Chatper 1108 (1/2)

"Let's go, go to Prince Wei's Mansion."

"What's the matter with such a big battle!?"

"Do you know Zhao Kuang?"

"You mean that Zhao Kuang from the Wei Palace?"

"Who else could he be? Just now, Zhao Kuangwei was killed."

"What, true or false!?"

"This matter is absolutely true, did you see it, it was the boy in white who was walking at the front. The cultivation base does not seem to be high, but his strength is very terrifying. Under the sky, few people are his enemies. "

"It's really as evil as you say!?"

"Whether it's evil or not, you'll know when you arrive at the Prince's Mansion."

On the street, a long dragon was pulled up, and it is no exaggeration to describe it as a sea of ​​people.

It is human nature to join in the fun, and some people feel unbelievable when they learn what happened.

But believe it or not, seeing so many people flocking to Prince Wei's mansion, they also understand that something big must have happened.

Yang Xuan and the others kept walking and didn't pay attention to the people behind them. After walking for a while, they saw a group of people appeared in front of them.

It was the guards of the Lost City. Although there were only a dozen of them, everyone was wearing armor and was full of momentum.

At this moment, seeing Yang Xuan and the others coming with a mighty crowd, a young man in armor from the third level of the Supreme Realm was startled first, and then shouted loudly: "Stop, are you going to rebel?"

A big hat was buttoned down, and the crowd stopped in unison, not daring to go any further.

rebel? They thought, but they also have to have that strength, regardless of how large they are, but these people can't make much waves when they go to the Prince's Mansion.

"You bastard, didn't you hear what I said, are you courting death?"

Seeing that the crowd stopped, the armored youth at the head was still a little proud, but Yang Xuan's face could not help sank when he saw several young men dressed in strange clothes still walking quickly.

"Go away or die."

Yang Xuan spoke lightly. Although his voice was not loud, it was full of fierce murderous intent.

"Insanity."

"Kill him, this son must die."

"Too arrogant, who does he think he is? How dare you speak so rudely."

The guards behind the armored youth were all angry. No one had dared to contradict them like this in the Lost City, and without exception, there was an unnamed anger in their hearts.

"Go on, take down all these people. By the way, this kid will keep me alive. I will make you regret coming into this world."

The armored youth was also angry. He was not very famous in the Prince Wei Mansion, but he was also a captain of the personal soldiers of the Prince Wei Mansion, and he had a little prestige in the entire Lost City.

"A bunch of jumping clowns."

Before Yang Xuan could speak, Jian Wuming stepped out and stood up. Jian Wuming raised his hand and pointed the long sword in his hand to the young man in armour.

One person and one sword, the sharp edge is shocking, although the cultivation base is not high, but the momentum has also shocked many people.

"Go on, kill this person for me first." The shawl youth said angrily, he wasn't ready to do it himself, and he didn't think the people behind him couldn't deal with Jian Wuming.