Chapter 62: Diverting the Disaster Eastward

Everyone, listen to what I have to say……

Zhou Tian certainly did not want to take the blame; he immediately spoke up, wanting to explain.

Don't listen to him; he just wants to deal with us. Besides, he just snatched the invitation!

Yang Jun immediately blurted out another sentence, and with that sentence he instantly drew everyone's attention.

The invitation—this thing—is, in the present day, the most important point in the hearts of these martial artists: it can grant access to the pinnacle of one's life.

Having such a thing, for them the jianghu ruffians originally just risked their lives, heads stuck in their waistbands, fighting; no matter what, in this situation, now this matter—the emergence of the Holy Sword—can achieve its effect and yield everything obtainable.

Martial artists have long since abandoned the imperial court, abandoned the chance to enter this so-called officialdom, in order to achieve all this.

But the emergence of the Holy Sword can often change all that.

So, in this way, everyone longs even more for the Holy Sword, wanting to strive for everything to obtain the results they desire.

Listen to your nonsense, you even snatched the invitation—beat him!

Exactly, it's utterly outrageous, this pretty boy—does he think he's handsome, bringing along a good-looking but face‑shy fairy just to show off like that, and that's supposed to be something?

Utterly outrageous, having such scoundrels, bullying others excessively, disregarding martial ethics!

In a moment, everyone at that time immediately spoke up again.

In their mouths, they all spoke up one after another, you a word, I a word, expressing dissatisfaction.

Zhou Tian glared at Yang Jun.

He knew he had been schemed against by Yang Jun.

Moreover, in those few sentences of Yang Jun's, he was thus framed.

But at this moment he understood a phrase: what it means to be angry yet dare not speak.

What? Confiscate it—he snatched the invitation!

Damn it, without an invitation you have no qualification to enter the Sword Lodge, let alone obtain the Holy Sword!

In an instant, as Yang Jun spoke, everyone's anger rose along with it.

In a split second, at that moment, it erupted.

At this moment, all these problems seemed to have fully erupted, moreover piling up together.

Zhou Tian widened his eyes, glaring at this person like a profiteer, roaring repeatedly, wanting to settle the matter.

But what these people want to achieve, the resolution they seek, the most important point is nothing else than this.

That is, they want to go in and see the Holy Sword.

Even if there truly is no way to obtain the Holy Sword, they still must think of other methods to achieve their desired results!

So at this moment, at this instant, the other martial artists gathered around.

Furthermore, each person was as if injected with chicken blood, their eyes emitting waves of excitement and intense agitation.

Kill!

Go seize!

Who is this person, where did he come from?

Zhou Tian took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, speaking resentfully.

At the same time, his eyes emitted a fierce light.

At this moment, Mo Qingyan's eyes widened even more.

The situation before her was, of course, beyond her expectation, and moreover she had not noticed it.

But now she is even less able to accept such a thing.

To her, everything in this world still holds the possibility of resolution.

In the current situation, all that exists now makes her feel indignant and dissatisfied.

Who is this person?

At this moment, Mo Qingyan took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

She looked at the person who had appeared before her, and at this moment, everything that was being presented.

She felt extremely dissatisfied and uneasy, and at the same time harbored many doubts.

Where did such a person come from?

Never mind who he is, kill him together!

Zhou Tian at this point was already harried, his eyes full of surging anger.

He truly could not tolerate such a thing happening before his eyes.

The commander of the Imperial City Guard Feng Unit sounds unimpressive, seemingly not a high rank.

But in truth, within the Imperial City, that is someone who can walk sideways.

At this stage, how can I endure all this?

Mo Qingyan is puzzled; how could this person before her give her a sense of familiarity, bringing with it immense pressure.

Who is this man?

Yun Xiyue, however, disagrees; no matter how much of these external things you have, it's no big deal.

In short, there is one thing that exists.

That is, this person must know our strength, which is why he's doing this!

Seeing this chaotic scene before her, Yun Xiyue uttered an annoyed remark.

Annoying, you're so bad!

Hearing Yun Xiyue's words, Yang Jun blinked slightly.

Sister, please wipe the saliva from the corner of your mouth.

Besides, I'm not a bad person; dealing with bad people is supposed to be right, isn't it?

We have encountered bad people now; we need to deal with them now—can you please hold back your saliva a bit?

Besides, in my eyes, you are the bad person, someone who constantly covets my body—I'm really scared!

Yang Jun gave a wry smile, took a deep breath, and kept speaking.

Listening to Yang Jun's words, Yun Xiyue showed not the slightest hint of anger; she simply raised her head, her eyes fixed on Yang Jun, gazing at him foolishly, her eyes full of tenderness.

【No way, I've said all this; being any more direct would be mocking her—wouldn't she get angry?】

【Doing this, she actually likes me more; it seems the ancients were right—if a man isn't bad, a woman won't love him!】

At Yang Jun's surprise, the gate of the Armory Sword Cottage opened again; Yun Xiyue was excited, she reached out and grabbed Yang Jun.

"Yang Jun, let's hurry inside!"

In Yun Xiyue's excitement, Yang Jun instead grabbed her and pulled her back.

"Yang Jun, why aren't we going in?"

"Because, it's not the time yet."

As for Yang Jun's words, Yun Xiyue has always obeyed them, and today will be no exception.

However, when she saw him return to the room, Yang Jun was scattering some medicinal powder around, which left Yun Xiyue somewhat puzzled.

"Yang Jun, what are you doing this time?"

"Actually, you don't need to poison me; if you want to do something to me, just tell me directly."

Yun Xiyue looked at Yang Jun, and while speaking, she wore a sincere and earnest expression.