"Let go of the princess!"
"What are you doing, do you know who!"
"Put the princess down quickly, do you want to rebel!"
The crowd also became chaotic, and most people began to retreat subconsciously, so as not to get into trouble. They never expected to see the legendary princess, and then watched the princess being hijacked by someone. The eyes of people looking at Ye Wuchen were full of pity - dare to put a knife on the princess's neck, this person is completely finished.
On the palanquin, Ye Wuchen embraced Ningxue with one arm, and wrapped the other arm around the little princess who was already crying from fright, with a sharp long knife across her neck. The poor little princess didn't dare to move, her big watery eyes glistened with tears, like tender lotus stained with dew, making people feel pitiful, in her slightly parted mouth, tiny inner teeth bit her almost bloodless lips The flaps and the wings of the nose trembled slightly. This was definitely the first time in her life that someone put a knife on her neck.
Under his own protection, someone held the princess hostage with a knife, and Wu Shang kept sweating on his forehead. Regardless of whether the princess is safe or not this time, he cannot escape the crime of dereliction of duty, and if something happens to the princess, even if the emperor can forgive him, he will only commit suicide and apologize.
He had scanned the surroundings with his breath before, and there was absolutely no danger or strong breath, and Ye Wuchen gave him the feeling that he was no different from a most ordinary person, so he dared to leave the princess five steps away, and his nerves were not there. He was in a tense state of defense, and when he lost his mind, Ye Wuchen easily took advantage of the loophole, rushed into the sedan chair at the fastest speed, and took away a guard's saber, and put it on the princess's neck superior.
Wu Shang sullenly said in a low voice: "Wind escape technique, you are actually a rare wind magician!"
What Ye Wuchen used just now is indeed a low-level wind magic wind escape technique, which can increase his own speed in a short time.
Wind magician
The crowd was talking again, and some people showed obvious envy or even jealousy on their faces. Magician is a rare and noble profession, only those with special magical physique can practice it, it can be said that it is very rare. It is difficult to distinguish between a magician and a warrior of the same level, but in a group battle, the power of a magician is equal to several, dozens or even hundreds of warriors of the same level, because powerful magic Masters can practice powerful magic with a terrifying attack range, and the particularity of magic can also allow them to play more roles in many fields, so people who can practice magic have always been recruited by the country, and will be sent to other countries. The teachers and trade unions have no worries about food and clothing for life.
Long Zhengyang, who had been silently hiding in the crowd, resisted not to show up, because if he came out at this time, it would make the situation difficult to deal with, and let the onlookers watch the royal family joke. He believed that Ye Wuchen would never really hurt his own sister with him here, so he could only wink at him desperately. And Wu Shang's words made him stunned for a moment... Didn't Grandpa say that he should be the descendant of the Sword God? Could it be that he was mentioned by a few priests in the palace—Shuangxiu of magic and martial arts!
And what Ye Wuchen said next made him almost unable to help but jump out.
"Kneel down, and then slap myself three times." Ye Wuchen didn't answer Wu Shang, but stared at him and said indifferently. The voice was cold and stern, without any meaning of joking.
Long Zhengyang winked desperately... Brother Ye, Brother Ye, you are my real brother! Even if you are the descendant of the sword god, you don't play like this. You pretended to hijack my sister and I can barely end it. If you play it for real...
But he didn't realize that when Ye Wuchen appeared on the sedan chair, two people in the crowd looked at each other, as if they had seen a ghost, then left in a hurry and ran towards the northwest. There is the land of Ye Family in Tianlong City.
A short sentence made Wu Shang's face even more gloomy, and the guards around him were all dark-faced, surrounding Ye Wuchen in the middle, but they dared not go forward in fear.
Wu Shang took a step forward, pointed the golden knife forward, and said coldly: "Let the princess go, and I can let you brothers and sisters leave safely. If you dare to touch a hair of the princess, you will be killed!"
Ye Ningxue leaned her body in Wuchen's arms, her small face was still filled with fear, but she kept silent, lest she disturb her brother.
"Really? It seems that you didn't hear what I just said clearly. Then I'll say it again—kneel down for me, and then slap yourself three times! You should be lucky if you really moved to my sister just now Killing heart, I will let you cut off your limbs! Now... I will give you three seconds!"
"one!"
"Holding the princess hostage, threatening the commander of the guards, any one is a capital offense. If you let go now, I can give you another chance!"
"two!"
Wu Shang took a step forward again, he never believed that this person would really do it.
"three!"
Chi!
"Wow!!"
There was a slight sound, accompanied by a girl's wailing, and the guard's long knife cut a long wound on the little princess's tender and jade-like neck, and blood beads slowly gushed out. The poor little princess is used to domineering, she has never even endured a beating or scolding, let alone being stabbed in the neck. Under the pain, she cried heart-rendingly, extremely miserable: "Uncle Wu... save me... save me quickly... woo wow... it really hurts..."
Ye Wuchen's expression didn't change at all, as if he just did an ordinary thing. His right hand moved slightly, and the palm holding the handle of the knife opened, covering the wound she had just scratched, as if he didn't want anyone to see her hurt.
With a "plop", Wu Shang fell to his knees heavily, and then slapped himself three times, each time with such force, the three loud slaps made the noisy crowd quiet down, everyone An unbelievable look on his face.
"Let the princess go!" Wu Shang lowered his head, trembling all over, clenched his fists so hard that his nails almost sank into his flesh.
Those guards yelled and rushed to him to help him up, their eyes were all shattered, wishing to cut Ye Wuchen into pieces. Wu Shang is their leader, and even more their goal and pride, but now their dignity is being trampled on like this, how can they bear it.
"Enough!" Long Zhengyang finally stood up, with an expression of disbelief still on his face. Is this still the gentle and taciturn Ye Wuchen? Why is he so reckless in doing things? Doesn't he know what he is doing? Didn't he know that a martial artist can accept failure, but it is absolutely impossible to accept insult!
"Too... His Royal Highness the Prince!" A dozen guards shouted at the same time, and then hurriedly fell to their knees. Their kneeling immediately triggered a series of chain reactions. The whole street was filled with panic, and one after another they fell to their knees. The princess and the others don't have to worship, but how dare the prince and the others dare not, because he is the future emperor!
Long Zhengyang waved his hand fiercely, stopped their shouting, and then sighed heavily: "Let my sister go."