...

"boom!"

In front of the prison door of the Criminal Department, air waves exploded, like a howling wind blowing everything around.

Anping leaned against the wall, his body limp, his clothes torn, and blood flowing all over his body.

Jia Ersan has already taken two steps back, his old eyes showing surprise:

"I'm becoming more and more curious about who taught you, even such a unique martial arts skill."

He took a few steps and grasped Anping with his big hand.

A vermilion figure flashed out from behind the wall, as swift as a fire fox, and struck Jia Ersan with one palm.

With a lucky strike from Jia Ersan, the figure like a fire fox grunted, spurted out blood, retreated, picked up Anping, stepped on the wall and turned over, disappearing from the sight of Jia Ersan and Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang saw clearly that the figure as nimble as a fire fox was a woman with a beautiful appearance and heroic eyebrows.

Jia Ersan wanted to chase him, but he was worried about Zhao Wujiang. He knew that he was careless and did not capture the man in blue shirt.

But the power of the man in blue shirt's final life-saving blow really surprised him.

"Please forgive me, sir." Jia Ersan knelt down on one knee.

Zhao Wujiang rubbed his fingers and said calmly:

"It doesn't matter.

Just now, was there anything suspicious about the thief's last blow?"

He had just caught Jia Ersan's expression in his eyes, and it was obvious that Anping's final blow was somewhat beyond Jia Ersan's expectations.

"Yes." Jia Ersan said respectfully:

"The man's last blow mobilized almost all his internal energy, and even had the power to swallow up the power of the old slave's palm.

This kind of secret method has never been seen by the old slave when he was wandering around the world, but he has heard about it.

The only method that can devour the enemy's internal energy is the long-lost method of absorbing stars!"

Star-absorbing magic? Zhao Wujiang's eyes trembled. How could this young man in blue shirt know this kind of martial arts?

"But just like the Xiangxi Phantom Step he performed, he only scratched the surface!" Jia Ersan commented:

"This shows that there is a huge power behind this person. Someone is teaching him, but for some reason, they have not penetrated into it, so he has only learned the basics."

The Qianlong Sect has a method of absorbing stars...Zhao Wujiang rubbed his fingers and analyzed it carefully. Could it be that the faceless man is so powerful because he has practiced the method of absorbing stars?

"Let's go down to the dungeon and have a look." Zhao Wujiang frowned. He was one step behind the young man in blue shirt. It was estimated that the Minister of the Ministry of Finance had encountered something unexpected.

...

In the imperial study room, the empress sat on a huanghuali wooden chair, constantly picking up a pen and writing ink, and her pen was constantly moving.

She wrote a secret letter, and the contents of the secret letter were all for the generals guarding the border in Daxia to strengthen their defenses.

She sighed quietly as she wrote. Military matters cost a lot of money, and now that the treasury was empty, she was worried.

However, she discussed the matter with her courtiers, who all blamed each other, and everyone said they were short of money.

She clearly knew that many courtiers were extremely rich, but she had no choice but to kill them all and ransack their homes in exchange for money, right?

...

King Xiaoyao has returned to the west of the city, his eyes are like ice.

If he wants to marry a saint and give her the title of saint, he needs the emperor's decree, otherwise he will be infamy no matter what.

Since you, Xuanyuan Jing, do not agree, just wait until I sit on that seat and issue the order myself!

When King Xiaoyao stepped into the house, he smelled the strong smell of blood. He followed the smell of blood and came to the side room, where he saw Anping lying unconscious on the bed, and a man with a face as pale as paper who was healing Anping.

Joy.

"Lord..." Joy's voice was weak.

King Xiaoyao's eyebrows grew colder: "What happened?"

He shook his head happily:

"Anping went to kill the Minister of Household Affairs and met two people, an old man and a young man.

The old man was extremely skilled in cultivation and severely injured Anping. I heard the news and went to greet him, and I slapped him hard."

King Xiaoyao's eyebrows were cold, he raised his big hand, and Xi Le's body suddenly floated in the air.

The invisible energy in his palm surged into Xihe's body, repairing the injuries.

After a few breaths, her joy became much better. She knelt down on one knee with a grateful and respectful expression:

"Thank you, Lord!"

"Send some secret letters to invite some courtiers in the court." King Xiaoyao came to Anping's bed, raised his hand and pressed it lightly, and the invisible air waves in his hand flowed to Anping's whole body to heal him:

"Call some more believers and some elders to station outside Kyoto!"

Joy's pupils contracted violently, and horror filled her cheeks. Lord, is this going to...

She respectfully said yes, stood up and left with fists clasped in her hands.

King Xiaoyao stared at Anping, whose complexion was gradually improving, with his eyes as cold as knives.
Chapter completed!