Martial Myth System

The capital of clouds and the earth, located on the river, stays in the misty world of clouds.

Han Feng walked into Yunchendu with three young guards from the Sword Suspension Department, only then did he really feel the amorous feelings of Yunchendu.

High-rise buildings abound, and the tops are submerged in low-hanging white clouds.

Below is a pedestrian vendor wearing a long shirt and short jacket.

As it should be prosperous, it does not appear crowded in the spacious streets.

Han Feng listened to the tactful screams that echoed in his ears. He was in an open mood. He smiled and asked Jiang Xiaohu next to him:

"Little tiger, Sword Suspension Department in Yunchendu How far is it?"

Jiang Xiaohu talked to his idol, with a little unavoidable tension, pointing to the front and saying:

"My lord, over there is our Sword The gate of the Suspension Department is now."

Speaking of Jiang Xiaohu's finger, he looked over. It was a tall portal with independent streets. Behind the portal are three wooden tall buildings that are in line with the style of the cloud and dust.

Han Feng's eyesight is farsighted, but his brows are frowned.

Looking from a distance, there is a noise at the gate of Yunchendu's Sword Suspension Department.

"Is that the door of the Sword Suspension Department?"

Han Feng asked in a cold voice.

Jiang Xiaohu also didn't expect the hustle and bustle of his own door. It is a little unclear, so:

"It should be...Is it..."

"Let's take a look. "

Han Feng walked over with the three of them.

Go to the tall portal of the Sword Suspension Department.

A smiling man in a white robe is leading two black robe ambassadors and dozens of Sword Suspension Department guards in black and white uniforms at the gate of Yunchendu Division.

A group of arrogant Martial Artists with brocade flowery clothed were surrounded by the door, and a pure black coffin was placed at the gate of the Sword Suspension Department branch.

These arrogant Martial Artists are jammed at the door of the Sword Suspension Department, blocking the roads and attracting people in the city to watch.

A middle-aged man wearing thick velvet brocade with shady eyebrows, bent his upper body on a black coffin board, and cried loudly:

"My son! You are dead! It’s so miserable, these imperial court eagle dogs human life as grass! For your father, I must make justice for you!"

As the middle-aged man cries, he surrounds the Sword Suspension Department. Dozens of arrogant Martial Artists at the gate shouted:

"Sword Suspension Department human life as grass, kill my Young Master, kill for life! Kill for life!"

"No Wrong! The Sword Suspension Department must hand over the people!"

……

These Martial Artists are all burly men with muscular knots, shouting, aggressive.

It looks like they are the officers and soldiers... The Sword Suspension Department has become a gangster...

Han Feng led the three Jiang Xiaohu to approach.

Looking at this scene, Jiang Xiaohu was about to rush up immediately, Han Feng grabbed his shoulder and made him impossible to move even a little bit.

Jiang Xiaohu turned his head and looked at Han Feng, Han Feng's complexion was as usual, indifferently said:

"No hurry, look again."

Follow Han Feng's words, the three of them quietly watched by Han Feng's side.

In the scolding of these arrogant Martial Artists, the white robe at the gate of Yunchen Capital’s Sword Suspension Department still looks light and graceful while holding a sword:

"Xiao's Second Master, I have already explained to you that your Young Master is arrogant and despotic. He oppresses the good people and also intends to kill him. Our Sword Suspension Department also killed him because of his resistance during the sanctions process. This matter...can't blame us."

"Can't complain!? Why can't you complain?"

This Xiao's Second Master pointed his finger at the smiling face and held the sword, and said loudly:

"My son is only twenty-eight years old this year! He is still a child!! Even if he is not, he should be educated by myself as a father, even more how he is just because he is playful by nature. Just teasing the ordinary people, you guys from the Sword Suspension Department killed him on the spot without saying a word. Do you want to deceive me Xiao Family, or provoke the face of His Royal Highness Qi?"

Xiao's While the Second Master was speaking, the Martial Artists who were blocking the gate of the Sword Suspension Department echoed in unison. Aggressive really seemed to occupy some moral truth.

The cold light flashed in the eyes of the smiling face holding the sword, and the face is also smiling, holding the elbow

"The Sword Suspension Department has no intention to provoke Xiao Family, but it does not allow anyone to provoke away. National law, you guys come to stop me Sword Suspension Department, you are crossing the line."

The sword-holding lips smiled unabated, but his voice became more and more cold and severe, staring straight ahead. Xiao Family is a group of Martial Artists.

The invisible pressure came, and the arrogant Martial Artists were silent one after another.

After all, the Sword Suspension Department represents the Imperial Court. If you go to the door to provoke you, you have to go bigger, and it's justifiable to be an evil.

Xiao's Second Master's eyes flashed fiercely, pointing to the white robe and holding the sword and yelled:

"Liu Minghua, don't think you are something. To put it bluntly, you are just the Imperial Court. I’m just a dog! I’ve repaired the book of His Royal Highness King Qi. If you don’t hand over the murderer, I want the entire Sword Suspension Department in Yunchendu to eat and walk around!"

Speaking of which, it’s just that. After hitting the Sword Suspension Department's face, Liu Minghua's smiling face and sword-holding smile remained unchanged, but the coldness in his eyes grew thicker.

"Oh? I'm going to take a look, how can Xiao's Second Master make me unable to eat?"

The subtle atmosphere is brewing at the entrance of the Sword Suspension Department.

At this time, another middle-aged man wrapped in a long-sleeved robe came out surrounded by a dozen Martial Artists:

"Eh~Liu Zhi Don’t be angry with the sword. Although Xiao's Second Master has spoken a little too much, considering Xiao Family Young Master’s new funeral, it’s understandable to make a momentary gaffe~"

This new middle-aged man is holding a folding fan. In the winter, the fan is still pretending to be fan wind, which looks nondescript.

But a discerning person can understand at a glance. This person is True Qi introverted and has a deep expression. Compared with Xiao's Second Master, who is rude and knows how to advance or retreat, this is a difficult role.

Feng Ning whispered behind Han Feng: "This is Feng Bo, the patriarch of Feng Family in the city. The wind evaluation is as bad as Xiao Family."

Han Feng keeps his eyes on This person felt a slightly familiar evil feeling.

Standing at the door of the Sword Suspension Department, Liu Minghua, the sword holder, looked at the man, his thoughts turned into a smile, and slowly said: "It turns out that Patriarch Feng is here, why? Feng Family must be in order to Xiao Family Young Master to ask for justice?"

"hahaha, Liu Zhijian said and laughed," Patriarch Feng flashed a seemingly bold smile on his face, in his hands Folding fans together, "Here I am here, I want to mediate and arbitrate for both parties."

Liu Minghua eyebrow raised:

"I wonder how Patriarch Feng wants to arbitrate?"

“It’s simple, killing pays for life is just that, Patriarch Xiao died of his son, and the Sword Suspension Department compensated him to Patriarch Xiao, shouldn’t it? Patriarch Xiao then apologized to Liu Zhisword dao, and that’s it. After revealing it, everyone is happy~"

This Patriarch Feng said as he walked to the side of Xiao's Second Master who was holding the coffin, patted Xiao's Second Master on the shoulder and asked:

"How do you see Xiao's Second Master?"

Xiao's Second Master's eyes were violent, and he raised his head against Liu Minghua and the Sword Suspension Department guards:

"Anyway, kill The murderer must die!"

Feng Family patriarch looked at Liu Minghua again and asked with a smile:

"How does Liu Zhijian look at it?"

Seeing these two people strung together, Liu Minghua felt troubled.

I was thinking about countermeasures, and Han Feng’s voice came from the crowd:

"I see, Patriarch Feng should go with this Xiao's Second Master, let me run. I'm afraid I can't help but hit the two of you with blood."

The sudden madness attracted the attention of everyone present, and Shi Shiran walked out of the crowd of Han Feng, who was wearing a large cloak of Haori. , The expression is relaxed.

The three small guards also ran back to the group of guards at the gate of the Sword Suspension Department.

As the sword holder of the Sword Suspension Department of Yunchen Capital, Liu Minghua knew the news of Han Feng's transfer. Liu Minghua, who had seen the portrait of Han Feng, felt a little at ease when he saw Han Feng appear.

Feng and Xiao did not know Han Feng at all.

Feng Family patriarch is a deep person, with a folding fan in his hand shaking gently, silently.

Another Xiao's Second Master directly began to curse: "Where did you come from? I'm Xiao Family doing things, and I still need you to fix my beak?"

Han Feng's expression sank, and his body converged in an imposing manner, surging out, Mingyu True Qi superimposed with Zhou Liu Bajin, flooding the spot.

Jinghai knife was taken out of its sheath and inserted into the ground in front of him.

"Xiao Family really has hands and eyes open to the sky... In the Sword Suspension Department holding the sword Han Feng, I will not be added as the chief executive of the Sword Suspension Department in the capital of Yunchen."

while speaking Han Feng Staring at Feng and Xiao with both eyes, using "Emperor Qi Observation Technique" to draw their minds, shouted in a low voice:

"Are you really deceiving me that the sword of the Sword Suspension Department is not sharp enough? "

At this time, Han Feng in the vicinity who blessed the "Emperor Qi Observation Technique" looked like a giant with a height of 100 meters, overlooking the earth from the clouds.

The breath becomes windy, and the anger becomes thunder.