Empress, your husband is invincible

"That, boss, did you forget?"

The system was silent for a while, and reminded:

"You are a high-dimensional creature in another world. Even if you divide it according to the realm of martial arts in this world, your lowest strength is between the seventh and eighth rank..."

"speak English."

Ye Cheng frowned.

"I just checked what Xiaoqi San is. It is indeed useful for warriors, but it is completely useless for you!"

Useless?

Ye Cheng was stunned.

He half understood what the system said before, but he heard the "useless" at the end...

Sighing helplessly, Ye Cheng looked up at the brightly lit front yard of the main hall not far in front of him.

Are you just a hard worker?
Walking forward slowly, Ye Cheng had just turned around the corner and stepped into the front yard, when he bumped into a servant who was "letting water" at the corner.

When the servant in the blue shirt heard the movement beside him, he turned his head and looked at him blankly, as if he had seen a ghost.

"You, I watched you eat the rice with dissipating energy with my own eyes, why are you alright?"

Ye Cheng glared at him angrily.

I also want to have something to do, but isn't that why your dissipating energy doesn't work?

"Be careful, don't pee on your shoes."

Ye Cheng patted him on the shoulder, walked around him, and entered the bright range of the lantern in the front yard.

Song Neng's servants and servants were still dragging some Fengyu guards from the gate into the courtyard.

Ye Cheng glanced seriously.

Seeing that the soldier dragged by a long and thin face happened to be an acquaintance whom he had met a few times today, he thought for a while and stepped forward to pat the servant on the shoulder.

"Be careful, don't knock people down."

The servant turned his head and glanced at Ye Cheng, and said angrily:
"Who are you? Why didn't I see you when I was working? Are you running out now to fill your stomach?"

Ye Cheng was taken aback, and looked at him with a half-smile.

"Brothers, copycats! This person is with that female general!"

The servant who released the water hurriedly pulled up his trousers, yelled at the top of his voice, grabbed the wooden stick on the side, and "blocked" Ye Cheng's back.

Hearing the yelling, the guards of the three major families and the servants and guards in Song Neng's Mansion were busy with their business, and surrounded Ye Cheng from all over the place.

"Disarm and don't kill!"

"You are surrounded by us, surrender quickly!"

"Your accomplices are all finished, and you are the only one left. Anyone who is sensible will be arrested!"

A few strong men led by each approached Ye Cheng with their own weapons, and yelled at him.

Ye Cheng was forced to laugh at the funny looks of this group of people.

"If you want to fight, come and fight, I really don't understand why you are so loud?
Don't you know the iron law that villains die by talking too much? "

After joking, Ye Cheng started to move his wrist.

Several leaders looked at each other, as if they were a little confused by Ye Cheng's confidence, so they all looked at Liu Zhuang, the head of the Liu family's bodyguard with the highest level of martial arts among them.

It was also Liu Da's suggestion that he dispatch all the guards of the three families to assist Song Neng in "controlling" the situation. That's why when Ye Cheng saw them just now, they didn't even have a guard around them.

Liu Zhuang frowned and looked at Ye Cheng for a while, then suddenly raised the broadsword in his hand, and slashed straight at his chest.

"Just an ordinary person with no energy, dare to tease your grandpas?"

When he made a move, it was as if the charge horn had been blown, and the rest of the guards and servants held weapons in their hands and smashed at Ye Cheng's head and face.

The swords, swords and sticks instantly intertwined into an impenetrable net in front of Ye Cheng's body and above his head.

But Ye Cheng didn't move, as if he was attracted by the reflection on Liu Zhuangkuo's back knife.

The candlelight in the lantern is flickering, and the shadow on the broad-backed knife is extraordinarily illusory and beautiful.

Sighing, Ye Cheng suddenly frowned, raised his hand, and grabbed the back of the broadsword that fell first, and with a little force, the broadsword that Liu Zhuang was holding tightly fell into his hand.

"Okay, isn't it good to have a soft meal based on their looks? Do you have to fight and kill to find death?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, with your appearance, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat a soft meal in your next life..."

Joking to Liu Zhuang who hadn't reacted yet, Ye Cheng raised his leg and kicked him towards the crowd behind him.

Like a cannonball fired, Liu Zhuang smashed through dozens of people behind him, and hit a osmanthus tree!
"Keng!"

A swipe of frost flashed in front of Ye Cheng, and he swept across with a broad-backed knife, tearing apart the "net" formed by the sword in an instant!
"Ping bang bang..."

The sound of broken swords falling to the ground was endless.

Before the group of soldiers and crabs could fully react, Ye Cheng turned his broadsword upside down, and used the back of the broadsword to pat himself on the few people closest to him.

"Bang bang bang..."

"puff……"

The dull beating sound and the sound of vomiting blood sounded like a symphony around Ye Cheng's body, playing instantly.

After simply moving his hands and feet for a while, there was no one standing around Ye Cheng...

Those servants and guards who were particularly arrogant before were now scattered all over the place, looking at Ye Cheng with fear in their eyes.

Suddenly regaining his senses, Ye Cheng glanced around, and walked slowly towards Liu Zhuang who was slipping from the tree trunk to the ground.

Liu Zhuang looked very miserable right now, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his left arm was at a weird angle, like a broken branch.

Seeing Ye Cheng walking towards him, Liu Zhuang couldn't stop trembling all over, and used his intact arms to force his body that was almost in severe pain to back up.

That appearance seems to be avoiding a prehistoric beast that emerged from an ancient scroll...

"Keng!"

Throwing it casually, he inserted the broadback knife obliquely into the bluestone slab on the side of Liu Zhuang's head, and Ye Cheng slowly bent down.

At this moment, Ye Cheng's eyes were red, and his body was chilled to the bone, no one dared to look directly at him.

Reaching out to grab Liu Zhuang's chin, forcing him to look directly at him, the corner of Ye Cheng's mouth made a dangerous arc:

"I remember, you seemed to say just now, who are the grandpas?"

Throat throbbing, Liu Zhuang forced himself not to look into Ye Cheng's eyes.

But even so, the dangerous aura and chill emanating from Ye Cheng's body is like a real colorful tiger that wants to choose someone to eat.

"You were so arrogant just now, are you dumb now?"

With a joke, Ye Cheng glanced at the broad-backed knife beside Liu Zhuang.

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely unpleasant smell of urine appeared in Ye Cheng's nasal cavity.

Subconsciously lowering his head, Liu Zhuang's crotch was wet...

This guy who is strong outside but peeing his pants was scared by himself?

Are you that scary?
"Grandpa! Grandpa, you are me, no, our grandpa!

Grandpa, I know I was wrong, please spare my life! "

Seeing Ye Cheng frowning, Liu Zhuang didn't know where the strength came from, he suddenly turned over and knelt down in front of him, kowtowing to the ground one after another.