On the eaves of the palace, Qin Hao proudly bowed his hands to Yan Xiaoyi, and then walked away.
Yan Xiaoyi wanted to stop him anxiously, but in the next second, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his hands couldn't stop shaking. The impact of Qin Hao's shattering of the bowstring had already injured him. At this moment, he was judged.
Everyone watching the battle showed horrified expressions when they saw this.
Before this battle, most people did not think that Qin Hao could win this competition. Many people even thought that Qin Hao could not be seriously injured, which was considered a victory.
However, the result surprised everyone. The long-famous archery god Yan Xiaoyi was defeated by Qin Hao without even having a chance to shoot the third arrow despite taking advantage of the situation.
"It seems that the previous rumors are true. Commander Qin really has the strength to challenge higher levels."
"More than just a leapfrog challenge, Liu wouldn't be surprised if he becomes a grand master one day."
"It's terrible. If I remember correctly, Commander Qin is not yet eighteen yet, right? I'm afraid that given time, our Qing Kingdom will be able to have another great master."
No one noticed that an old eunuch in the corner took a deep look at the direction Qin Hao left, and then quietly disappeared from the scene.
Qin Hao left the imperial city all the way, jumped on his mount, and galloped away.
Not long after, Qin Hao encountered a patrol team of soldiers and horses.
"Subordinates, please refer to the Commander-in-Chief."
"Stop talking nonsense and follow me!"
No one in this group of patrol members hesitated and ran all the way after Qin Hao's horse to the Bingmasi military camp. Even if they ran out of breath along the way, no one fell behind. They knew very well that they could now get the full quota.
The salary of the army depends entirely on the commander. The big-headed soldiers have not read many books and cannot speak any great principles, but at least they must know how to repay kindness. On weekdays, little people like them have nothing to do to help the commander.
But as long as the commander gives the order, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire ahead, they will rush through it without hesitation.
"Bingma Division Camp, stop anyone coming!"
Qin Hao shouted with a cold face: "Who is on duty today? Deputy Commander He Jian is here, let him come out to see me!"
The people guarding the gate of the military camp were all unfamiliar faces, and it was impossible for Qin Hao's memory to make mistakes.
"Deputy Commander He is not here, please leave as soon as possible, otherwise you will not blame the brothers for being rude!"
Although all of the patrol members were sweating profusely and panting, they stood beside Qin Hao with their swords drawn.
"A bunch of sons of bitches, how dare you be rude to the Commander-in-Chief, have you forgotten who gave you the food and salary you eat?"
"You dare to draw your sword? Come here, someone is breaking into the camp!" The guard blew his whistle and immediately attracted a large number of soldiers.
However, before the guards could be proud, a large number of soldiers came and put knives on their necks.
"Brother, what are you doing? We are deputy commander He's people..."
Before he could finish his words, he was kicked. A soldier with a beard grinned and cursed: "He Jian is a piece of shit. I only accept you as the commander in chief. How dare you be rude to the commander in chief? I will cut you alive."
light."
"See the Lord Commander."
Rows of soldiers knelt down and saluted Qin Hao.
Qin Hao flicked his horsewhip: "Tie these people up tightly and lock them in a small dark room. The rest of the people will be in small teams and search the whole city for the Northern Qi master Cheng Jushu. This man is an eighth-level master. He is tall and powerful. When he encounters
After that, don’t fight, send a signal immediately.”
"Brothers, copy the guy!"
The Bingma Division camp seemed to have exploded. Thousands of soldiers, organized into teams of ten, began to search all over the capital. For a moment, the ruffians were so scared that they trembled, thinking that another public security rectification was about to take place.
........
Yangliu Street, close to the Liujing River, is most lively at night, but few people come during the day.
A carriage was slowly moving forward. Fan Xian was sitting on the carriage with Teng Zijing, thinking about marrying Lin Waner and taking her to settle in Danzhou.
"When the time comes, how about you take your sister-in-law and your son with you and let's be neighbors?"
Teng Zijing smiled and said: "As long as you have fifty taels of silver and a lot of land, it doesn't matter where you go."
Fan Xian laughed and scolded: "I realized why you are as obsessed with money as Wang Qinian now?"
"In the past, I was alone and could do whatever I wanted. But it's different now. I have a wife and a son, and I have to live for them."
Facing Fan Xian's teasing, Teng Zijing said seriously: "If you encounter danger one day, I will definitely be the first to run. I worked for the Qing Kingdom before, but now my life belongs to my family."
However, the next second, at the end of Yangliu Street, a huge figure blocked the way.
Teng Zijing noticed the unfathomable energy in the other party, and the smile on his face gradually solidified. His instinct told him that this dangerous big guy was coming for them.
"Brother, how about giving in?"
But with just such a voice, the giant man screamed strangely and rushed towards them.
Teng Zijing immediately turned the horse's head and wanted to drive away, but the next second, the wheels of the carriage were caught by two wooden stakes, and the carriage instantly rolled over under the huge inertia.
Fan Xian and Teng Zijing were both seventh-level warriors. Although they encountered changes, they reacted very quickly. When the carriage rolled over, they jumped onto the walls on both sides in advance.
When the dust cleared, Fan Xian and Teng Zijing looked at each other, both with pale faces.
At this moment, two killers in black clothes on the wall had blocked their way, and the giant man below had also caught up.
"We have to fight hard!"
The battle was about to break out. The two killers in black only had the strength of seventh-grade warriors. With the skillful cooperation of Teng Zijing and Fan Xian, they were quickly pierced by flying knives. But the giant man not only had the strength of eighth-grade warriors, but also
He was extremely powerful and had rough skin and thick flesh. When Teng Zijing's flying knife pierced his body, it was like scratching an itch.
In a close hand-to-hand fight, the two were quickly crushed and defeated steadily.
Just when the two of them were on the verge of despair, a crossbow arrow suddenly pierced Cheng Jushu's back.
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A cloud-piercing arrow exploded over the capital.
Qin Hao's eyes narrowed, he flew off the horse and jumped up to the restaurant nearby. After several leaps and turns, he disappeared amidst the exclamations of passers-by.
"Hoar, kill you!"
Originally, Cheng Jushu planned to complete the mission first and kill Teng Zijing and Fan Xian first, but the group of "little ants" behind him kept attacking him with crossbow arrows. Although he had true energy to protect his body, he was indeed rough-skinned and thick-bodied.
But that doesn't mean he's not afraid of pain.
Finally, Cheng Jushu could no longer suppress his inner anger and planned to leave Teng Zijing and Fan Xian behind and crush those "little ants" to death first.
However, Fan Xian was better than a monkey at sticking to Mao, so he naturally saw Cheng Jushu's intention, and immediately shouted to the soldiers and horses patrol team: "You guys, hurry up and bring in reinforcements. I am Fan Xian, and I am your commander-in-chief of Qin."
friend."
The patrol team had long known that Cheng Jushu was an eighth-level warrior and was not something they could defeat, so at first they just used bows and crossbows to restrain him from a distance. But now after hearing Fan Xian's shout, they immediately ran away.
Although Cheng Jushu had the strength of an eighth-level warrior, he was not known for his agility. As the opponent rushed for the road, and with Fan Xian and Teng Zijing restraining him from the side, he couldn't catch up for a while, and he suddenly screamed in anger.
Yelled.
"careful."
As soon as Teng Zijing's reminder came out, Fan Xian noticed that Cheng Jushu suddenly turned around and slapped him.
There was a loud "bang", and Fan Xian felt as if his arms were hit by a train. His whole body flew back uncontrollably, and the huge impact smashed a big hole in the wall behind him.
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A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Fan Xian secretly cursed that this stupid guy who looked so naive could actually be cunning and take advantage of him to restrain him.
Action, I'm afraid it's going to be more dangerous now.
But even so, his two arms could no longer be lifted, and they must have been broken.
Seeing that his plan worked, Cheng Jushu roared excitedly like a wild beast, kicked down the broken wall, and strode towards Fan Xian.
Upon seeing this, Teng Zijing gritted his teeth and shot all the few flying knives he had left at Cheng Jushu, trying to attract his attention to himself.
However, Cheng Jushu ignored him this time. He came to Fan Xian and bent down to grab him.
Teng Zijing roared angrily: "Let him go!"
Teng Zijing flew up into the air, concentrating all his strength on this foot. He knew that with Cheng Jushu's terrifying defense, his ordinary attacks were not painful at all, and he could only attack them with all his strength.
Cheng Jushu caused damage, but in this way, it was easy for the opponent to catch the flaw, but he couldn't control that much at the moment.
Cheng Jushu was about to grab Fan Xian's shoulders and crush all the bones in his body, but the next second, he received a heavy blow to the head.
However, what Teng Zijing didn't expect was that Cheng Jushu's defense was so strong that even after receiving such a kick on the head, he just shook his head and quickly woke up.
"you wanna die!"
In a rage, Cheng Jushu kicked Teng Zijing away from the ground. The huge pain also made him go crazy. He ignored Fan Xian and rushed towards Teng Zijing.
"No, you bastard, it's me you want to kill!" Fan Xian could only watch as Cheng Jushu kept approaching Teng Zijing, and his fist as big as a sandbag might explode Teng Zijing's head in the next second.
Teng Zijing also closed his eyes in despair. At the moment of death, his wife's tearful eyes, his son's naughty smile, and Fan Xian flashed in his mind.
Cheng Jushu struck with hatred, rounded his fist and was about to hit Teng Zijing on the head. The pleasure of killing made his eyes bloodshot. However, the next second, his originally fierce gaze turned into confusion.
A palm suddenly appeared in the middle of his fist and Teng Zijing's head, and his mighty strength seemed to suddenly disappear.
Cheng Jushu's simple brain structure made it difficult for him to deal with such a strange thing for a while, and he was stunned on the spot.
Teng Zijing, who had closed his eyes and waited for death, did not wait for the heartbreaking pain he imagined. After a slight hesitation, he slowly opened his eyes.
"Qin...Commander?"
Fan Xian's eyes were filled with tears, his throat was torn from the fierce roar just now, and coupled with the internal injuries he had just suffered, he vomited several mouthfuls of blood. However, at this moment, Fan Xian was laughing loudly.
The moment he saw Qin Hao appear, he knew that he and Teng Zijing were saved.
"Hehe, Lord Commander, we found this giant tree."
The Bingma Division team, which had been hiding far away just now, immediately came over after seeing Qin Hao's arrival.
"Well done, I will reward you based on your merits after returning to camp."
Qin Hao was not stingy with his praise.
At this point, Cheng Jushu's brain circuit finally turned around, and he subconsciously grabbed the disruptor who suddenly appeared.
However, the next second, Cheng Jushu found that his invincible strength seemed to have suddenly failed. The other party just lightly grabbed his wrist, and he felt that he could not use any strength at all, and the energy in his body seemed to be
Sealed by something.
Immediately afterwards, Cheng Jushu felt a lightness under his feet, and his whole body was lifted into the air by the opponent, and then there was another feeling of weightlessness like a free fall.
"Bang bang"
The entire ground was shaking, with bodies constantly hitting the ground with muffled sounds, masonry shattering, and puffs of smoke.
Cheng Jushu was beaten to pieces and was no longer as fierce as before. There was only confusion and confusion in his eyes. His brain could not analyze such a complicated situation under such a violent impact. Where did his strength go?
Who is the guy who threw himself like a toy?
"boom."
In a pothole that was nearly 30 centimeters deep, Cheng Jushu had completely lost his ability to resist. He suffered multiple fractures on his body, and his true energy was also shaken away by repeated blows. It would take less than ten days and a half to recover.
, no need to expect at all.
However, with his thick-skinned physique, if it had been any other eighth-level warrior, he would have died on the spot.
"Tie him up, take him back to the Military and Horse Division, lock him in a small dark room, and don't let anyone touch him."
"As commanded."
Several members of the Bingma Division happily tied Cheng Jushu into a rice dumpling and carried him away.
At this moment, Teng Zijing had also helped Fan Xian up. The two of them looked at each other and smiled. It felt so good to survive the disaster.
"Old Qin, how did you find this place?" Fan Xian was grateful, but couldn't help but ask curiously.
Qin Hao did not directly tell Fan Xian that Princess Fan was behind the scenes. He only said that there were spies in the Bingma Division. Under torture, he learned that Cheng Jushu, an eighth-grade master of the Northern Qi Dynasty, had secretly come to Beijing, so he sent people to search for it. A small team happened to find it.
Following the traces of Cheng Jushu, he lit the signal fireworks and followed the traces of the fireworks to get here.
"Thank you for your kindness, Old Qin. If you can use me in the future, just ask..." Fan Xian originally wanted to cup his fists and cup his hands, but when he raised his arms, he grimaced in pain.
"Okay, you'd better go back and find a doctor as soon as possible to heal your wounds, otherwise it won't be worthwhile to lose this half-life after recovering it." Qin Hao joked.
Teng Zijing supported Fan Xian and was about to leave, but Fan Xian suddenly stopped and turned to Qin Hao and said seriously: "Old Qin, there are not many people I can trust after entering Beijing. You are one of them. Can you help me?"
Check, who wants to kill me?"
"You should know that this kind of thing is not within the scope of the Military and Horse Division's responsibilities. Cheng Jushu will probably have to hand it over to the Inspection and Inspection Institute in the end. You have the rank of the Inspection and Inspection Institute, so it is more convenient for you to investigate it yourself."