Keyboard Immortal Chapter 1002: Mysterious Swordsman

Zuan tapped his toes, and the whole person flew silently to the top of a large tree next to him, looking into the distance through the dense canopy.

I saw a group of people slowly walking out of the corner at the end of the corridor. The leader was the city lord Pei Shao whom he had seen outside the city before. He was talking to a young man next to him.

Although his attitude is not flattering, he is smiling and speaking politely. It is obvious that the identity of the other party is very important to him.

Zuan looked carefully, the young man was dressed in luxurious clothes, and the details such as the cuffs and necklines were bordered with gold thread. Inexplicable arrogance.

"It's okay, you are going to pick up the imperial envoy. This time the prince came here in a low-key manner, and I didn't want too many people to know about it." The young man suddenly frowned as he spoke, and moved his feet subconsciously.

From the beginning, his walking posture has occasionally been a little unnatural, and every time there is a gloomy look in his eyes.

Pei Shao obviously noticed this and asked with concern: "Is the prince injured? There are a lot of elixir in the house, which should help the prince's injury."

"Do we have any elixir in Prince Qi's mansion?" The young man rolled his eyes, "It's just the aftermath of a minor injury, it's not a problem."

Despite saying this, the tone is gritted, obviously not as calm as he appears.

Rage value from Zhao Zhi+444+444+444...

Zhu An is happy, this person is naturally the prince of Qi, Zhao Zhi, this guy is really my lucky star, and he will give a gift when he arrives.

As for the discomfort on the other party's leg, it was obviously caused by the fact that he broke his leg at the beginning. Although he has recovered, it is obviously still a pain when it is windy and rainy.

The weather in the northwest is very cold these days, and this feeling is naturally more obvious.

He looked to the side, and Zhao Zhi followed an old man a few feet behind him. His silver hair was neatly combed, and his eyes scanned the surroundings sharply, as if he was guarding against a hidden enemy.

This is also an old acquaintance, Han Fengqiu, a master of the ninth-rank peak, Ke Qing of the Qi Palace.

Zuan An thought that it would be miserable to be a guest minister in the Prince Qi's mansion. Several famous guest ministers were killed in the secret realm of West Dog Hill before. Now Han Fengqiu is left alone. I don't know if he will panic.

At this time, Pei Shao immediately understood that most of the injury was a pain that Prince Qi didn't want to mention. He secretly regretted his abruptness just now, and naturally he would not ask again: "With the ability of the prince and the prince, it is naturally a serious injury. No problem."

Zhao Zhi responded absentmindedly, then looked aside: "By the way, I've heard Miss Pei's name for a long time, why haven't I seen her?"

Hearing his words, Zaan's eyes narrowed, this guy came to Damanman? Boy, your way is narrow!

Pei Shao replied, "I have already sent someone to invite him."

At this moment, a maid hurried over: "Master, the young lady doesn't want to go out, she said she wants to retreat and doesn't want to see anyone."

Pei Shao's smile froze: "Useless things, go and invite them again!"

"Yes!" The maid looked aggrieved, but seeing the master's anger, she didn't dare to say anything, and hurriedly turned and left.

At this time, Pei Shao explained to Zhao Zhi: "This daughter of my family was spoiled by her mother a few years ago, and the prince saw a joke, and I hope the prince will not mind."

Zhao Zhi waved his hand: "It's okay, anyway, the main purpose of this trip is not to see her..."

Although Zaan would like to continue listening to what they have to discuss, these are not as important as Pei Mianman.

Looking at the girl's figure, he quietly followed.

If Han Fengqiu felt something in the distance, he looked back at the big tree where he just hid.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Zhi asked curiously, sensing his strangeness.

"It's nothing." Han Fengqiu was also a little strange. Just now, he seemed to feel a figure flashing by, but when he looked closely, there was nothing. Could it be that I was suspicious.

But he quickly put these suspicions out of his mind. Just now, he has been scouting the surrounding area with all his strength. With his current cultivation level, the entire Yunzhong County can hide from his eyes and ears no more than a handful, and those are all They are big people, how could they possibly touch Pei Shao's house? I must have been too nervous recently.

Let's talk about the other side, Zu An followed the maid all the way to the inner courtyard, and gradually frowned. It is reasonable to say that Da Manman is the eldest young lady. Why does she live in such a remote place?

Soon the maid came to a dilapidated courtyard. Compared with the splendor of other residences in the City Lord's Mansion, this place can only be called dilapidated.

It's not better than the quiet environment, but it gives people a sense of refinement.

"Miss, Miss!" The maid kept knocking on the door, "Master wants you to go out anyway."

"Don't go!" A familiar voice came from the room, still as soft and sweet as before, but it seemed to reveal a hint of exhaustion.

"Da Man Man!" Hearing this familiar voice, Zaun couldn't hold back his lovesickness and strode inside.

"He Fang rat, dare to trespass the girl's residence!" At this moment, a cold snort sounded from the side.

At the same time, Zu An gave a warning sign and hurriedly jumped to the side several feet away.

And a gleaming long sword had already stabbed where he used to be.

Zuan secretly wiped away his cold sweat. If he just slowed down for a moment, he might have been stabbed in a hole.

Before in Yi County, he used **** to easily pick up the sword from Yicheng City Lord Haoran Yang Qi, but facing this sword, he never thought of using his fingers to pick it up, and his first reaction was to hurry up and hide.

"Huh!" The other party was obviously a little surprised at how fast he was, but the sword in his hand didn't stop at all, as if an antelope with its horns continued to stab him.

Looking at the sword that was as fast as a meteor from the sky, Zaan policeman Zhao Dasheng. It's not that he has never met a master swordsman, but this person in front of him can be called the best swordsman among all the people he meets.

While teleporting with a gale force to several dozen meters away, he summoned Baiming to carry out a mental attack on him, interfering with his next move.

Bai Ming's phantom rushed towards him with a neigh, and the man laughed: "I am drunk today, and I am worried tomorrow."

The whole person passed directly through Baiming, and Baiming's phantom dissipated little by little.

Zu An Xin sank, this person is at least a master, and his soul is condensed far above him, so Baiming's mental attack is useless.

The key is that the opponent's swordsmanship is really amazing, completely pinpointing the time when his old strength has grown old and new strength has not risen.

With his current cultivation level, there is no limit to the number of times he can cast Gale, but there is a cooldown of several seconds between the two castings. When you get there, you won't be able to seize that fleeting opportunity.

But the person in front of him is different. His figure is indeed still behind him, but his sword is faster than his people, and in the blink of an eye, he has reached Zaan.

Swordsmanship?

Zuan didn't have time to think about it, so he directly took out the Tai'a sword, and in a flash, he made a dozen moves against the flying sword. No matter how cunning and strange the angle of the flying sword was, he was stopped one by one.

"Huh?" Now it was the person on the opposite side who was surprised. Although he didn't use his full strength, it was unheard of for him to stop all his sword moves.

At this time, Zaun also saw the other side clearly, a middle-aged man with a shaggy beard, a few strands of curly hair on his forehead, a sleepy look, and a huge blue gourd slung across his back, which can be felt from a distance The strong smell of alcohol emanating from him.

It's freezing cold here, but he still wears a single shirt on his body. He doesn't know whether it's old wine stains or oil stains on his clothes, baggy pants, and even a pair of worn-out straw sandals on his feet.

The whole person is as sloppy as they are. If you were an ordinary person, the first reaction to wearing this kind of clothes would be a dirty and smelly beggar, but this person is different, and you can vaguely see between his eyes He was handsome, but the overall feeling at this time was endless loneliness and desolation.

As Zaun looked at the man, he was also looked at.

Just now, due to being caught off guard, a hole was cut in the clothes of Zaan's chest by the sword energy. Although he did not hurt himself, it also exposed the skin inside.

At this time, the sloppy middle-aged man's eyes suddenly fell on the flame-shaped pendant around his neck, and he couldn't help but stare.

"There are assassins!"

At this moment, there was a loud noise not far away. The two of them made such a big noise just now that if the guards of the City Lord's Mansion couldn't react any more, they would buy tofu and kill them.

Numerous guards came around here, and among them there were several figures who were extremely fast, apparently the masters of the city lord's mansion.

Even the other parts of the city have a strong sense of mastery coming here.

The scruffy middle-aged man gave Zaan a deep look, then statured a little and disappeared into the distance.

Zuan's brows are slightly wrinkled. It's clear that Damanman will not be seen today. With his current status, he didn't want to conflict with the guards of the City Lord's Mansion, so he left in the other direction.