The Demon Lord has too many aliases

The sharp arrows reflected the light under the moonlight, and then covered the sky and the earth.

Swish, swish, swish, swish! The black mist around Yan Weilou surged like a tide, and all the arrows that flew towards him stopped half a foot away from him, as if they were twisted by an invisible force field, and then reflected in a certain direction.

But this round of arrows was just a beginning, or a test, and more and more auras surged towards this small courtyard.

Yan Weilou raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, feeling like a thorn in his back.

This feeling did not come from the countless sharp blades aimed at him in secret, but from another place.

He turned around suddenly and looked into the depths of Rongfeng Pavilion.

There was a great master-level existence who had at least entered the Tao came here, and his aura locked him from a distance.

· In the front yard of Rongfeng Pavilion, on the tallest and brightest attic, there was laughter at this time.

Many famous dandies in Shengjing City gathered together, with cups and plates scattered on the table in front of them, and the strong smell of alcohol filled the whole room.

A group of dandies were drunk and staggered, lying in the soft arms of the girl next to them, with silly smiles on their faces.

"Come on, another cup!" "Okay! Whoever falls first is a grandson!" Xue Hanshan was drunk and still shouting loudly, raising his glass to another person next to him.

The other party was not to be outdone and also shouted loudly.

The only one who was still sitting upright in his seat, Yan Weilou, also looked very drunk, with a faint blush on his cheeks.

He supported his chin with one hand and held the white jade wine glass loosely with the other hand. He just lowered his face quietly, staring at the wine glass in his palm, motionless.

The clear and transparent wine reflected his eyes.

Deep as an abyss, cold as ice, and quiet as a pool.

"Your Highness, you are still so reserved now that you are here. It's so boring..." Xue Hanshan came over with a prostitute in his arms, and a cloud of alcohol spurted out of his mouth.

He put his hand on Yan Weilou's shoulder, but before he could exert any force, he saw the prince who had been sitting motionless looked up at him dizzily, then leaned to the side, and took Xue Hanshan to the side, and his forehead hit the table.

"Swish!" At this moment, accompanied by a violent wind, a line of cold light passed by his ear, bringing a streak of blood.

Xue Hanshan only felt a slight pain in his earlobe, and before he could react to what happened, he heard a loud bang from the front.

He stood up in a daze, holding his forehead, and stared blankly at the wall in front of him that was torn into pieces.

A large group of arrows that seemed to have been twisted into a knot pierced through the wall, and countless fine cracks spread on it.

He turned around again and looked at the window behind him. That was the direction from which the arrow came. A big hole had been shot through it.

"Ah!" Several female entertainers exclaimed.

"Damn it! Who is shooting an arrow in the dark? Do you want to kill me?" Xue Hanshan touched his scratched ear and sweated profusely.

If Yan Weilou hadn't "coincidentally" bumped into him just now, he would have been stabbed through.

There were several other people who were similar to him, and they were injured to varying degrees in the sudden arrow wind.

Amid the panicked screams of the female entertainers, everyone's face changed drastically. Looking at the big black hole in the window and the broken wall, they sobered up a lot.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a group of guards rushed in, with a vigilant look on their faces, surrounding the dandies present in the center.

After sobering up a little, these people also figured out what had happened just now.

It turned out that they were so dizzy just now that they almost walked on the line of life and death, and almost went to see the King of Hell for no reason.

These people all have prominent family backgrounds and were used to being lawless in the past. Now they were almost inexplicably murdered while having fun. Everyone was shocked and angry. In addition, they were drunk, and they rushed down the attic with a large group of guards to settle accounts with the other party.

"Gentlemen..." The steward in the restaurant was about to step forward to intercept, but was pushed away by Xue Hanshan who was rushing in the front with great momentum: "Get out of the way!" A group of people rushed into the backyard of Rongfeng Pavilion as if they were in an empty space. At a glance, they saw the densely packed people outside the yard and the crossbows in everyone's hands.

"Great! It turns out that you are the ones who are making trouble!" Almost losing their lives for no reason, this group of dandy boys was furious.

He immediately ordered the guards around him to rush forward, and cursed a series of unclear words under the influence of alcohol.

"Wait, wait, gentlemen, this is the backyard of Rongfeng Pavilion, you can't enter, you can't enter!" The steward who followed him hurriedly stepped forward to stop them.

Yan Weilou, who had been following the crowd silently, suddenly stepped forward and glanced around.

"Privately hiding more than a hundred bows and crossbows, do you know what crime it is in Dayong? Is Rongfeng Pavilion trying to rebel?" Such a big hat fell, and the steward dared not move again.

While speaking, the guards had already blasted away all the obstacles in front of them, revealing a wide road.

The courtyard with bright lights appeared in front of everyone.

The large tables in the yard were broken into pieces, and the ground was full of potholes. A group of silk and satin merchants collapsed on the ground.

In the center of the courtyard, a group of warriors holding knives and swords surrounded a figure in the middle, and everyone had an expression as if they were facing a great enemy.

In the encirclement, there stood a young man with graying black hair, a burning black robe, and a gentle and handsome appearance.

He turned around and smiled at Yan Weilou.

Chapter 22: The Storm (6) Da Da! The long street was silent, the sound of horse hooves rolled like thunder, and everyone along the way avoided them.

A group of Feiyu Guards came galloping, the young man in the lead had a look like lightning, his face was as cold as frost, and his scarlet outer robe fluttered up and down.

He stared coldly at Rongfeng Pavilion not far away.

"Your Majesty has ordered that Rongfeng Pavilion be sealed within three days.

" Xie Xuan waved his hand, and the Feiyu Guards behind him rushed up and sealed the door of Rongfeng Pavilion tightly.

He himself entered the door surrounded by several subordinates.

Something big happened in Rongfeng Pavilion tonight.

Whether it was the discussion of dividing Xiaoyao Tower or Yan Weilou coming here to find trouble under the name of Jiang Xuan, it was not a big deal at first, but since Yan Weilou brought a group of playboys into the game, things got out of control.

Although these dandies usually only know how to fight cocks and run dogs and do nothing, they all have prominent backgrounds and come from famous families.

They can't accomplish anything, but they are first-class masters of bad things.

Many people only have guards who are masters of insight.

These people are always making trouble. It's rare that they didn't cause trouble today, but they almost lost their lives for no reason. How could they swallow this breath?

In addition, they were drunk and had nowhere to vent their anger. They didn't have time to care about the consequences, so they directly commanded the guards to rush up and smash the place.

It's impossible for the people in Rongfeng Pavilion to be beaten unilaterally without fighting back. In addition, a seemingly innocent prince was hiding behind the scenes to stir up trouble, and a full-scale fight was staged here immediately.

In less than half an hour, the entire Shengjing City, from the emperor to the officials, was alarmed by this extremely vicious fight that happened tonight.

Thinking of this, Xie Xuan recalled the emperor's ugly face when he just gave the task.

Others didn't know the cause and effect, but Xie Xuan, the leader of Feiyu Guard, knew it clearly.

Anqing Chamber of Commerce was originally the emperor's private treasury, and it had always been managed by the ninth princess Ji Muyue. Of course, Rongfeng Pavilion was also the emperor's private property, but it was not easy to put it on the table.