Late at night, the wind picked up, and the salty sea breeze blew open the tent, causing the candlelight to sway.

Pu Yi leaned in front of the desk and drew a landscape picture with his pen.

Looking at it quietly, isn't this the scenery of the borderland?

In front of him, a soldier stood bowed.

This person is the night watchman on the observation deck previously.

After listening to the soldier's description, Pu Yi didn't show much surprise.

After patiently finishing the ink painting in front of him, he held up both sides of the paper with both hands and blew gently, causing the ink marks that had not yet dried to spread out, like waves splashing on the sea.

"Go down, you did a good job...go and invite the three masters."

"yes!"

After the night watcher retired, Pu Yi put down the ink painting.

I saw a slightly ferocious look on his calm face!

Not long after, subtle footsteps were heard outside the camp.

Pu Yi picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip: "Three masters, please take a seat. Here comes a difficult matter."

"What's the matter?" The blind swordsman stood holding his sword and asked coldly.

On the side, a man in black attire and holding a spear sat down with a golden sword and said, "Don't worry, blind man. Don't you feel comfortable sitting down and listening?"

The blind swordsman cherishes words like gold: "Happy station."

On the other side, a man with a long beard carrying a light golden curved bow sat silently on the other side, stroking the bow string: "Silver Spear, don't provoke others."

The well-dressed man known as the Silver Spear smiled and said: "I just saw him standing all day long to care about others."

Snapped!

The teacup was knocked on the desk, and a few drops of tea spilled out.

The three masters calmed down and looked at Pu Yi in front of the document.

"The scholar who received a blow from the Emperor's Sword survived."

Bang!

Clang!

Boom!

The three great masters couldn't help but activate their weapons.

The man holding the bow calmed down the restlessness of the bowstring and sighed: "What a strange man! What a strange man indeed!"

Yin Qiang quickly picked up the teapot and poured a sip of tea into his mouth. After swallowing the tea, he said: "Pu Daru, you can't joke about this! That's the emperor's opinion! Yunbao Yipin

The Emperor Sword of Sword Intention!"

The blind swordsman put the unsheathed sword back into its sheath and uttered two words: "Terrible!"

Pu Yi smiled and said: "Don't panic, even if he survived, he must have been seriously injured."

"In addition, his cultivation level has been suppressed. I think the skills of the three of them are enough to deal with him."

"If he appears during the battle tomorrow, please let the three great masters work together to kill him!"

As soon as these words came out, the three of them were silent.

Can one be a kind person if he can receive a blow from the Emperor's Sword without dying?

Not to mention anything else, it was just a situation where the three of them had a third-level cultivation level and tried their best to resist.

That Emperor Sword can kill them thousands of times with one strike!

By asking them to deal with such a being, isn't it really asking them to die?

The blind swordsman held his sword and said seriously: "The Emperor's Sword comes out again!"

"It's reasonable. We are just scattered people. We come here for profit and leave for profit... We can't do such a dangerous thing." The long-bearded man agreed.

Yin Qiang put his feet up on the table and said with a smile: "I don't care...but I have to pay more."

Seeing this, Pu Yi was silent for a moment and then said: "There are three opportunities for the Imperial Sword to make a move. There are only two opportunities left. Save it if you can."

"Once the Imperial Sword's sword intent is exhausted, the blockade will dissipate."

"Therefore, please three of you try your best to kill this beast without using the Imperial Sword."

"Of course, when it comes time to take action, I will definitely activate the Imperial Sword."

"Yes!" The blind swordsman spat out one word and immediately turned around and left.

The man with a long beard who followed him waved his hand: "May that man be strong on the outside and strong on the inside, and his life will be short-lived."

The two people who left agreed, and Pu Yi turned his attention to the silver gun.

The latter grinned: "Pu Daru, how much does it cost?"

Pu Yi:......

...

"Come here! Go and tell Wu Qianhu and Qi Qianhu to come over!"

Zhao Xian, who was waiting alone in the tent, felt a little resentful when he saw that his two subordinates had not returned.

Of course, he never expected that anything unexpected would happen to these two people.

After all, this place is a Daxia military camp, and even if the villagers in the fishing village have some courage, they don't dare to do anything to them.

What's more, if you really want to use your hands, wouldn't the physical body of a fourth-grade warrior be more than enough to deal with those people?

"Zhao Wanhu, I've sent you the person."

Following a gentle voice, two packages of balls wrapped in cloth were thrown in from outside the camp.

Two "round balls" rolled to Zhao Xian's feet.

Looking at the blood-stained ball and the familiar voice, Zhao Xian's face turned extremely ugly.

There is no need to guess what is wrapped in the cloth.

What he wants to know now is how did Li Qingshan survive such a peerless sword strike?

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it!" Zhao Xian kicked away the two balls without caring and said with a smile: "Mr. Li, please come in."

Li Qingshan opened the tent, walked into the tent, and said with a smile: "I never thought that Zhao Wanhu would still remember my voice?"

"The knife that day was still fresh in my memory." Zhao Xian took a clean wine glass, poured a glass of strong wine, and held it in front of Li Qingshan with both hands: "Before, I was blind and couldn't recognize Mount Tai. I wonder if I can give you another chance?"

Li Qingshan glanced at him and smiled: "This place suppresses cultivation, and you have thousands of soldiers, but you don't call for people to kill me?"

"Mr. Li is joking." Zhao Xian leaned down slightly and continued: "It's easy for you to kill me."

He casually found a seat and sat down, and Li Qingshan said meaningfully: "You are overthinking, and my cultivation has also been suppressed."

"Killing those two Qianhu was purely a sneak attack."

"I came here to ask you, why don't you surrender?"

When he heard the word surrender, Zhao Xian straightened his slightly stooped waist and said, "Mr. Li, the vanguard army can be defeated, but cannot be surrendered."

Li Qingshan picked up the fresh fruit on the table, took a bite, and said with a smile: "Why not?"

"The one who surrenders will kill the nine tribes..."

"You still care about this?" Li Qingshan was a little surprised: "This is not consistent with your past glorious deeds."

Zhao Xian drank the strong wine in the glass in one gulp, threw the glass away, sat back in his seat, and said calmly: "Everyone in the world has people they care about, and I am no exception."

"Furthermore, I am evil, I don't take the people seriously, I use my power to oppress people... none of this means that I am a person who will surrender to the enemy and treason."

Li Qingshan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Then what if I say, if you don't surrender, I will kill you now?"

"Please do it." Zhao Xian spread his hands and looked open.

Half a moment.

Li Qingshan threw the clean fruit core on the table, stood up and said: "If there is a battle tomorrow, die on the battlefield. At least you won't be killed by the Nine Clans."

"Thank you sir!"
Chapter completed!