The young warrior was stunned for a while before he spoke a big call.

The jewelry shop owner and the guide, Photon, hurriedly came over and talked, saying that Wu Zhi and his party were merchants in the Song Dynasty, and they asked young warriors not to get angry.

At this time, a guard had already mixed up Nako and helped her to Wu Zhi. Nako covered her waist. Although she no longer felt pain, she saw that she was gritting her teeth and was obviously forcibly holding it back.

Wu Zhi said: "It doesn't matter, are you?"

Nako quickly shook her head and said, "No...it doesn't matter..., the prince doesn't have to be angry with his servant..."

At this moment, the young warrior looked angry and said something, and his eyes looked quite unfriendly.

Wu Zhi said: "What are he talking about?"

Nako was hesitant and hesitated. Wu Zhi glared: "Tell the truth!"

"It's...he...he said, the Song people are nothing great..."

"Oh?" Wu Zhi smiled, but heard the young samurai say something again. At this time, without waiting for Wu Zhi to ask, Nako's face had changed color and whispered: "He is talking bad things about my lady, saying that the lady is just an ignorant child, which attracted the Song army to be the front door to reject the tiger and the back door to the wolf..."

Wu Zhi smiled and said, "Ask him who he is."

The jewelry shop owner and guide there were so angry that he no longer dared to contact him. Nako endured the pain and said a few words loudly.

The young samurai heard that Nako could speak Japanese and looked strange. After replying, Nako said to Takeuzhi: "He is a member of the Miss tribe, Kiyoshi Genya Genyoshi..."

Wu Zhi nodded slightly and glanced at the young samurai. It turned out that he was the Yoshinomiya. He didn't expect that he was so frigid, but he was easier to deal with than he thought. He felt relieved. It was not easy to force him too tight at this time. Chibazi and the third sister should go back to the camp, right? He wanted to go back to ask about the scene at the table today. He smiled at Nako and said, "Since it is your family, let's forget it, go back to the camp to treat the injury." Nako nodded and should be.

Seeing Wu Zhi and his group turn around and want to move, Yuan Jingyi stopped to follow him. He waved his hand and his companions rushed forward in a fan shape. Yuan Jingyi even pointed at his mount and croaked a few times, his face full of anger. Without Nako's explanation, Wu Zhi also knew that he must have to wait for others to compensate.

The guards behind Wu Zhi suddenly unsheathed their swords and lined up in front of Wu Zhi, most of them eager to try. Among these people, there were soldiers who had been tempered, some of them were green forest heroes who were floating around in the world, and some were even swordsmen who were murderous in the Western Regions. Since following Wu Zhi, except for their own people, they had very few opportunities to fight with others. Their hands were itchy. At this time, seeing this opportunity, they all rubbed their fists and were ready to do a big fight.

Wu Zhi smiled and looked at Yuan Jingyi and said, "How are you going? Don't ruin the friendship between Yuan Song."

After Nako translated the words, Yuan Yueyi's face looked gloomy and gloomy. After a long time, he suddenly pulled out his long samurai sword, pointed at Wu Zhi, and said a few words.

Nako's face changed drastically after hearing this. Seeing Wu Zhi's expression was not good, she finally stuttered: "He...he said he wanted to compete with the prince..."

After hearing this, the guards were so angry that their foreheads were all erected. What did this bird man say? Fighting with our prince? Isn’t this humiliating my prince? Although Ji Senyan of the noble palace, the guards did not dare to rush over and attack, but they also cursed.

Wu Zhi frowned and was about to speak, but suddenly saw a person jumping out of the guard. He was wearing a hat on his head. He was dressed as a swordsman in the Western Regions. The swordsman did not speak. Suddenly, a clear short sword in his hand sprinkled a green light curtain towards Yuan Jingyi. With a "ding", Yuan Jingyi's samurai sword flew into the sky, and the light curtain dissipated. The green breeze had pointed at Yuan Jingyi's throat. Yuan Jingyi didn't react at all. He just felt that the knife in his hand was pulled and pulled, and the samurai sword had already flew out of his hand. Then the cold air in his throat was slight pain, and he was subdued by the other party in one move.

In fact, the difference in strength between Yuan Jingyi and the swordsman is not so great, but he never had the opportunity to fight with the Central Plains masters. The warriors focus on the one-slashing of each sword, but the Central Plains martial arts are strange and changeable, so they suffer a great loss as soon as they get started.

Yuan Jingyi's companions' faces changed drastically. If the crazy collision between the guards and the horse just now brought them shock, the current swordsman's performance would shock them.

The guard commander turned pale, turned around and knelt at Wu Zhi's feet, and whispered: "Prince, I will definitely teach him a lesson when I turn back."

Wu Zhi smiled and said, "No need, is it new? Who is from?"

The guard commander said, "Yes, it was recommended by the princess, but I don't know the details."

"The noble princess? Qiqiao?" Wu Zhi was stunned for a moment.

The guard commander said: "Yes, it's Princess Ye..."

Wu Zhi said "Oh" and said, "Go back to the camp."

The leader of the guard then stood up tremblingly, turned around and shouted. The swordsman's hand flashed and disappeared, and he floated away. Yuan Jingyi's face was ashamed. He watched Wu Zhi and his group leave, and could no longer speak.

(A friend came tonight and drank some wine. I just wrote a little. I took a closer look. It was too boring to write it. It was deleted. Now there are only more than 1,000 words. Don’t scold me if you post it. I will make up for it tomorrow! Try to send 10,000 words!)
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