What is Ye Fanchen up to this time?!
All the Snow Land dignitaries present are shrewder than monkeys. Naturally, they can hear Ye Fanchen's dissatisfaction with Tong Xin!
"Ignorant brat, don't tell me you want to take revenge on Eunuch Tong?"
One of the Snow Land dignitaries says jokingly.
Ye Fanchen touches the jade pendant on his waist that has completely turned into powder. His expression is uncertain.
If it wasn't for the jade pendant that Zuo Zhenyun had given him to protect himself, the demon core that Tong Xin had thrown out would have crippled his cultivation even if it didn't take his life!
"Ye Fanchen will remember Eunuch Tong's generous gift today. If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely return Eunuch Tong a big gift!"
Ye Fanchen clutches his chest. His clear black and white eyes move. He looks at Tong Xin as if he is looking at a dead man.
Tong Xin nods slightly and clenches his right hand into a fist. It seems that he is going to attack and kill Ye Fanchen directly!
"Tong Xin, how dare you!"
A loud and clear voice rises from the crowd.
A man in silver general armor with a white scholar's robe covering it. He looks somewhat nondescript, but his whole body exudes an indescribable aura.
"Xiang Zhuang." Tong Xin squints his eyes like a poisonous snake flicking its tongue. "It seems that your Xiang family really values Xiang Yang. You have come all the way back to the Imperial City!"
Xiang Zhuang purses his lips and chuckles. His tone is mixed with a touch of sharpness that is not inferior to Dao Bing's. "As the head eunuch, you don't have the authority to decide where I am. But if you dare to touch my nephew, I will lead the army to tear down your Servants Administration!"
In front of so many people, if Tong Xin does not express his position, he will lose all his face.
"Phew —"
Gently exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, Tong Xin slowly loosens his clenched fist.
His Imperial Servants Administration had the Emperor's support in the Imperial City, so naturally, he could do whatever he wanted. For example, when Tong Xin's subordinates worked for the Imperial Servants Administration, the treatment they received was one level higher than that of an official!
However, outside of the Imperial City, other than Tong Xin's Natal Opening Realm early stage cultivation that was passable, he was actually nothing.
In the Snow Land, even though the Xiang clan is not a feudal lord, it is more powerful than a feudal lord. In the past, the ancestor of the Xiang clan fought bravely and fiercely and received countless rewards. The clan's property is enormous. Perhaps the money and grain accumulated by the Xiang clan is enough to support a super large-scale war between 2 countries.
However, the most frightening thing is that many of the Xiang clan's odd-job workers and even guards used to be elite soldiers in the border army. Their fighting capacity is extraordinary!
With enough military equipment, the Xiang Clan would be able to transform into a group of warlords with millions of valiant soldiers!
Tong Xin spread his hands helplessly and sent a voice transmission to Xiang Yang through his Divine Sense, "Xiang Yang, take your nephew and leave now. I won't do anything!"
"Hahahahaha!"
Xiang Zhuang has no intention of leaving Tong Xin any face. He says loudly, "Tong Xin, oh Tong Xin, you're really getting worse and worse. It's just a young man threatening you. Why are you so scared?"
Tong Xin's face is as gloomy as water.
As the Emperor's spy, Tong Xin knows the Imperial City like the back of his hand.
Ye Fanchen's growth speed was too fast. Almost everyone who stood on the opposite side of him would not have a good ending.
If he does not take advantage of the fact that he can directly kill Ye Fanchen now, perhaps after a while, he will only be qualified to look up to Ye Fanchen.
"It's the Xiang clan's tradition to respect the strong. He defeated Yang 'er so he deserves my respect. So as long as I'm here today," Xiang Zhuang still has a smile on his face, "don't even think about touching him!"
"You're courting death!"
With a gloomy face, Tong Xin clenches his right hand into a sword and says coldly, "I'd like to see how you're going to protect this brat today!"
Seeing that Tong Xin is serious, Xiang Yang's face flashes with a hint of surprise. He reaches out and presses Xiang Yang's shoulder, saying in a low voice, "If we fight in a while, take this brat and leave this place. Run as far as you can!"
The reason why Xiang Zhuang returned to the Imperial City this time was to deal with the eunuchs led by Tong Xin. If Tong Xin hadn't arranged this match against Xiang Yang, perhaps Xiang Zhuang wouldn't have shown up at all!
However, since Tong Xin, the leader of the eunuch faction, has chosen to shed all pretense of cordiality, Xiang Zhuang has no reason to hesitate.
Xiang Zhuang's only concern is that his cultivation is not as good as Tong Xin's. If the two of them fight seriously, he will be like a clay Buddha crossing a river. There is no way he can protect Xiang Yang, this nephew of his who carries the hopes of the whole clan.
A silver-white spear rushes out from the crowd and goes straight for Tong Xin.
"Hmph!"
Tong Xin snorted coldly as he gently pointed out two slender sword fingers. Boundless spiritual energy gushed out and froze the long spear in mid-air.
Tong Xin coldly glances at the direction where the spear came from and said in a cold voice, "Zuo Zhenyun, what does this have to do with an old man like you? You are about to take off your armor! I advise you not to cause trouble for yourself! "
Zuo Zhenyun, who has white hair and a beard but an unusually tall and sturdy body, slowly pushed through the crowd in front of him and walked towards Tong Xin expressionlessly. He said indifferently, "Eunuch Tong, the last time we met was during the purge of the Six Tribes, right? I trust you have been well since we last met! "
At this point, Zuo Zhenyun stepped out and directly protected Ye Fanchen behind him. He continued, "You want to touch Mister Ye? Sure, but you will have to step over my dead body first! "
Ye Fanchen half-knelt on the ground and slightly raised his eyes. The Thousand Feather Sword that fell not far away vibrated gently again.
The sword lost control? His strength was not enough?
Even if there were thousands of reasons, Ye Fanchen was not a person who would wait for death.
Even if he died, he would die in battle!
"You want to kill me?"
Ye Fanchen's spiritual energy flowed through his limbs and bones, forcefully suppressing the surging blood in his body. The corner of his mouth curled into a contemptuous smile. "Actually, many people wanted to kill me, but unfortunately, many of them died in the end."
"Little Yellow Beard, you dare to be fierce in front of me?" Tong Xin raised his eyebrows. Every word seemed to contain an endless amount of murderous intent.
Ye Fanchen's nose twitched slightly. Soon after, he lowered his voice and said, "Tong Xin, right? This should be the first time I have seen you. However, you seem to have done a thorough investigation on me. Let me guess … "
"Ye! Fan! Chen! You disrespect the Imperial Family! You have no respect for your elders! Today, I cannot let you live! "
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