C113 That person's name is Su Xie.

Zhao Mingzhe frowned, he did not understand what Ye Minghua meant. At this moment, the Second Prince, who was holding an exquisite wine cup in his hand, slowly walked down from upstairs and leisurely said:

"Same old rules. Those whose identities are unknown will be killed, not people from the Royal Capital. Kill!"

As the sound of his voice faded, the Azure Armored Cultivators began questioning the people that were surrounded one by one. Over a dozen of those who were not born and bred in the Royal Capital had no chance to explain.

There were still a dozen or so people who, because they could not prove their identity, were killed amidst cries for help.

At this time, the two green armored cultivator guards had already walked to the front of Zhao Mingzhe, and one of them asked coldly:

"Name, where is he from?"

Frowning, Zhao Mingzhe thought to himself that if he said that Chi Xiezhou had come, these people would not even give him a chance to explain and would directly kill him.

At this time, Ye Minghua opened his mouth and said:

"He is called Zhao Mingzhe, my family's slave."

Seeing Ye Minghua speak up, the green armored cultivator guard was startled for a moment, then saluted and said:

"So it's Princess Ming Hua. I'm sorry for troubling you, kid!"

Zhao Mingzhe was startled, and thought that he had heard wrongly, Ye Minghua was actually a princess? It was just that with Ye Minghua's identity and status, why did Liao Qiu Chan keep calling her Little sister Ming Hua? Could it be that Liao Qiu Chan was also a princess?

At this moment, the Second Prince with the sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes slowly walked over. After casually drinking a mouthful of wine, the Second Prince slowly said:

"Zhao Mingzhe? Chi Xiezhou's Zhao Mingzhe, right? "

The two green-clothed cultivators who were about to leave were stunned for a moment before they immediately placed their hands on their blades. A few green-armored cultivators also considered their options, obviously, they wanted to take action against Zhao Mingzhe, who was not from the imperial city.

Ye Minghua's face changed, and said:

"Your Highness, please listen to my explanation. This person is indeed my family's slave …"

The Second Prince waved his hand and casually said:

"What's wrong, Little sister Ming Hua wants to learn to lie too? I am very sure that he is not your servant, and she is not someone from the Imperial City. However, even so, I will not kill him.

After hearing the Second Prince's words, the green-robed cultivators that had gathered around him began to slowly move away.

At this time, the decisive and decisive middle-aged man who released the artifact soul stood behind the Second Prince. He did not speak, but his eyes were looking straight at Zhao Mingzhe.

At this time, the Second Prince smiled and said:

"When I heard the name Zhao Mingzhe, I did not think too much until I saw you use a spear technique. I suddenly thought of North Zen, Patriarch Xuan Tong's recent comment: If the Devil does not destroy Zhao Mingzhe, the spear will last forever. Although I can't see how your spear art works, but since you were able to defeat the Barbarian man who is close to being unrivalled among the Pulse Cultivating Stage, it seems like the words of Patriarch Xuan Tong were not wrong. Such a talent, I really can't kill it! "

With that, the Second Prince turned around and walked out. As if he suddenly remembered something, he stopped and said:

"Right, the person on the third floor, no one is allowed to make things difficult for. You should know who he is."

All of the Azure Armored Cultivators nodded in agreement. The Second Prince, accompanied by the middle-aged man, turned around and walked outside without another word.

Zhao Mingzhe frowned, he did not know why, but he felt that although the Second Prince was dressed in noble robes and had a smile on his face, he had an indistinct gloomy and cold aura, making him feel uncomfortable.

Just as Zhao Mingzhe was thinking to himself, three strange people walked down from the third floor. The one leading the three was an eighteen or nineteen year old young man.

This young man's face was slightly pale. Every two steps he took, he would cough and appear weak. However, this young man's face was extremely handsome and had a smile hanging on it. It was different from the cold aura of the second prince; this young man gave people a feeling as if he was bathed in spring breeze …

To the left of the young man was a grey-haired old man. His eyes were cloudy and his waist was bent. He looked weaker than this young man, and he was coughing as he walked.

One old and one young, they looked like they were in a coughing contest!

To the right of the young man was a burly, burly man. The man's eyes were cold and filled with killing intent. It was obvious that his strength was not on par with the young man's.

The guards did not make things difficult for the three, nor did they ask for their identities.

Zhao Mingzhe couldn't help but think in his heart. It seemed like before the Second Prince left, he said that he couldn't kill the person on the third floor.

Not long later, the young man walked over to Zhao Mingzhe, coughed once, and said:

"If the devil does not destroy Zhao Mingzhe, then the spear will forever exist. It seems like I have met the main culprit in my speech today. "

Zhao Mingzhe felt that this person's voice was somewhat familiar, and then he reacted:

"Was that the poem you read when I was fighting with the barbarian?" I have to thank you. It was because of those few lines of poems that I managed to stabilize my momentum for a counterattack. Otherwise, I might not be able to defeat that barbarian in one go. "

The young man smiled and waved his hand.

Otherwise, that barbarian would not have been your match. At that time, when I saw you fighting against the barbarians, I thought of General White, who had defended himself against the barbarians' invasion, and casually recited his general order.

As soon as he finished speaking, the burly man beside the young man said,

"Gongzi, in order to match his attack aura, you let me channel your inner Qi. Now that your body is affected, you should go back first."

Zhao Mingzhe thought to himself. No wonder he felt that the heroic spirit in his heart had suddenly risen. Even when he turned his fist into a palm, it did not obstruct him.

It seemed that this person had secretly taken action while reciting a poem. Speaking of which, this person had really helped quite a bit.

Thinking about it here, Zhao Mingzhe opened his mouth and said:

"On this matter, I have to thank you after all. I don't know …"

Before Zhao Mingzhe could finish speaking, the young man waved his hand and interrupted:

"If you're polite, then don't say too much. Otherwise, you might regret it later." "Remember, you are now on the verge of becoming a demon, so you must not easily fight others. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, you will be doomed to never be able to recover."

"I understand. This attack was just an accident. Before the internal demons are removed, I definitely won't easily make a move against others. Thank you … "

The young man smiled warmly, and interrupted Zhao Mingzhe's words:

"I've said it, so there's no need to say the word 'thank' anymore. Otherwise, you will regret it."

Zhao Mingzhe was a little surprised in his heart. He didn't understand why this young man wouldn't let him thank him time and time again.

When the young people gradually walked out of the battle arena, Zhao Mingzhe was still unable to figure out the reason behind it.

At this time, Ye Minghua's voice rang out:

"It's better for you to listen to that person's words. Since you have an inner demon, in the future, before the inner demon is removed, you must not fight with anyone else." "After all, he understands the power of inner demons better than anyone else. Back then, it was due to inner demons that his cultivation was crippled …"

Hearing this, Zhao Mingzhe faintly thought of something, and anxiously asked:

"What was the name of that person just now?"

"Su Xie, Prince of Mo Nation, has been a protector for ten years in Heavenly Light Nation!"

Zhao Mingzhe's expression slightly turned cold, the young man earlier, was actually Su Xie? It was also because of him that Ye Jinxuan used him!

After being silent for a while, Zhao Mingzhe felt his heart constricting, following that, a fishy taste appeared in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.