Looking at the five powerful men standing behind the city lord Zhao Yan, Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly. He might not know the two men in coarse cloth and linen clothes, but he knew the man in blue and purple robes.

They were the military guards under the Korean Lady Wu Shun and the Wei State Lady Helan. Especially the military guard with the golden pattern embroidered in the middle made his pupils shrink. This was a powerful man comparable to a master.

At the same time, Zhao Wujiang kept thinking in his mind, why did Wu Wei come to Hebei Province? Could it be that he came to kill himself? Or did he come to get the bronze Zhenguo tripod?

At this moment, many people appeared in his mind, including Xu Jingzong, the eldest grandson of the Helan family.

"Kill me, a little Zhao Wujiang, for sending so many strong men." Zhao Wujiang said coldly, trying to test the intentions of these people here.

The city lord Zhao Yan had a ferocious look on his face: "I wanted you to live a few more days, but there is no way to hell, so you have to come to hell!"

The five powerful men said nothing and directly attacked Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu.

Zhao Wujiang smiled calmly and said: "It seems that as soon as I set out, I was stared at."

"Hmph, you have a keen sense of smell, but if you kill my beloved son, you are destined to die today!" Zhao Yan retreated and went to summon the troops stationed in the city. Not only did he want to kill Zhao Wujiang, but he also wanted to kill these victims.

Sure enough, I don't know whether they are from the Changsun Wuji sect or the Xu Jingzong sect. Both of them are related to the Helan family. Thinking about it, Xu Jingzong is the most likely. Zhao Wujiang ducked and ran outside the city. He didn't want to be inside the city.

Fight to avoid hurting innocent people.

Outside Tangchang City.

The north wind blows.

Tumbleweeds rolled by.

Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu were surrounded by five people.

"Wu Sisan!" Zhao Wujiang suddenly said.

The Wuwei were stunned. How did Zhao Wujiang know the title of their Wuwei?

"I have a close relationship with Empress Helan, don't you know? I don't believe she would agree to you coming to kill me!"

The two military guards did not answer, and the golden-patterned military guards snorted coldly, locking their energy on Zhao Wujiang.

"Friends of the Turks, I am friends with Dalu and Dalu. That year I went to Dalu's Nahoru tent. Don't you recognize me?"

Zhao Wujiang added that the Turkic language he spoke was something he learned from Li Yuanxiao.

Two strong Turks in coarse linen clothes were stunned for a moment, looking at Zhao Wujiang's serious expression, a little unsure.

"Do it!" The golden-patterned military guard roared, sounding like an old man.

The five-person air machine rolled up the yellow sand and chopped away all the grass.

Zhao Wujiang let out a breath. It seemed that the condom was almost useless. There might be a fierce battle today, but he didn't panic at all.

Wen Yu never spoke a word from beginning to end, but just looked at Wu Wei, with a smile on the young man's face.

"Ayu, why are you giggling? Take action." Zhao Wujiang shouted.

"I have felt the same aura in the palace, but unfortunately I have never had the chance to do it. Today I finally have the chance." Wen Yu smiled and disappeared suddenly.

The next moment, he appeared on the right side of Zhao Wujiang, and Simple Wuhua punched into the air on Zhao Wujiang's right side.

"Bang! Boom!"

A deafening sonic boom exploded, and a figure fell out of the air, it was the Golden Pattern Military Guard.

The expression on the face under the gold-patterned military guard's mask could not be clearly seen, but hot blood was flowing out along the pink mask.

He stroked his chest and said in disbelief: "Grandmaster?"

Wen Yu was the youngest Grandmaster in the history of the Tang Dynasty. He was only twenty years old and had already reached the level of Grandmaster.

Wen Yu said nothing, and suddenly grasped his left hand. In Zhao Wujiang's field of vision, a military guard suddenly appeared on Wen Yu's left hand, as if the guard hit Wen Yu's big hand with his throat.

Wen Yu pinched Wu Wei's throat, bent his left hand, and the Wu Wei exploded into a shower of blood.

Blood raindrops fell on Zhao Wujiang's face. Zhao Wujiang stretched out his hand to wipe it away and said lightly: "Be gentle next time."

Wen Yu responded, his figure kept flashing in the sky, sonic booms kept ringing, and the golden-patterned military guards kept dodging.

Another military guard disappeared without a trace, but Zhao Wujiang knew that this person was waiting for the right moment to deliver a sudden blow to Zhao Wujiang.

"Friends of the Turks, why don't we have a truce? Let them wait for the result?" Zhao Wujiang looked at the two powerful Turks who were attacking. Both of them were extraordinary people.

"You people of the Tang Dynasty are the most cunning. Don't even think about delaying it. If you don't think we can see it, as long as we capture you, the grandmaster will naturally submit."

As the Turkic strongman spoke, the light of his sword flashed continuously, and he was already approaching Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang waved his sword to resist, and the long sword in his hand broke into pieces.

Zhao Wujiang secretly groaned and disappeared.

Two strong Turks struck the air.

Panting heavily, he appeared in an open space not far away.

As soon as he stopped, murderous intent suddenly emerged from behind him, and a long sword pierced his vest.

Zhao Wujiang bent his fingers and tapped the small bronze tripod on his waist.

In an instant, emerald-colored liquid covered Zhao Wujiang's body and turned into a bronze armor.

"Ding!" The long sword pierced the bronze armor and kept buzzing.

Zhao Wujiang turned around and tapped the military guard who was attacking behind him with one finger. He touched his chest, his fingers penetrated into the flesh and blood, "One finger Zen!"

Wu Wei moved backwards, melting into the air and disappearing.

Zhao Wujiang panted heavily and paid no attention to this military guard. To him, this military guard was already dead.

He rubbed his fingers, and there were blood and medicinal powder on his fingertips.

I, Zhao Wujiang, am a miracle doctor after all. I cannot fight one against three, nor can I poison three with one?

The three extraordinary beings under him had all been raped in the extraordinary realm for many years. Zhao Wujiang was naturally unable to defeat him simply by relying on his martial arts skills.

Not far away, Wu Wei suddenly appeared and fell to the ground, his body gradually softened and turned into blood.

Under the north wind and yellow sand, it looks so dazzling.

The two strong Turks who were about to step forward to attack Zhao Wujiang were stunned, stopped, and did not dare to step forward rashly.

Zhao Wujiang took out a bottle of pills, poured out one, and threw it at the two Turks, "You idiots!"

The pills were purple and black, and the sound of breaking through the air appeared. The Turkic strongmen hurriedly dodged. Before they came, they knew that Zhao Wujiang had superb medical skills and was an expert at using poison. Seeing Wu Wei's sudden death only intensified their suspicion of Zhao Wujiang.

Fear without borders.

The purple and black pill failed to hit the strong Turkic man, so Zhao Wujiang desperately threw another purple and black pill, shouting "Fool!" and "Take me a fool!".

The strong Turks kept dodging and retreated in confusion.

The sound of breaking through the air kept ringing in the distance, Wen Yu stepped on the air, and was coming. At this moment, this young man had disheveled hair, and his eyes were full of sharpness. He was holding a human head in his hand, and the head was dripping with blood, with a pink face.

mask.

When Zhao Wujiang saw Wen Yu come back, he finally did not throw away the purple and black pills, but poured out two pills, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them.

These are the sugar pills made for Qing'er, grape-flavored sugar pills.

Seeing Zhao Wujiang swallowing the purple and black pills that they feared like a tiger, the two strong Turks were furious, feeling that they had just been played like monkeys by Zhao Wujiang.

"Zhao Wujiang! You are playing tricks on us!" someone yelled in broken Tang dialect.

Zhao Wujiang threw out another purple and black pill with his backhand.

One of them snorted coldly and grabbed the elixir, "There is an old saying in the Tang Dynasty, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated. You can't even think of insulting us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the pills in his hands exploded and turned into purple smoke. The two strong Turks looked at each other with confused expressions, and then within a breath, they fell to the ground at the same time.

Zhao Wujiang looked at this scene indifferently, chewed another sugar pill, and muttered: "Idiot!"

"Master Zhao, everything has been resolved. Let's go back to the city immediately. The city wants to kill the victims."

Wen Yu said.

"You do care about them." Zhao Wujiang smiled.

Wen Yu scratched his head, the young man's face looked shy: "I learned from Mr. Zhao."

"Don't worry, the victims will be fine." Zhao Wujiang looked far away into the city. There was no fighting and crying in the city at the moment. He slowly walked towards the center of Tangchang City.

Wen Yu ran to touch up the two powerful Turks, but found that they were already dead. He became more and more in tune with Zhao Wujiang's medical knowledge.

"Ayu, are you willing to accompany me?" Zhao Wujiang asked, he had his thoughts in mind.

"Ah?" Wen Yu was stunned and didn't understand. Wasn't he accompanying Zhao Wujiang all the time?

Zhao Wujiang smiled and said: "That's it. Be my Zhao Wujiang's partner, just like you see Wang Yifang, just like you see Zhang Weimin."
Chapter completed!