The Great Sword Master Canghai shouted softly, and a brand new flying sword was about to shoot out, but was stopped.

"Let's wait!"

Yu Yang spoke.

"What? Want to beg for mercy?"

Canghai paused his fingers slightly and smiled: "Everyone can forgive you, but you are the only one who cannot forgive you!"

“Take it slow, take it slow.”

After recuperating for several months, Yang Yu's sharpness became more and more restrained. He was not angry when he heard this, but instead took out the flying sword.

"My sword!"

Canghai exclaimed, and the flying sword that was about to shoot was beaten again.

"Answer three questions, I will give you this sword."

Yang Yu played with the flying sword, and the golden light flowed in his palm:

"If not, I'll fold it."

"You dare!"

Canghai's sword eyebrows were raised, and his heart was filled with shock, anger, and pain.

It is difficult to learn a hundred-step flying sword, and it is even more difficult to practice. He swallowed this flying sword day and night, and raised it with essence and blood and breathing secrets for most of his life.

The use of it is as good as you want is far from what he has just taken.

When he heard what Yang Yu said, even though he was furious, he still suppressed himself:

"What is the benefit of the dying person?"

"Since you are dying, what's the point of saying it?"

The golden light in Yang Yu's palm was even stronger, and the thousand-forged sword was extremely sharp, but his strength was erect, but he pressed it into a bending force.

"stop!"

Canghai felt as heartbroken as a knife. For him, this scene was even more unbearable than being played with by his wife and daughter.

"You ask!"

A red light flashed in his eyes, and he swore in his heart that he would tear it into pieces.

"The first question is, why did your prince send you to kill me?"

"Nie Wendong."

Canghai's answer was cold and unbearable.

"I see."

Yu Yang was sure.

Zhang Lingfeng colluded with Nie Wendong, and he had speculation. After all, when Nie Wendong was killed that day, people from the royal palace were present.

I felt a little clear and continued to ask:

"What's the reason why your prince suddenly launched a coup?"

"The dying person is still quite curious."

Canghai sneered, but saw the curved flying sword, and gritted his teeth again:

"Because of you!"

"Because of me?"

This answer was greatly beyond Yang Yu's expectations, and he immediately reacted:

"Recruiting a son-in-law?"

"The prince is gentle in nature. Even if he encounters all kinds of disasters, he has never had the intention of usurping him. But who would have thought that you would jump out!"

The expression of Canghai became gloomy:

"If the princess wants to recruit you as her son-in-law, she must have the intention of making the princess the princess the prince, but that will definitely defile the bloodline of the prince's mansion. This is something that the prince will definitely not tolerate!"

"Defiled the bloodline of the royal palace?"

He said this very smoothly, but Yang Yu was ridiculous and crying.

Not to mention that this is just a temporary solution between him and Yu Fengxian, even if the two of them really combine, he doesn't feel that his bloodline is inferior.

"What about that?"

The sea sneered.

"Extremely ridiculous."

Yang Yu bounced his fingers, and the flying sword shot backwards into the air and shot towards the sea.

‘Is it really given it to me?’

Canghai looked shocked. When he looked up, he saw that the man was raising his bow and arrow on the crane's back, and his voice was as thunderous as thunder:

"Run faster on the road to Huangquan, chase his ancestor Zhang Yuanzhu, and ask him..."
Chapter completed!