Martial Arts: 3000 Net Sword Slaves At The Start

Nangong Ye asked Liu Jiannu to search for the secret room, and he and the startled salamander walked towards the main hall of Luojiabao.

Several scorched wooden stakes were scattered on the ground, judging by their size, they should be the beams of the main hall.

The beam was charred by the fire, and it was pitch black.

But three years passed, and several weeds grew from the beams.

They absorb the nutrients in the charcoal ash and grow very vigorously.

Wild fire, in spring.

The people here are all dead, but life still exists, and the more they live, the better.

"Um?"

At this moment, a footprint on the crossbar ahead caught Nangong Ye's attention.

This footprint is very fresh, and it looks like it was left almost two days ago.

"Anyone else noticed Luo Jiabao like me?"

Nangong Ye was secretly vigilant, and his face was a little ugly.

This group of people came two days ago, could it be that Vermilion Bird has already been preempted?

"Young master."

The startled salamander also noticed the existence of the footprints. Seeing Nangong Ye's expression, she expressed relief: "It is not yet certain that Vermilion Bird has been taken away, and we still have a chance."

"I hope."

Nangong Ye narrowed his eyes, flashing a killing intent.

He is determined to win Vermilion Bird, and he will chop off the claws of anyone who dares to stretch out his hand.

If someone really dares to take food from a tiger's mouth, Nangong Ye will dare to destroy him all over the house!

At this moment, Luan Shen and Zhen Gang flew over from a distance, and they both cupped fist and said at the same time: "My lord, I found the secret room, but..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that someone has already come, and the Vermilion Bird has been taken away."

Hearing this, Nangong Ye was expressionless and did not get angry.

As a superior person, he must keep Mount Tai in front of him without changing his face, and he must not lose his composure casually.

Guided by Zhen Gang Luan Shen, Nangong Ye walked into an underground palace.

This secret room of the underground palace is deeply hidden, and the secret door to the entrance is under an inconspicuous warehouse, so it has not been discovered in the previous 3 years.

At this moment, the secret door of the secret room of the underground palace has been opened, and the traces of opening are very new, the same as the footprints outside, but only about two days old.

Walking into the secret room, Yaoyao, Duan Shui and others are already waiting inside.

They lit torches, and the dark chamber was as bright as day.

Because no one has come in for many years, this secret room is full of dust, and the corners are covered with cobwebs.

In the center of the secret room, there is a bed and a table.

There was a brocade quilt on the bed, and a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, which was now covered with dust.

Nangong Ye glanced at the secret room, leaving dozens of footprints on the ground.

The footprints are big and small, but there are only two patterns.

The footprints extend all the way to a wall, and there is a hidden compartment on the wall, which has also been opened at this moment.

There was only an empty treasure chest left in the dark grid, and the contents inside had disappeared.

"Did you see anything?"

In the silent chamber, Nangong Ye suddenly asked.

The six sword slaves looked at each other, and the leader Zhengang stepped forward and told: "We carefully observed the footprints in the secret room, and judging from the size, there should be 9 people who entered the secret room."

"But among the 9 people, 8 people wore the same shoes, and only one person was different from them. This person's identity should be unusual."

"Is that all?"

Hearing Nangong Ye's question, Luan Shen took a step forward and took over Zhen Gang's words: "From the footprint pattern, these people are wearing Feiyun boots unique to the Imperial Guard."

"The sole pattern of these Feiyun boots is the unique weaving method of Feiyun Xiufang in the south of the Yangtze River. It is specially used for the Imperial Guard, and cannot be imitated by others."

"And the only different footprint, the pattern is flying python swallowing clouds, only one kind of person in the whole world can wear this kind of shoes, the prince of the royal family!"

"Now that you know it, go check it out."

Nangong Ye turned and walked out of the secret room, looking into the distance with deep eyes, "Mobilize all the nearby spies to see which prince has visited Luojiabao recently."

"Yes, my son."

After the Six Sword Slaves took the order, they disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Nangong Ye was silent with his hands behind his back.

Vermilion Bird is bound to be won by him, whoever gets it will die.

Killing people with nets never takes into account the identity and background of the target.

Nangong Ye killed people, so naturally.

Even if the opponent is a prince, Nangong Ye will not let him go.

.........

The inside of the network organization is criss-crossed, and spies are spread all over the world.

With Nangong Ye's order, all the hidden snares and spies within thousands of miles of Luojiabao's Fang Yuan launched their actions.

It didn't take much time, because what Nangong Ye wanted to investigate was not top secret.

About two hours later, Six Swordsmen came back, bringing back the news that Nangong Ye needed.

"My lord, I found it."

Zhen just stepped forward and respectfully reported, "Two days ago, a group of thirty-six Imperial Guard soldiers came to Luojiabao, and the leader was a young gentleman."

"Our spies have checked and confirmed that he is the ninth son of the current emperor, Qin Xian."

"Qin Xian? Where's his information?"

After Nangong Ye finished speaking, Luan Shen handed over a piece of paper with both hands respectfully, which recorded Qin Xian's intelligence information in detail.

Qin Xian, the ninth prince of the Great Qin Dynasty, was born to his mother Lingfei, and his mother's family was Webster.

Qin Xian was intelligent and talented since he was a child, and he was favored by the emperor.

Now Qin Xian is twenty-three years old, Cultivation Base Innate late stage, and has the hope of stepping into the Grandmaster realm at the age of thirty.

A month ago, Qin Xian led the order out of the palace, first went to Lingfeng City, then went to Quanzhou City, and arrived at Luojiabao two days ago.

"Where is he now?"

Nangong Ye shook the paper into pieces and asked in a cold voice.

"He is now in Quefeng City, fifty miles away from Luojiabao. He lives in the City Lord's Mansion. The City Lord Lu Yang is hosting a banquet for him."

"Hehe." A sneer appeared on the corner of Nangong Ye's mouth, "This city lord is quite good at flattering."

"Let's go to Quefeng City."

Nangong Ye got on the horse, flicked the whip, and the horse neighed and jumped out quickly.

From the moment Qin Xian took Vermilion Bird away, his fate was already sealed.

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