Chapter 270 The Secret of the Prime Minister

Outside the door, the armored black shadow followed silently.

From his body, fierce killing intent bloomed.

And his body, lying in front of the door, clearly meant that once the fight started, he would block the retreat of several people.

Ye Chen's eyes were cold, and he pressed one hand on the hilt of the Chixiao heavy sword behind him.

Once the battle started, he would definitely be able to release his own fighting power in the first time.

The current situation is very unclear. If the Prime Minister is determined to kill and silence the witnesses, then he must not hold back at all, and he must fight his way out of the siege and escape from here with all his strength.

However, something incredible happened to everyone.

The Prime Minister on the Jiaolong chair slowly recovered from his astonishment.

He slowly stood up, and his turbid eyes looked at Xiao Yuan'er with some depth, "Little girl, can you tell me how you found out that I have a sword wound in my body?"

This sentence is equivalent to admitting everything.

Wei Xiang had already grasped dozens of runes in his palms hidden deep in his sleeves.

Once he started, he would immediately release his rune body to resist the opponent's attack.

He never thought that the Prime Minister had a sword wound on his body.

He never thought that Xiao Yuan'er would see the sword wound the first time she came here.

"I have tried every possible way to cover up the traces of the sword wound. Even the aura has never existed. No matter who it is, even the powerful sword master, it is impossible to detect this!"

There was a trace of urgency in the Prime Minister's turbid eyes, "This is also the secret that I have always kept, so I really want to know how you detected it."

Xiao Yuan'er frowned.

How did you detect it?

Nonsense, it's so obvious, who can't feel it!

"I saw it."

Xiao Yuan'er spoke, she didn't seem to feel the atmosphere in the box that was gradually solidifying.

She never noticed the strong murderous aura hidden in the black armor behind her.

She said nonchalantly, "If you're not stupid, you should be able to feel it, right?"

In this way, it was the turn of the Prime Minister to be surprised.

Anyone can see it?

You mean, I have been hiding it for nothing all these years?

But soon, he reacted.

I have been hiding this secret very well all these years, and no one can notice it.

Even Wei Xiang was kept in the dark.

So, there must be no problem with my cover-up.

It's really that this little girl has a deep understanding of the way of the sword and is too sensitive to the sword energy.

She can feel something that others can't feel.

The Prime Minister leaned forward, and a hint of urgency flashed in his eyes, "Little girl, you can see the sword wound in my body, so do you know how to treat this sword wound? I have searched for sword saints all over the North State all these years, but all sword saints are helpless against the sword wound in my body!"

At the end, a trace of sadness appeared in the eyes of the Prime Minister.

In fact, he is much older than Wei Xiang.

Over the years, it has been difficult for him to make a breakthrough, and he has been unable to break through the seventh life-taking.

The faster the realm stagnates, the faster the lifespan is consumed.

For a Saint Realm master, only by constantly improving and taking lives from the sky can he always maintain his lifespan.

Once he cannot make progress, or stagnates in a realm for a long time, it will be the sorrow of the Saint Realm master!

If you can't reach the realm of life and death, you will never escape life and death.

No matter how glorious it was, it will eventually turn into a handful of yellow soil.

It is difficult for the Prime Minister to break through to the seventh life-taking, and the sword wound on his body is tormenting him all the time. He has no choice but to enter a semi-retirement state, only in this way will he not attract the attention of others.

In the past hundred years, the Prime Minister has tried all methods, but has not found a way to heal the sword wound.

In desperation, he had to put his hope on the Kendo Academy.

His original intention of establishing the Kendo Academy was to find talented talents in Kendo, cultivate them, and let them grow up quickly so that he could heal himself.

Unfortunately, no good talents have been found in the past hundred years, and his injuries can no longer be delayed.

"You mean, cure your sword wound?"

Xiao Yuan'er heard this, her beautiful eyes calm, "It's not difficult, but why should I help you?"

Huh!

When the Prime Minister heard this, his breathing became rapid.

This little girl actually said that this sword wound that had tortured him for more than a hundred years was not difficult for him!

She really has a way to heal herself?

The atmosphere in the venue was like hot oil, hissing.

The Prime Minister almost used all his strength to suppress his excitement.

"Little girl, if you can cure me, I can agree to any of your conditions!"

In the Prime Minister's turbid eyes, there was a faint flash of excitement.

It takes no effort to find it after searching everywhere!

The reason why he invited Ye Chen to come was to let Ye Chen try to see if he could detect the sword wound on his body.

If he could detect it, he could treat it.

Because the talent that Ye Chen had shown during this period of time was amazing.

It can almost be said that Ye Chen was the most talented young swordsman in the Xiaoyue Dynasty in the past hundred years!

Who could have expected that before Ye Chen opened his mouth, a little girl following him could see his sword wound.

Really, you can't judge a person by his appearance!

"Master, is he a good guy or a bad guy?"

Xiao Yuan'er looked at Ye Chen, her beautiful eyes full of curiosity, "You taught Xiao Yuan'er to help good people and kill bad people..."

Ye Chen coughed dryly. He never thought that Xiao Yuan'er would suddenly throw the question to him at this moment.

He gently squeezed Xiao Yuan'er's hand, signaling her not to worry.

"Junior Ye Chen, thank you, the Prime Minister, for your previous help."

Ye Chen clasped his fists and bowed solemnly to the Prime Minister.

No matter how hostile the relationship between the two sides was before, since the other party had spoken to help him, this favor must be returned.

No matter what he was thinking.

"Haha, I am also jealous of your talent, but it's a pity that I am not a sword saint and can't guide you. Otherwise, I must take you in and let you inherit my position."

The Prime Minister smiled on his wrinkled face.

Wei Xiang was shocked when he heard this.

The teacher never said that he would give up the position to himself or the left prime minister.

When he faced Ye Chen today, he actually spoke and said such words.

Whether it was from the heart or not, he could feel his love for talent.

After all, he had never said such words to himself or the left prime minister.

Ye Chen smiled faintly and did not respond to this.

Thank you, but the Prime Minister was on the opposite side of him after all.

How could he let down his guard and treat him with just a few words?