In the main courtyard of Shirakumiya, only Yan Zhiyu's sons and son-in-law were left standing beside him. They were all injured slightly or severely, and their eyes gradually became frightened.

These people are so awesome.

Yan Zhiyu looked at Leng Fengqing. Although he calmed down a little, he was still shocked.

Su Rushuang actually laughed loudly, laughing so hard that she fell back and forth, and burst into tears, like a madman. Suddenly, she stopped laughing, stretched out her trembling fingers, pointed at Leng Fengqing, and hatred suddenly: "You are not dead?

You have a son, it's ridiculous, it's ridiculous.

A person who should have died was not dead, and a person who should have lived well had suffered thirty-six years of torture.

Leng Fengqing, you have harmed me so badly, you should go to hell."

Leng Fengqing ignored her words, and now in her eyes, there is only Yan Zhiyu.

For Yan Zhiyu, thirty-six years have passed, but for her, these thirty-six years seem to be missing, and the hatred of extermination is still yesterday.

Yan Zhiyu also looked at the anger and viciousness in her eyes, and he felt fear for the first time.

He forced himself to calm his mind and said, "I can leave you without any blame. Otherwise, even if you come to Fengdu City, you will not be able to escape without any loss."

Leng Fengqing's voice was calm and hoarse, "We can lead so many people to your city, you have already lost."

Yan Zhiyu smiled, "Lost?

Yeah?"

He believed that the generals under his command must have made a thorough arrangement if they could let them come. I guess the archers were ready at this time and just waited to shoot them all here.

The Fourth Master held Leng Fengqing's hand and said, "Mom, you don't have to talk to him, just sit down and watch!"

After saying that, he kicked up a chair and sat down with Leng Fengqing.

Yan Zhiyu looked at the Fourth Master, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

I saw him take action just now, but in just one move, I cut off the ears of a master.

This is his son.

The teacher is right, Leng Fengqing's son will definitely be very outstanding.

That's true.

"Lord Yan, don't wait, your people won't come."

Master Leng slowly raised his head, walked over step by step with his sword, and stood in front of Yan Zhiyu. He was half a head taller than Yan Zhiyu. His young and steady aura crushed Yan Zhiyu. "Before we arrived, I had sent someone to Fengdu City to mix into your army. I had been slow to poison the food these days. Today is the time for poison to break out. Otherwise, do you think we could easily come here?"

Yan Zhiyu's eyebrows were beating anxiously for a few times, pressing his anxious eyes, but he still couldn't help but look outside. There was no movement.

Master Yan pressed the wound on his chest and stepped forward and shouted angrily, "What do you want?" "What do you want?"

"The other three young men also came forward. Their appearances were similar to Yan Zhiyu. Their long-term wealth made them full of nobleness, but they were not majestic.

"We only have the lives of Yan Zhiyu and Su Rushuang!"

Master Leng Si said lightly.

“Bold!”

The eldest son was so angry that his forehead was beating, "You are just minions and dogs of the court, and you are talking wildly. Are you afraid of your life?"

The second young master Yan stared at the Fourth Master, "Are you Leng Si?

The cold prince consort?"

They were actually a little confused, because the father said "Leng Si's father" just now, how could this be possible? "Lord City Lord Yan!"

The Fourth Master didn't respond to their words, but just looked at Yan Zhiyu, "It's time to give an explanation today when what happened thirty-six years ago."

Yan Zhiyu was very resentful and said, "Go away, I will talk to your mother."

"I'm afraid there is no need!"

The Fourth Master raised his sword and stabbed Yan Zhiyu. Yan Zhiyu jumped up and retreated in the air.

Several young men wanted to help, but were immediately stopped by the old man in black.

Yan Zhiyu was cold and seldom. They didn't go to help, but just controlled others and stood by and watched the battle.

In fact, many people don’t know how high Leng Si’s martial arts are, except for the Prince Anfeng and his wife who taught him.

His sword skills were swift and fierce, forcing Yan Zhiyu to deal with it in a mess. The guards in the city palace were blocked by the wolf pack and the people from the Hongmeimen of the Lenglangmen. Yan Zhiyu was fighting alone, in a mess, but he could still hold on.

But I believe that in less than a cup of tea, Yan Zhiyu will be defeated.

Su Rushuang, who had been shocked and crazy, suddenly stretched out his dry hand to Leng Fengqing, pinched Leng Fengqing's neck, and the crazy eyes were also poured with flames. He was furious: "Stop, stop me, otherwise I will kill her!"

Su Rushuang knows martial arts skills, but her martial arts skills are not good. This is because she has been seriously ill when she was a teenager and neglects to practice martial arts. After becoming the city lord's wife, she has become even more untouched by weapons. However, she still has some skills.

With her fierce strength, she grabbed Leng Fengqing's neck.

Everyone looked at it, afraid that she would break Leng Fengqing's neck if she tried harder.

Prince Anfeng's eyes turned cold and he was about to take action. The princess pressed his hand and shook his head slightly, indicating that there was no need to be, and he also suppressed the people behind him, and no one had to come forward to save him.

Sure enough, everyone saw Leng Fengqing being pinched, and his head tilted, as if he had pinched something, he walked around Su Rushuang's shoulder, pressed his elbow, forcing Su Rushuang to tilt his head out. The needle in Leng Fengqing's hand pierced into her right eye.

Su Rushuang screamed, let go of Leng Fengqing, covered her bloody eyes, staggered to the ground, shouting shrillly while rolling, and cursing loudly, and none of Yan Zhiyu's sons came forward to help her up, watching her rolling on the ground coldly.

Leng Fengqing sat down slowly, took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on her face, and her movements were gentle and calm, and she didn't even look at the person who was rolling on the ground and screaming.

Compared to hating Su Rushuang, she hated Yan Yu even more.

So, after she wiped the blood, she watched the fight between the Fourth Master and Yan Zhiyu.

Yan Zhiyu was already at a disadvantage and was injured in many places on his body. The Fourth Master's sword was not the key point, which made Yan Zhiyu mistakenly think that the Fourth Master would not kill him.

He suddenly felt conceited. Even though he had never raised his son for a day, he was still reluctant to kill him. Naturally, he had been in a high position for many years and understood what he wanted.

He withdrew his sword and retreated to the corridor. Linfeng looked at the Fourth Master, "Stop it, I know very well what you want. You are my eldest son, and it is natural for you to inherit Fengdu City."

"Father!"

The face of Master Yan changed.

"No need to say, he is your brother!"

Yan Zhiyu raised his hand and stared at the Fourth Master, "You brought so many people here, just to have an explanation. Is this explanation enough?"

It has been thirty-six years since I came to Fengdu City, so I naturally saw the momentum of Fengdu City. It is no longer a court that can stop it. How can I be a princess than a city lord?

The Fourth Master looked sad or happy, and he walked forward with his sword in his hand, "You are right, I want an explanation!"

Yan Zhiyu always felt a little awkward when he looked at his face that looked like Leng Fengqing. However, he needed someone stronger to help him. He had a pack of wolves, and being able to bother Prince Anfeng and his wife together was enough to prove that he was capable.

"Don't worry, I will announce it to the public in two days..." The Fourth Master's eyes flashed slightly, and his sword-holding hand flipped, stabbing Yan Zhiyu's abdomen like lightning. Yan Zhiyu's words stopped abruptly, and he lowered his head, looked at the blood flowing out of his abdomen, and staggered, "You..." "Father!"

The sons of the Yan family were about to break their eyes and shouted, but no one dared to go forward to save the sword of the old man in black.

The Fourth Master still had no sadness and joy in his eyes and said, "The explanation I want is far more than this.

I want everything you have to lose little by little."
Chapter completed!