Chapter 450 Battle Records Available

Walking into the courtyard, you will see a pavilion made of white stone standing quietly among the lush flowers and trees.

It was almost White Dew, and although the land of Baiyue did not have the bleak coldness of the north, the night wind brought a bit of damp coolness.

The sound of wind blew past the copper bell hanging on the corner of the pavilion, making a subtle and clear sound.

On the stone table in the pavilion, there was a red copper hot pot with a charcoal fire burning underneath.

The thick white soup in the pot gurgles, with various wild mushrooms and thinly sliced ​​meat jerky rolling around.

The steaming hot air, mixed with the fragrance of spices and the food itself, is particularly tempting in the cool night breeze.

Xu Shenzhi was sitting alone in the pavilion, picking up a cup of wine from the pot with chopsticks and drinking it by himself.

He looked relaxed and contented, as if all the troubles around him had nothing to do with him.

Seeing Ayaduo coming from the corridor, he did not stand up, but just bowed slightly from his seat, smiling:

"Saint, how is the situation?"

Ayaduo stood three steps outside the pavilion. The moonlight made her red dress more eye-catching, but her face was expressionless.

"You are so stubborn that you have already planted a poisonous insect. It will be completely parasitic before dawn."

Xu Shenzhi heard this and shook his head and laughed, as if he had expected this:

"This Second Prince really... never understands the situation."

Originally he could be a puppet with a good appearance, but now he has completely become the host of the poisonous insect, which is tantamount to seeking his own death.

He has served this master for many years and knows his character very well.

He always likes to hold unrealistic fantasies and acts politely to others, but he is actually indecisive and stubborn.

This may not be due to the fact that the empress has deliberately indulged him and weakened his will for many years.

He raised the cup in his hand, his tone still relaxed:

"In that case, Saint, you've worked hard. Would you like a drink to warm yourself up?"

Planting the poisonous insect is not a bad thing for him.

The forces in Southern Xinjiang were originally slightly weaker than the aristocratic families, but now with the means to control the Second Prince, the two sides can barely be evenly matched.

In the future, in the southern court, it is inevitable that the two sides will fight and check and balance each other.

In this way, he, the "first aide" who mediates between the two parties, can demonstrate his indispensable value.

The promised position of prime minister was a ladder to heaven for a commoner like him, enough to satisfy his lifelong aspirations.

Thinking of this, he felt very at ease.

“No need.”

Ayaduo refused coldly, and without waiting for him to speak again, she turned around and walked straight out of the provincial government office.

Xu Shenzhi raised his eyebrows, not caring much about her rudeness, and poured himself another glass.

A gust of night wind passed through the pavilion, ruffling a few strands of hair on his forehead and bringing the moist scent of the grass and trees in the courtyard.

He suddenly shuddered for no reason, subconsciously tightened his clothes, and felt a little surprised.

The land of Baiyue is much warmer than Fengjing, so why do I feel so chilly tonight?

He shook his head, thinking it was just the late night and heavy dew, and didn't think too much about it.

The second prince's chief strategist had no idea that he had just been to the gates of hell.

For Qin Zhaoyue, who was hiding nearby, taking his life was just a matter of raising his finger.

But in order to avoid unnecessary complications and alert the enemy, she finally chose a safer approach - to spare his life for the time being.

Ayaduo walked straight out of the provincial government gate without stopping.

The long street in front of the yamen seemed particularly quiet under the moonlight.

The bluestone pavement was wet with night dew, reflecting the lanterns hanging high on both sides, creating hazy light and shadows.

The night wind during the White Dew season carries the unique dampness of the south, blowing through the swaying banana leaves on the street, making a rustling sound.

Occasionally a night watchman or a patrol soldier would pass by, and the sound of their footsteps would echo in the empty streets.

When they saw the glaring red clothes, they all avoided it as if they had seen a snake or scorpion, lowered their heads and dared not look directly at it.

The name of the Saint of Southern Border and her treacherous methods had long been known throughout the Baiyue Protectorate.

In such a remote place, people who play with poisonous insects are always as feared as tigers and scorpions, and people try to avoid them as much as possible.

Ayaduo walked straight across the long street without looking around, and came to the door of a three-story mansion diagonally opposite.

The house has white walls and black tiles, and is considered exquisite even near the provincial government office.

However, it seemed rather cramped and shabby to house important figures from the four great families at the same time, and was obviously just a temporary place to stay.

The guard at the door is not an ordinary doorman, but a guard dressed in tight clothes and with sharp eyes.

Seeing Ayaduo coming, someone immediately came to greet him, with a respectful attitude but a wary attitude.

Originally, according to the plan, after she resolved the issue of the Second Prince, she should immediately meet with the heads of the aristocratic families to discuss matters related to the coronation ceremony.

This matter concerns the distribution of power. Southern Xinjiang will never allow the aristocratic families to take charge of it alone. They must occupy a place.

Soon, she met the temporary leaders of the four major families in the main hall.

Several people had obviously been waiting for a while. Seeing her coming alone, one of them asked:

"Miss Aya, how are things going over there?"

As soon as she finished speaking, thick, dark green smoke as thick as substance rolled out from Ayaduo's body without any warning.

Like a poisonous python with life, it pounced towards the four people in the hall.

However, when the smoke was still three or four steps away from the nearest person, it seemed to hit an invisible but extremely tough wall.

It suddenly stopped and it was difficult to make any further progress!

Although the hidden person did not reveal his identity, the flow of his energy left traces as soon as he made a move.

How could he escape the spiritual perception of two second-grade masters who had quietly sneaked in and were constantly sensing the movements in the hall?

In the shadows of the corridor outside the door, the aura of the second-grade realm belonging to the aristocratic family guards suddenly appeared.

This time, Qin Zhaoyue's figure quietly appeared on the high eaves of the hall.

He watched the battle leisurely from the sidelines, which fully embodied the word "plundering the formation".

At the same time, Jiang Wuya and Chu Xinglan appeared like ghosts, heading straight for the guardian who was forced to reveal himself.

He was an old man with white hair and beard and sharp eyes.

The battle broke out in an instant. Without any hesitation, the "domains" of both sides collided most violently and directly from the very beginning.

The air was squeezed and twisted by the terrifying force, making an unbearable buzzing sound.

Transparent ripples spread wildly from them, making the furnishings in the hall buzz and causing porcelain and jade to burst.

The old man's figure was forced to appear clearly in the ripples of the power collision, his face full of shock and anger:

"Who are you?"

He only had time to ask a hasty question before he was completely at a disadvantage.

The old man was soon shocked to find that the two attackers were both second-grade masters with unfathomable strength.

Fighting one against two, he had no chance of winning and immediately thought of retreating.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to mobilize his true energy at all costs, intending to burst out with all his strength to create a gap for escape.

However, even though he managed to endure part of the recoil force, with his blood boiling, he despairingly discovered that the surrounding space seemed to be completely locked by a mysterious formation power.

No matter how hard he attacked, he couldn't find any flaws or room for maneuver.

Oh no! His heart was alarmed, and he was about to shout,

"Wait a moment……"

But Jiang Wuya's palm, which contained the force to collapse a mountain, and Chu Xinglan's long sword, which was as fast as a startled wild goose and as cold as ice, had already attacked at the same time.

The result was no surprise.

Another powerful second-grade expert died at the hands of the three of them.

What Jiang Wuya said, "Invincible below the first rank", is indeed not false, and his brilliant battle record can prove it!