In the main courtyard of the city palace, only a few of Yan Zhiyu's sons and son-in-laws were left standing beside him. They were all injured slightly or severely, and their eyes gradually became scared.
These people are so amazing.
Yan Zhiyu looked at Leng Fengqing. Although he calmed down a bit, his heart was still shocked.
Su Rushuang actually laughed, leaning forward and backward, laughing so much that she burst into tears, like a madman, suddenly stopped the laugh, stretched out trembling fingers, pointed at Leng Fengqing, hate Yi Dunsheng: "You didn't even die? You have a son. It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous. A person who should have died is not dead, a person who should have lived well, has suffered for thirty-six years. Torture. Leng Fengqing, you hurt me miserably, you should go to hell."
Leng Fengqing turned a deaf ear to what she said, and now only Yan Zhiyu was in her eyes.
For Yan Zhiyu, thirty-six years have passed, but for her, these thirty-six years seem to be missing. The hatred of genocide is still yesterday.
Yan Zhiyu also looked at the anger and viciousness in her eyes, and he felt fear for the first time in his heart.
He forcibly stabilized his mind and said: "I can take your people away, and I can leave the blame, otherwise in Fengdu City, you will come to a hundred thousand army, and you will not want to retreat."
Leng Fengqing's voice was calm and hoarse, "We can bring so many people straight into your palace, you have already lost."
Yan Zhiyu smiled, "Lose? Really?"
He can trust the generals under his hand. If they can let them come, there must be a comprehensive arrangement. It is estimated that at this moment, the archers are ready, just waiting to shoot them all here.
Fourth Master clinging to Leng Fengqing's hand, said: "Mother, you don't have to talk to him, just sit down and watch!"
After speaking, he kicked up a chair and sat down with Leng Fengqing.
Yan Zhiyu looked at Fourth Master with a touch of complexity in his eyes. I just saw him do it, but with one move, he cut off a master's ear. This is his son. The teacher is right, Leng Fengqing’s son will definitely be outstanding.
Sure enough.
"City Lord Yan, don't wait, your people won't come." Fourth Master Leng slowly raised his head and walked over with his sword, standing in front of Yan Zhiyu. He was half a head taller than Yan Zhiyu, younger and younger. The calm momentum crushed Yan Zhiyu, "Before we arrived, I had sent people to Fengdu City and mixed into your army. The food for the past few days has been poisoned with chronic poison. Today is the time when the poison came out. Otherwise, do you think we can come here easily?"
Yan Zhiyu's eyebrows jumped a few times, pressing down on his anxious eyes, but he couldn't help but looked out of his eyes, there was really no movement.
Old Master Yan pressed the wound on his chest and yelled angrily, "What do you want?"
"What do you want?" The other three princes also came forward, their appearances all resembled Yan Zhiyu, their long-term wealth made them rich and aristocratic, but they were insufficiently majestic.
"We only need the lives of Yan Zhiyu and Su Rushuang!" Fourth Master Leng said lightly.
"Bold!" The eldest son was so angry that his forehead bounced with blue veins, "You are just the minions of the court, and you are maddening, are you going to die?"
Second Young Master Yan stared at Fourth Master, "Are you cold? Leng Ma?"
They are actually a little puzzled, because of the phrase "cold father" just said by their father, how is this possible
"City Lord Yan!" The Fourth Master didn't say anything to them, but just looked at Yan Zhiyu, "Thirty-six years ago, it's time to give an explanation today."
Yan Zhiyu was very hostile and said, "Go away, I will talk to your mother."
"I'm afraid I don't have to!" The Fourth Master raised his sword and stabbed at Yan Zhiyu, who leaped back into the air.
The few princes wanted to help, and were immediately restrained by the black-clothed old man. Yan Zhiyu was indifferent, they didn't go to help, only controlled the others, and stood on the sidelines to watch the battle.
Many people don't know how high Lengsi's martial arts is, except for the Prince Anfeng and his wife who taught him. I saw his swordsmanship swift and fierce, forcing Yan Zhiyu to deal with it in embarrassment. The guards in the palace were blocked by the wolf pack and people from the cold wolf door Red Meimen. Yan Zhiyu was fighting alone, embarrassed, but still stable.
But if you don't have a cup of tea, Yan Zhiyu will be ruined.
Su Rushuang, who had been in shock and madness, suddenly stretched out a dry hand towards Leng Fengqing and pinched Leng Fengqing’s neck. His crazy eyes were also filled with flames, and he said in a rage: "Stop it, stop it. Otherwise I will kill her!"
Su Ru doubles martial arts, but martial arts is not good. This is because she has been seriously ill since she was a teenager and neglected to practice martial arts. After becoming the wife of the city lord, she has become more resistant to weapons, but she still has some skills.
She pinched Leng Fengqing's neck with fierce strength. Everyone watched, afraid that she would break Leng Fengqing's neck if she tried harder.
Prince Anfeng's eyes were cold, and he was about to make a move. The princess pressed his hand and shook his head slightly, indicating that it was not necessary. He also pressed the people behind him so that no one had to come forward to help.
Sure enough, everyone saw that Leng Fengqing was restrained, his head tilted, his fingers seemed to pinch something, and he went around Su Rushuang's shoulder, pressing his elbow, forcing Su Rushuang to tilt his head away, Leng Feng The needle held in Qing's hand immediately pierced her right eye.
With a scream, Su Rushuang let go of Leng Fengqing, covered his bloody eyes, staggered to the ground, rolled and yelled sternly, and the spiteful curses were endless, and the few sons of Yan Zhiyu, actually No one stepped forward to help her up, watching her rolling on the ground coldly.
Leng Fengqing sat down slowly, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his face, moving gently and calmly, without even looking at the person rolling on the ground and shouting.
Compared to hating Su Rushuang, she hated Yanzhi more. So, after she wiped the blood stains, she watched Si Ye and Yan Zhiyu fight again.
Yan Zhiyu was already at a disadvantage, with multiple injuries on his body. The place where the Fourth Master's sword hit him was not the key point, which made Yan Zhiyu mistakenly believe that the Fourth Master would not kill him.
He was suddenly conceited. Even if he had never raised his son for a day, he was still reluctant to kill him. Naturally, he had been in a high position for many years and understood what he wanted.
He took the sword, returned to the corridor, Linfeng looked at Fourth Master, "Stop it, what do you want, I know very well, you are my eldest son, and Fengdu City is inherited by you, and it is natural."
"Father!" Duke Yan's face changed.
"Needless to say, he is your elder brother!" Yan Zhiyu raised his hand and pressed it, staring at Fourth Master, "You brought so many people here, it is nothing more than an explanation. Is this explanation enough?"
Thirty-six years ago, I have only come to Fengdu City now. Naturally, I have seen the momentum of Fengdu City. The imperial court is no longer able to stop it. How can being a concierge compare to being a city lord
There was no sadness or joy on the Fourth Master's face, and he held the sword forward, "You are right, I want an explanation!"
Yan Zhiyu looked at him with a face that resembled Leng Fengqing, but he was still a little awkward, but he needed a stronger person to help him. He has wolves and can bother Prince Anfeng and his wife to come together, which is enough to prove that he does. Strength.
"Don't worry, I will announce it in two days..."
The fourth master's eyes flashed slightly, and the hand holding the sword flipped, piercing Yan Zhiyu's abdomen like lightning. Yan Zhiyu's words stopped abruptly, lowered his head, looked at the blood flowing from his abdomen, staggered a step. Furious, "You..."
"Father!" The Yan family's sons yelled with stark-eyed eyes, but no one dared to come forward because of the sword of the black-clothed old man.
Fourth Master still has no sorrow and joy in his eyes, and said: "I want to explain far more than this. I want everything you have, little by little."
He turned and raised his hand and ordered, "Tie him up!"