The three prefectures of Longyuan, except Qingzhou, all border the northwest. Qingyan Prefecture is the closest city in Yunzhou to Yanzhou, Northwest Road.

He wants to...

“Okay, very good, very good.”

Emperor Qianheng was still smiling, but everyone present couldn't help feeling a deep sense of coldness.

"Your Majesty, border affairs are urgent, no..."

The old lady gently paused the bamboo stick and was about to speak, but she saw Emperor Qianheng's eyes turn and asked gently:

"Longfu, come, uncle has something to ask you, where did your sister go..."

...

...

Huh ~

The strong wind blew the heavy snow, and the cold was biting.

The Pingshui County, located alone in the wilderness, looks very small in this cold wind and heavy snow.

"call!"

A breath of turbid air was exhaled, melting the flying snow within about a foot.

After a set of boxing techniques, Huang Hu was sweating all over his body. In the twelfth month of winter, he was wearing only a single dress, his face was rosy and he didn't feel cold at all.

"The inferior boxing technique is a bit worse. I wonder if Jiang Wuque has any rumored superior martial arts..."

Huang Hu's eyes were bright, but he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

After his self-satisfied power, his energy and strength have improved by leaps and bounds. In comparison, the several boxing and martial arts he learned are too bad.

At this time, he was allowed by Jiang Wu, Yanzhou City, and could almost be considered the lord of Pingshui County, but he still had no skill to learn.

In fact, learning martial arts is never easy.

A low-level martial arts can be taught at the beginning of the museum. The foundation for establishing a life of fighting gold every day, let alone the middle-level and the best?

"Brother Huang, an outsider has come to the city."

The radiant Ergou walked over slowly and reported softly: "A waxy old man, a sick girl, driving a carriage, I don't know where..."

"Take me to take a look."

Huang Hu dared not be careless.

In the cold winter, warriors who have changed their blood dare not enter the wilderness. They are old and sick, so they are afraid they will be in trouble...

It gathers nearby towns and towns. Today, Pingshui County is a large county with tens of thousands of households, so there are naturally many inns in the city.

Ergou hurriedly led the way, but suddenly he was grabbed on the back of his neck. Huang Hu flashed and avoided the alley. He covered Ergou's mouth with one hand and looked at the other end of the long street with a serious face.

I saw several people coming with swords and swords on their backs, walking on snow, and there were no footprints wherever they passed.

Expert!

Great master!

Huang Hu's heart was shocked and his body lowered a little. Ergou had already closed his mouth and his face turned pale.

The troop came quickly and stopped suddenly before reaching the inn.

"Chen An, do you have to be aggressive?"

In the inn, the old and tired voice came.

"We are ordered to act, Lord Huang, don't let me be embarrassed..."

The person in charge bowed slightly.

He was a gentle middle-aged man with a long sword on his back and a wine pot hanging around his waist. He had no expression on his face, but he could see helplessness:

"You are old and there will be no trouble, but I will return without success, but it will be a serious crime..."

"He leads six doors. You are the commander of the Jinyiwei in Yunzhou. What can he do to you? He just wants to take me and Miss, as your promotion rank!"

A sneer came from the inn.

Commander of the Jinyiwei?!

Huang Hu and the other two were sucking in the air, and the inn was in chaos. Although Yanzhou was no longer under the jurisdiction of the imperial court, the title of Jinyiwei could still stop the children from crying at night.

Not to mention the commander?

"That, the Martial Saint..."

Chen An sighed slightly:

"You old, do you really want me to do it?"

Huh ~

The yellow four-elephant with a waxy face and a torn jacket stood in front of the door, with his hands hanging down, and said coldly:

"How about letting the lady go, I will give you my life?"

"Why should Lord Huang make things difficult for you? You and I have the friendship of colleagues, how can you hurt your life?"

Chen An is helpless:

"But, Lord Nie wants to invite Miss Xu to Longyuan, not your old man..."

"Are you so afraid of the Nie surname?"

"How can you not be afraid of the saints of martial arts and powerful men?"

Chen An was very calm.

The few people behind him had already drawn their swords and scattered, and the solemn aura filled the entire long street.

"Grandpa Huang, don't fight with them..."

Huang Sixiang was furious and wanted to scold him, and then she heard a light female voice coming from behind her. Xu Xiuxiu, who was as white as paper, walked towards the door.

"If they want to take me, just take me one..."

"Nothing!"

Huang Sixiang opened her hands and protected her behind her, and her sick eyes stood up, as fierce as a tiger.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard a sound coming with the wind in the distance:

"You are afraid of the one with the surname Nie, but you don't know, are you afraid of the one with the surname Yang..."

"who?!"

Outside the passenger station, Chen An and others changed their colors and looked back.

But I saw a man stepping over in the cold wind. When the sound came, it seemed to be in the distance outside the city wall. Before he finished speaking, he had already reached the middle of the long street.

Mysterious costume, black knife...

"Yang, Yang..."

As the sword and weapons trembled, the few people felt their throats astringent, and they couldn't even spit out the word.

Don’t say that they are from the Jinyiwei, even if they are not, they will not be able to recognize the strong man in front of them who has been famous all over the world for several years.

"Prime Yang!"

Huang Sixiang felt relieved. In the alley, they were stunned, but they took a breath of cold air, and they felt that their hearts were almost about to jump out.

"Northwest King Yang!"

More than a year ago, the two of them had seen this great power here with their own eyes, and they were shocked by the Martial Saint with one move.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Later, I heard about all kinds of incredible deeds about this person.

According to legend, the former number one in the world, the guardian god of the Sky Wolf Dynasty and the old demon of the Black Mountain, once suffered a great loss under this man!

"King Yang..."

Seeing that Yang Yu was walking slowly, the masters of Jinyiwei stood there like they were frozen and did not dare to move.

Huang Hu was shocked and frightened, but he couldn't help but feel great awe.

Before Yang Yu finished speaking, Huang Sixiang had already spoken:

"Boy Yang, they are also ordered to act and let them go..."

Huh ~

He raised his fingers and lowered them again. As Yang Yu's eyes came, the few people seemed to be facing a great enemy and dared not move for a moment:

"Get out."

He was so polite that he said, but the few people fled in a panic as if they were pardoned. Shen An saw sweat on his forehead, but he didn't even dare to say a word.

"Luckily you are here..."

At this time, Huang Sixiang smiled bitterly, and waves of sweat emerged from him.
To be continued...