"City Master Yang is optimistic? I'll do it right now, little girl!"

The corners of Zhao Wan's mouth turned up slightly, and the moment the voice fell, her figure suddenly turned into a ghostly afterimage, making Yang Mi feel an unprecedented and terrifying crisis at the moment when Yang Mi's complexion changed drastically.

The speed is so fast that no one present can detect it!
The afterimages were like Zhao Wan's avatars, which looked no different from the main body. The only difference was that the afterimages kept appearing, but they were constantly dissipating.

Bang!
The next moment, a bang suddenly sounded,
Yang Mi, who was holding the Blood Ying sword and possessed the strength of holy martial arts, was bullied by Zhao Wan in front of him, and then kicked him flying, flying him directly to the front courtyard wall. The violent impact cracked several cracks in the courtyard wall, and Yang Mi himself slid down while spitting blood...

Supporting the ground with the blood firefly sword, kneeling on one knee...

Yang Mi's face at this moment is full of shock and horror...

He was already deeply injured, and the impact on his internal organs made it seem extremely difficult to breathe, and he lost all his strength, only relying on the support of the blood firefly sword to barely fall down.

But the scene of him kneeling on one knee now makes everyone around him feel an extremely strong impact!

One blow, just one blow, put Yang Mi into such a situation...

"City Lord Yang, it seems that you have already lost?"

Zhao Wanlian walked lightly to Yang Mi's side, and said with a light smile.

"Miss, she, she..."

Zhang Huan's injury has completely recovered, and now his eyes are wide open, and even his voice is so dry that he can't say anything.

Han Ying also swallowed her saliva. It is really hard to imagine how powerful Zhao Wan, who is a few years younger than her, is...

"me……"

Under Zhao Wan's sneering eyes, Yang Mi raised his head with difficulty, blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and while he was astonished, he also felt unspeakable sadness.

Gambling, he really lost!

If you can't take a move, what is it if you don't lose?
How can Yang Mi be willing to let him admit defeat and lose his own future?
"City Lord..."

Others shouted loudly.

"Why, City Lord Yang wants to break his promise?"

Zhao Wan said with a half-smile, "Forget it, since that's the case, let the little girl give the city lord a ride in person! Perhaps, this is also a kind of relief for you, right?"

(End of this chapter)