ALL NOVEL Chapter 82
"Well, don't say any more. Shut up for me. "
His Royal Highness the Third Prince is a little annoyed.
He stared at Ye Qingyang extremely unhappily, and said with a sneer: "Don't say that this prince won't give you a chance, as long as you get under my crotch, I will forgive you, otherwise, I will first destroy the Xiaoyao Sect where you are with my own hands, and then kill you little by little, I don't know if you
are afraid?" "I'm so afraid!"
Ye Qingyang couldn't help but speak.
The third prince's face sank, and he shouted: "Are you looking for death, take him down for me!"
When the left and right followers heard this, they immediately invited merit and flattery, and they were the first to rush forward, and they wanted to take down Ye Qingyang.
The cultivation of the two of them is not high, whether it is low or not, it is just the realm of Jindan, at this time, the body turned into a phantom, and in an instant, it came to Ye Qingyang's body.
Ye Qingyang did not move.
It's as if you didn't see anything.
Such a grandmaster's demeanor naturally made many monks on the street have great curiosity about Ye Qingyang's identity again.
"Bang bang!"
two dull noises rang out.
The third prince habitually showed a condescending smile on his face and looked at his feet.
According to the old practice, at such a time, ordinary people who offended him would kneel on his ground and plead bitterly.
However, soon, His Royal Highness the Third Prince was stunned.
Because he found that it was not Ye Qingyang who fell at his feet, but his left and right followers.
His Royal Highness the Third Prince's face changed, and he was about to retreat, but before he could really retreat, he received a heavy kick in the chest.
"Ahh
However
, the rest of the monks, even the monks of the Royal Family of the Flying Dragon City, were looking at Ye Qingyang blankly at the moment, and none of them dared to go up.
Ye Qingyang has proven himself.
And they don't want to prove their ...... at all
Especially since this is still proving its own waste.
So in the same way, in their hearts, they have become extremely serious and believe in Ye Qingyang's words that he just reported to his family.
Nonsense.
If it weren't for the genius of the Xiaoyao Sect, who would be able to be like the one in front of him, not only did he not take the three princes in his eyes, but he also dared to beat the royal family directly on the street.
You must know whether to beat the royal family or beat the royal family in the street, not only what the royal family of Zhao State thinks, they will definitely not sit idly by and ignore such a thing.
If this Ye Qingyang is not Ye Qingyang, then Ye Qingyang will definitely not be able to walk out of this street today.
Soon, something that no one expected happened.
I saw that Ye Qingyang didn't pay attention to the three princes at all, but walked in front of the seven or eight-year-old girl, with a soft smile on her face, and said softly: "Little sister, how about going with my brother?"
"Okay." The
little girl nodded directly.
Ye Qingyang's smile deepened, he grabbed the little girl's hand, and with a flick of his fingers, a sword aura flashed, and the thick iron chain tied to the girl's neck was suddenly broken.
"From now on, you are free to go wherever you want, but I suggest that you stay with me, because only then will you be able to get the safest service.
Ye Qingyang looked at the little girl very seriously and finished saying this.
The little girl crooked her mouth, nodded, and looked at Ye Qingyang with a pair of clear eyes, looking at her harmless appearance of humans and animals, extremely pitiful.
Ye Qingyang also smiled.
He took the little girl's hand, and then walked slowly towards the front.
"You, do you still dare to go?"
A furious voice sounded from behind Ye Qingyang.
Ye Qingyang paused.
He had forgotten that there was obviously a piece of garbage on the street that was not clear.
The most important thing is that when she heard this voice, the little girl's body trembled, and the little hand held by Ye Qingyang kept struggling.
It's like you're terrified of what's going to happen next.
"Don't be afraid.
Ye Qingyang said in the little girl's ear in a warm voice.
This sentence still played some role.
At least the little girl's body was no longer shaking, but grabbed Ye Qingyang's sleeves tightly with her two hands.
Ye Qingyang turned his body and quietly glanced at the third prince who had already gotten up from the ground with a twisted and crazy face.
"What, you want to kill me?" The
third prince laughed wildly and said angrily: "As long as you think like you in this Flying Dragon City
, in the end, you will die here!" "Don't believe it, hahaha, I'll stretch out my head
to cut it for you, can you cut it down if you try it!" The third prince was obviously a little unbalanced by what had just happened, and he really stretched his neck towards Ye Qingyang, as if waiting for Ye Qingyang to cut and kill.
The corners of Ye Qingyang's mouth curled slightly.
The scene seemed familiar to him.
So.
Ye Qingyang stepped aside and took the pig-killing knife in the hand of an onlooker butcher, the butcher wanted to speak and stopped, but when he saw Ye Qingyang's fierceness, he didn't dare to say anything in the end.
After all, this is the master who can go toe-to-toe with the three princes, how can he, a little butcher, still be able to confront such a peerless murderer?
Not to mention, just for a knife.
"Click!"
Under everyone's gaze, Ye Qingyang held the kitchen knife in one hand, and with a slight throw, the kitchen knife cut over the white neck of the third prince as if it were cutting tofu.
Suddenly, blood flowed and spurted out.
Several sergeants who were close even had blood on their faces.
Those who are farther away also have more or less blood stains on their clothes.
The heads of the three princes "gurgling" and rolled out of the ground for a long time.
But above the street, there was a general silence!
After more than ten breaths, the crowd cheered, and all fled in all directions.
Their brains were buzzing, and their faces were full of incredulity.
Is the
Third Prince really dead? Does this man really dare to kill the Third Prince
? What are you kidding
? How dare he?
In this Flying Dragon City, how did the kitchen knife cut down?
Although many monks were full of doubts in their hearts, when it came to the excitement of the death of a prince, none of them wanted to get together.
After all, no one wants to be a victim of anger under the angry Zhao royal family.
Ye Qingyang clapped his hands, and suddenly glanced in the direction of the Zhao Imperial Palace.
As he expected, a rainbow light was galloping towards here.
Ye Qingyang retracted his gaze, took the little girl's hand again, smiled encouragingly, and said, "Don't be afraid, it'll be fine!"