The flying sword was indeed not very strong, and it just happened to stab one of the men carrying the wooden box in the arm.

The man was in pain, and his arms, which were bleeding profusely, were trembling slightly, but they still kept their original posture tightly. He only gritted his teeth and said to his fellow companion who was staring at him in a daze: "Why don't you leave!"

The things in the wooden box were of vital importance to them. At this moment, he reminded him, and the rest of them couldn't help but speed up their pace and dared not waste time.

When Wuyou's sword sheath was knocked, a numb feeling of weight of a thousand pounds fell down. Bai Lu groaned and actually took a few steps back.

When did Wuyou make such rapid progress in martial arts? Bai Lu frowned tightly, and realized that he was in a very difficult trouble today.

Wuyou reached out and pulled the crowd, and broke up the crowd gathered together. With a leverage under his feet, he stood firmly on the wooden box in front of everyone: "Who is in the wooden box?"

After being touched, many people looked pale on the scene. Several lips even trembled, but they still stubbornly refused to admit: "You, what are you talking about? Who is hiding a living person inside and moving around?"

But Wuyou took out the token from the palace from his belt and showed it to the guards: "No one of these people is allowed to be released from the city."

The guards were originally fence-bearers, and the biggest feature of the wind was their biggest feature at this moment. The one they lacked the most was actually just a backbone.

Wuyou's appearance just made up for this lack, and his appearance just now was really shocking. The guards immediately responded: "Yes, yes. Never let any fish that missed the net."

Wuyou then looked back with satisfaction and continued to look at the person who had just talked to him: "I didn't say whether the people here are life or death. Aren't you telling yourself if you don't say this?"

The man opened his mouth, but was afraid that he would make mistakes. In the end, he just shut up angrily and glared Wuyou with his uneven eyes.

The guards rushed up like water, surrounding Bai Lu and others. Seeing that the situation was under control, Wuyou then used the tip of his sword to open the padlock on the wooden box.

A long black hair was draped loosely on the back, and the style of the curly cloud pattern was covered with a thin white shirt. It was written by the Tongguan who disappeared on the day that the palace people said: "Tongguan Musician, can you still have a happy life after leaving the palace?"

Tongguan didn't expect that the result of his back pain was still in a state of failure.

With a restless mood, and the turbulent fire was hard to relieve, Tongguan's Ruya, who had always been in front of others, was revealed at this moment. He gave Wuyou a look with his eyes: "Your Majesty is such a good method. You will lose your throne, but you are still in the mood to send a lackey like you to stare at me without leaving any steps?"

Wuyou didn't realize anything about such meaningless attacks. In fact, he had long since lost his pain.

Whether it is a lackey's words or a lot of criticisms, if there is no substantial thing in front of him, he will not even blink his eyes.

Wuyou didn't reply or get angry, but it completely angered Tongguan. He even became a little hysterical, and a courage that came up somewhere made him hold Wuyou's clothes: "Do you know who I am? If you know the truth, please make way for me!"

Wuyou was not angry, so he let the other party hold his collar and kept talking. It doesn’t matter who it is, what’s important is that Tongguan is the person His Majesty is looking for.

The steps behind him rose, Wuyou thought about it, and then he grabbed Tongguan's wrist and forced the other party to let go: "No matter who you are, you can't leave now."

Seeing that the coercion was not successful, Tongguan came up with the trick of seduction. He licked his lips that were cracked and skinny because of excessive tension, and instead used his arms to grab Wuyou: "Listen, I am the third prince of Yihuang. My father sent me here just to explore the reality of Tiansheng. If you can successfully go back this time, then you will make a great contribution in front of your father."

Time is too hasty, so whether it is introducing one's identity or making a promise from one's own short seller, it's just a few words.

Wuyou felt the moisture sprayed on his face because of tension, and took a step back: "Three Prince Tongguan, do you think you can go back?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the group of steps stopped behind Wuyou: "Boss, after we received your signal, we immediately rushed over. Where is the Tongguan?"

Tongguan’s affairs were really not small, and His Majesty only gave them one hour. The secret guards basically came out in full swing. Except for the rare expression of Wuyou and the look of being unable to move, they all looked sad. They didn’t know that they thought that the person who was about to go to the execution ground was like them.

Wuyou gave in to the side, and just exposed the red tube behind him: "People are here, take them back."

Tongguan was naturally unwilling to lose here. In a hurry, he could only look at Bai Lu who was stunned and asked for help: "Brother Bai, I agreed, you can't ignore me halfway!"

"Do you know, the gecko's tail was broken?" Wuyou glanced at Bai Lu not far away. Bai Lu and Wuying joined forces to take his life. Even if he was ashamed of the master's sect, their grudges would be either dead or injured: "If the gecko keeps tailing, the same ending will be waiting for it."

"Your Brother Bai and they." Wuyou glanced at everyone with his eyes. In fact, what's the difference between them who were born as killers? They are just as cruel and ruthless as they are: "There is no need to make a choice between yourself and you."

Half an hour later, Wuyou brought people into the Taichen Hall. Mingye in the hall was still sitting on the cold ground, his clothes were a little messy, and his hair was scattered in front of his shoulders, but even so, it did not affect his majesty as the king at all.

Wuyou was thinking that maybe only such people are the real co-lords of the world, not something that no name-less people can covet.

Thinking of this, Wuyou couldn't help but look at Ling Jue, who was always standing in a light and shadow on the other side, unable to see any expression.

After a while, he spoke: "Your Majesty, the musician Tongguan was discovered by us at the city gate, and he is now waiting outside the hall."

Mingye's raised lips finally regained his former glorious spirit. He stretched out a finger and looked at Ling Jue: "It's less than an hour. What's the truth? I think it's time to come to a conclusion."

"Bring it in." Mingye was plagued by illness, but only this sentence seemed full of energy.

In the hall with a little dim light, some tall, thin, and uneven figures were surrounded by them and entered the hall.
Chapter completed!