Chu Yunqing was in the courtyard, looking at the mess.

Ai Xiaozhou hasn't come back yet, he's waiting for another person.

The carriage drove through the street and stopped at the door, and Concubine Yao stepped down.

"Your Highness." Xing'er, who was driving the car, hesitated to speak.

The accompanying guards were all at the street corner, and they were the only two coming this time. To be honest, the person they had to face was Murong Feng. Even though Xing'er was usually careless, when she really came here, she still felt...

chug.

"I feel the Qi of Immortality." Concubine Yao looked at the vermilion door in front of her and said, "This means that Murong Feng is fighting with someone else, or it has ended."

Xing'er was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up, "In that case, let's go in and pick up the leaks!"

Concubine Yao chuckled lightly, picked up her skirt, and walked up the stone steps in front of the door.

Myolie quickly jumped out of the carriage and went to open the door for her.

Chu Yunqing was sitting on the pony in the courtyard, heard the sound of the door opening, and then looked up.

Concubine Yao held the hem of her skirt with both hands and looked curiously at the courtyard. She was so beautiful that she was a little confused.

She saw a strong man who looked like an ox, sitting on a pony and peeling peanuts to eat. At this time, he also looked over, looking a little honest.

She saw the mess in the courtyard, the broken and collapsed house walls, the broken bluestone slabs and blood stains, as well as the woman sitting under the corridor adjusting her breath.

Concubine Yao had secretly dealt with "Jianghu" a lot, so she naturally recognized Murong Feng's eldest disciple.

At this time, the immortal energy was still vaguely dissipated, and since this woman was here again, it was assumed that Murong Feng was still in the room.

Concubine Yao's eyes turned cold, so the strong man in front of her was the subordinate who came with Murong Feng.

Chu Yunqing tilted his head. Isn't this woman the girl he met at Ganyun Temple?

"Where is Murong Feng?" At this time, he heard the other party say.

"Murong Feng?" Chu Yunqing was stunned for a moment, and then he became wary.

This person also came to see Murong Feng? Who is she? How did she know that Murong Feng had been here?

"Who are you?" Chu Yunqing stood up and asked tentatively.

Concubine Yao narrowed her eyes.

Although the man in front of me looked very strong when he was sitting down, even sitting on a small horse was a bit funny, but when he stood up, he realized how big he was, and the sense of pressure full of power and explosiveness was extremely clear.

, which inevitably makes people feel depressed.

Xing'er snorted and was about to step forward.

Concubine Yao raised her arms to stop her.

"You don't know who I am?" she asked.

Chu Yunqing shook his head.

Concubine Yao smiled, this "Jianghu" person was really arrogant, he dared to say that he didn't even know her.

"Your Highness?" Xing'er gestured.

Concubine Yao nodded gently.

Xing'er flicked her sleeve, and she slapped Chu Yunqing.

Concubine Yao's expression remained unchanged. This time was not considered a test. She had confidence in Xing'er. No matter how strong the person in front of her was, Xing'er was still strong enough...

"Ah!" Xing'er cried out in pain, and her shoulders slumped down.

Chu Yunqing grabbed her forehead and lifted her off the ground.

Xing'er's face turned red and she struggled desperately, but the severe pain in her forehead made her unable to move her legs.

Concubine Yao's face suddenly changed, how could it be?

What she saw clearly just now was that when Xing'er's palm was swatted away, the man casually slapped her on the forearm, directly slapping away her energy and restraining her with one move.

This guy is a bit weird.

"You..." Concubine Yao was worried about Xing'er and subconsciously wanted to speak.

"Who are you?" Chu Yunqing frowned.

He is not a murderous person. Although the other party took action against him, he did not have a favorable impression of Murong Feng when he mentioned it before. If you think about it carefully, he should not be the same person.

Those who have a grudge against Murong Feng should have no interest in the "jianghu". Of course, the more such people, the better.

Moreover, the woman in front of him had a good temperament and was obviously an unusual person. There might be forces involved behind her, so Chu Yunqing felt that he could not be reckless.

That's why he wanted to confirm it.

At this time, Concubine Yao also had some doubts in her heart. Not to mention the relevant information about the famous masters in the "Jiang Hu", she had seen it, and there was no such person at all. And based on the personalities of those people in the "Jiang Hu", if

If Xing'er was restrained like she is now, she would definitely kill her directly instead of talking to her again.

So, she felt a little weird. Maybe she had preconceived ideas and thought something wrong?

"Aren't you from Murong Feng?" Concubine Yao asked.

Chu Yunqing shook his head, "No."

"Then why is she here?" Concubine Yao pointed to Kexin who was also looking over.

"Murong Feng gave up on her." Chu Yunqing said.

"Give up?" Concubine Yao was startled, then thought of something, and said in disbelief: "Could it be that someone defeated Murong Feng? Is it you?"

"It's me." Chu Yunqing nodded calmly.

Concubine Yao's eyes lit up, and then she walked towards him.

Chu Yunqing frowned.

"You put Xing'er down first." Concubine Yao said: "We have no ill intentions, we are here to kill Murong Feng."

Chu Yunqing let go of his hand.

"Oops!" Xing'er couldn't stand on her feet and sat down on the ground.

Concubine Yao helped her up and fixed her dislocated arm.

Then, she couldn't help but circle around Chu Yunqing twice.

"Murong Feng was defeated by you?" Concubine Yao said in surprise: "Which family are you a descendant of?"

She did not doubt Chu Yunqing's words, because just now, she had used a secret method to sense a circle. The immortal energy here was slowly dissipating, and there was no Qi of Murong Feng.

As for the two people in the room, one was seriously injured and the other was weak, neither of them was Murong Feng. And if I guessed correctly, they were those two idiots, Hua Wuqi from the Shenwu Sect, and Zhou Wangchao, the former outer sect chief of the Qingjing Sect.

At this time, Concubine Yao was extremely curious about the person in front of her.

Young and steady, with strong martial arts skills, which family's descendant is this, released to travel around the world?

Or maybe, by appearing inexplicably in the city of God, he wants to involve or interfere with something?

Otherwise, why would he confront Murong Feng?

"The girl guessed wrong." Chu Yunqing said: "I am not a descendant of any family. It is just because we are friends that I became enemies with Murong Feng."

"Girl?" Concubine Yao couldn't help but smile after hearing this.

Her smile is not like other women who have to hide their mouths, be reserved or maintain elegance, but a free and easy smile, with clean teeth flashing through, elegant and graceful.

This is a woman who is easy to fall in love with.

"I'm from the palace." Concubine Yao said.

Chu Yunqing was startled. He thought that the carriage at the foot of Ganyun Temple was indeed from the palace.

Could it be a master from Ouchi? He thought.

"This is my Highness!" Xing'er frowned, rubbing her arms and looking at Chu Yunqing with an unkind expression.

"Your Highness?" Chu Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then thought of someone.

"Concubine Yao?" he said subconsciously.

"Bold!" Xing'er was immediately furious. No one dared to call His Highness that in person.

Concubine Yao waved her hand, then looked at Chu Yunqing, smiled and said: "I know, you are Chu Yunqing."

When the other party said that they were against Murong Feng because they were friends, she thought of the person Su Zaixin praised.

A person of love and justice.

Chu Yunqing nodded, "I am Chu Yunqing."

Concubine Yao arched her eyebrows and looked at him with admiration.

…

We took some chairs from the house and sat down in the yard.

"So, you didn't kill Murong Feng?"
To be continued...