"I don't know your affairs, but I hope that His Highness can give you some thinness. They are all my friends." Jing'er quietly pulled Master Yu's clothes under the table. Only then did he show a bit of seriousness and a little badness added to his face.

Seeing that the young master in front of him was not timid because of the other party's identity, Jing'er smiled and her hand that was pulling Mr. Yu's clothes fell on the back of his hand.

The three people at the other table were already holding their weapons and stood up.

Zhou Ziheng curled his lips. This little girl is really a smart little fairy. Unfortunately, this place is not Longyou. It has just left Jingzhao Mansion. At least it takes four or five days to walk along the official road to reach the Longyou Road.

After all, he has not arrived in Longyou. As long as he is not in the hinterland of Longyou, Zhou Ziheng's power will definitely be greater. After all, they are the heirs of the future Luoyang Palace. The entire Tang Dynasty knew that the Luoyang Palace, who was in charge of Henan Palace, and Dangxizi, were brothers of the opposite sex wearing pairs of pants.

Zhou Ziheng looked at the people present from the corner of his eyes, and inadvertently saw Guo Xiaojiu nodding at him, and his confidence was even more confident: "Young Master Yu can give you any face, you can go there."

Mr. Yu was naturally happy to accept Zhou Ziheng's concessions, and a wicked smile on his face. Zhou Ziheng was not disappointed and was really unhappy.

He stood up, took Jing'er's hand, and shook the fan at the three people who had already stood up on the other table: "This is His Royal Highness, who has given you the courage to show off your weapons? Why don't you put it away quickly and get out for me."

The three people at the next table understood that Mr. Yu was not really scolding him, so they hurriedly put away their weapons and then acted to leave.

"Slow down!" Zhou Ziheng reached out and pulled out his sword, sneering: "Young Master Yu, you are not authentic. What I said clearly is that you can leave, but they can't."

"Ha?" Mr. Yu, who originally thought he had taken a big advantage, instantly became ugly.

Zhou Ziheng said he was not allowed to leave, so of course they would not listen. Unfortunately, Zhou Ziheng had already held the sword and stopped them in front of them. They could not do so, so they could only show off their weapons again.

"I didn't expect that the prince of Luoyang also played these tricks of going back on his word." Mr. Yu let go of Jing'er's hand and walked to the front of the few people, squinted his eyes, and looked gloomy.

After saying that, before everyone could think more, Mr. Yu had already attacked Zhou Ziheng with a fierce sword light.

The attack was a short knife, which was about half the size of an arm, and was hidden inside his previous cuff. He only saw him holding his backhand and swinging it out in the direction of Zhou Ziheng.

There was an iron chain hanging on the side behind the short knife. The iron chain was very long, and it was vaguely seen that there was a copper ring on Mr. Yu's wrist, and the other end of the iron chain was tied to the copper ring.

The short sword flew very fast, so fast that a few people had just realized it and were approaching Zhou Ziheng.

When it comes to fighting alone, Mr. Yu and Zhou Ziheng are still at the level of a top-notch master at the lowest level. Unfortunately, Mr. Yu has traveled more than Zhou Ziheng and has a stronger strength. When Zhou Ziheng wants to deal with it, he is a little slower.

When a master fights, it often only takes one or two moves.

Zhou Ziheng was instantly repelled, but fortunately he was not injured.

The short sword had no intention of retreating, and it was approaching again soon, and this time the momentum was more powerful.

Zhou Ziheng frowned slightly. He didn't think about taking the next knife. Even if Mr. Yu was so disrespectful to him, his opponent was never him.

The short sword was approaching. The next moment, the short sword did not touch Zhou Ziheng in the slightest, and there was no more majestic sword next.

"Huh?" Instead, the qi in Mr. Yu's body gushed thousands of miles away. The short knife quickly retracted into his sleeve like a long snake along with the iron chain.

The man who attacked in the dark easily broke his extremely confident knife.

He took more than ten steps in succession, and it was not until he knocked over two tables that Mr. Yu stopped the retreating force.

After all, he is also the top strength of the first-class realm and is definitely not an ordinary first-class master who can successfully attack. Even if his realm is similar to his, he cannot break his sword so easily.

His mother's words seemed to ring in his ears: "If you have a great opportunity within a year, you can break into the third level. Otherwise, it will be hard to say at least three years or ten years."

Ten years ago, he was only over 30 years old, just one or two years later than his mother back then. The future Mobei Yu family is still a overlord with great say in his own right.

Today, he did his best just to retreat to the enemy with one move, but unfortunately...

He even couldn't believe it, and turned his head and glanced in the corner suspiciously. The young man wearing a sword who was not astonishing as ever and didn't even bother to look at him before. Who would have thought that he would be a master at least at the saint realm?

He coughed lightly, suppressed the injuries inside his body, and slowly clasped his fists with the folding fan: "You dare ask me, yes?"

When Guo Xiaojiu heard Mr. Yu’s question, he lowered his head and played with chopsticks, then he raised his head with a silly smile: “Are you asking me?”

At this moment, in front of Zhou Ziheng, a chopstick that was exactly the same as the wooden chopsticks in Guo Xiaojiu's hand came out.

Mr. Yu frowned. Even though he had already cursed countless times in his heart, he had to pretend to be very respectful: "Of course I'm asking you."

"Oh!" Guo Xiaojiu tapped the table with chopsticks. This time he was too lazy to raise his head. After saying oh, Guo Xiaojiu kept silent, obviously not wanting to continue to explain to Mr. Yu.

After a long time, Mr. Yu's sweat had soaked his spine, and Guo Xiaojiu felt as if he had suddenly realized: "Look at my memory, what did you say just now?"

"Oh!" Guo Xiaojiu patted his head lightly: "Remember, ask who I am? My little sister is the future concubine of His Royal Highness. My little sister has told me that I have to protect him. As for who I am, you don't seem to need to inquire more."

Mr. Yu frowned. He did not move forward any longer. His aura was locked by Guo Xiaojiu. He could not move at all. He could only look at Zhou Ziheng's face with a hurried look, revealing a bit of meaningful ridicule.

The inn owner, who originally wanted to go to the front of the inn to see the movement, hurriedly hid in the darkness when he saw this scene, covered his mouth with trembling hands: "Your Highness, you've been in trouble, you've been in trouble."

The waiter in the inn had already listened to his order and took a quick horse to contact his brothers on the mountain. At that time, if the people on the mountain came down, if they offended the prince, they would have been free in this official road for decades. I am afraid that after today, there would be no more names in this world.

"Oh, I don't know which prince is the prince?" The inn owner calculated carefully and counted it carefully. Now, there are only two vassal kings in the Tang Dynasty, one is the King of Luoyang and the other is the King of Jinan.

It happened that the King of Jinan had no son. I felt sorry for the King of Jinan who had guarded Shanhaiguan for decades and protected the peace of the Tang Dynasty. However, I heard that the King of Jinan had a good adopted son, who had been in the limelight in recent days. I heard that he had entered the Hanlin Academy and was still the top scorer in the palace examination this year.

The result is naturally obvious. Only the prince of Luoyang Prince's Mansion is the only prince in the Tang Dynasty today.

When the inn owner understood it clearly, he felt even more confused. What kind of world is this? Has the Tang Dynasty been peaceful for too long? Why did the dignified prince suddenly come to this place?

"Hey, Zhou Ziheng, when did you know how to cherish the fragrance and watch the show while standing there?" Guo Xiaojiu turned the chopsticks in his hand and asked lazily.

Zhou Ziheng blinked his eyes and then came to his senses. He did

He was shocked by Mr. Yu's aura, but after seeing Ning Buer's flying sword, his courage gradually became a little stronger.

"Are you waiting for me to do it or break it off on your own?" Zhou Ziheng said nonsense, raised his sword, and raised his eyebrows at the people.

The first one to be unable to hold back was the girl in green. She drew out the sword first and stabbed it silently.

Unfortunately, she is the weakest among several people. She was the first to be injured when she was assassinating outside Luoyang City, and she was the youngest.

Today, she was the first to die.

So, she only used the sword once, and Zhou Ziheng could dodge her sideways. Instead, Zhou Ziheng stabbed her with a sword and pierced her chest.

"Sister!" Although Jing'er had a gap with the girl in green before, after all, after years of relationship, she was the second move.

The melon farmer picked up the shoulder pole, and the coachman had a short knife in his sleeve, and the three of them took action almost at the same time.

Zhou Ziheng had a lot of coaches at the Luoyang Palace on weekdays. Even though those people did not dare to really act with him, they still had some real skills after all.

The three of them took action like waves slamming the shore, wave after wave, but unfortunately, they never let Zhou Ziheng make way out of the way.

He was still standing there. As long as Zhou Ziheng was still standing there, they would not want to leave the inn today.

Perhaps because of his determination to die, the melon farmer clamped Zhou Ziheng's knife with his body: "Hmph, I'm so scared to take it to you!"

"Brother!" The melon farmer danced with a shoulder pole a little faster. He understood the melon farmer's meaning. The melon farmer was using his life to exchange for their life.

"Let's go!" The melon farmer didn't say anything. He no longer had the strength to speak. He just stared at Zhou Ziheng, holding the sword in Zhou Ziheng's hand.

The person who spoke was Jing'er. She dodged and had already sideways to avoid Zhou Ziheng's punch.

Without too much stay, the two of them hurriedly escaped from the inn without even having time to take a look at the melon farmers who had not yet died.

The defeated enemy did not chase him. Zhou Ziheng understood this truth. He did not chase him. He reached out and held the sword and kicked the melon farmer's body. The melon farmer finally closed his eyes and completely cut off his breath.

Mr. Yu was still looking straight at Guo Xiaojiu, his forehead and face covered with sweat. He couldn't move from beginning to end, and watched the affectionate little lady leave him.

"We actually don't have any big grudges, can we let me leave here?" Young Master Yu's eyes showed a trace of struggle, and he finally asked Guo Xiaojiu in a low voice.

"Leave the fan and you can leave." Guo Xiaojiu narrowed his eyes and looked at the extremely precious folding fan in Mr. Yu's hand. He didn't know the value of this fan, but he liked it very much.

Mr. Yu's face looked ugly. Even if he felt extremely unbearable, it was still more important to save his life now.

What's more, he made a move for Jing'er. Now that Jing'er has escaped unscrupulously, he cannot continue to hold on.

He cruelly placed the fan in his hand on a table beside him, then turned around and waved his sleeves to walk out of the inn.

"Just let him go?" Zhou Ziheng sat back to his original position and asked in confusion.

"Then you let two of you go? Besides, we have no grudges with him, and we have to use the fan that I like very much, so what else can we care about?" Guo Xiaojiu had already retrieved the folding fan and opened it. It was "The Robe".

Seeing Mr. Yu go away, Guo Xiaojiu took off his sword and slapped it heavily on the table. Perhaps he was too happy and shouted: "Boss, come on the drink!"

The boss, who was originally hiding in the corner, fell to the ground as soon as his legs were weak. He hurriedly got up and staggered towards the inn counter where there was wine and his money: "Come here, come here."
Chapter completed!