"That's it. Eunuch Jing has entrusted the care of the Supervisor. You should go back early. This operation is successful. You have made a great contribution. When the time comes, the Supervisor will naturally reuse and promote you. God Sledgehammer has nothing to do. This place is for healing.
Medicine, take care of yourself."
"Eunuch Jing is..." Zhao Yuan was confused.
"Don't act without authorization in the future, and follow the arrangements of the supervisor!"
The cultivator interrupted Zhao Yuan's words, threw a pack of medicine in the air, and flew away with another cultivator raising his flying sword, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Yuan looked into the void with a blank look on his face.
Who is Eunuch Jing?
Why should he entrust the supervisor to take care of him?
Who are these two cultivators?
Zhao Yuan realized that he seemed to be involved in a vortex of power struggle, because it was obvious that these two people were not the same as the Great Hammer God.
Why?
Why?
Zhao Yuan was puzzled because he didn't know Eunuch Jing at all.
Suddenly, Zhao Yuan thought of a possibility.
The three shareholders of Liaoyuan Trading Company!
In order to prevent the Qiu family from noticing that they are cultivating power in the military, the three shareholders will most likely start from the imperial capital.
If this is the case, then all problems will be solved.
The three bosses of Liaoyuan Trading Company spent money to bribe a senior official in the imperial capital, nicknamed "Eunuch Jing", and then entrusted Eunuch Jing to the supervisor to take care of him. Judging from the time, it can be inferred that Eunuch Jing's entrustment was conveyed to Heishui City at this time, and
These two cultivators are the people from whom Eunuch Jing was rumored.
It is easy to explain why the two cultivators were together with King Zuo Xian, because the forces behind Blackwater City wanted a war, and King Zuo Xian was the main fighting faction of the assassins, so it was logical for them to collude with each other.
There is no doubt that the forces behind Blackwater City are in opposition to the warriors of the Great Qin Empire, and they have the support of cultivators behind them.
The cultivator asked him if the black-backed long sword in his hand was the weapon of the black-faced god, possibly to confirm his identity and to confirm that he was an enemy of the warriors of the Qin Empire.
In the Great Qin Empire, undercurrents are surging...
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In the distance, torches meander for miles, cavalry gallop on the grassland, iron hooves tread on the grassland, giving people the feeling of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking.
The pursuers finally arrived.
Zhao Yuan thought for a long time but couldn't figure out why those cultivators colluded with the high-ranking officials of the empire. Seeing the pursuers coming, he didn't bother to get into trouble, endured the pain on his body and ran for dozens of miles to find a secluded cliff.
The ruins heal.
Zhao Yuan counted the sword wounds on his body and found that there were hundreds of sword wounds on his body, covering almost every inch of his skin. Fortunately, although these scars were shocking, they were just superficial wounds. With the pills Wan Ling'er gave him,
The bleeding was stopped immediately, and some wounds actually formed scabs.
"This dragon armor is also a waste!" Zhao Yuan touched the bright golden highlights on the dragon armor and couldn't help but cursed.
"Brother, without this dragon armor, you would have turned into flesh long ago." Monk Tianxin's voice suddenly sounded.
"Monk, are you okay?" Zhao Yuan was startled when he heard Monk Tianxin's weak voice.
"Not dead yet, but the few souls of death that the monk finally gathered have been exhausted. The monk can't help you for the time being. You have to be careful. Also, if you kill more people, the monk will refine the Yin-Yang Ship soon.
We can’t let all our efforts go to waste.”
"Well, I will try my best."
"You must also practice the art of sword control as soon as possible, otherwise, any cultivator can kill you to pieces."
"I want it too!"
Zhao Yuan looked frustrated. His biggest dream now is to fly with a sword. As long as he can fly with a sword, the sea and the sky are vast. Go wherever you want. Not only can you visit Wan Ling'er, but you can also look for the Red Heart Sacred Tree.
You can persuade the two nuns Ming Ri Mingyue to return to Shenlong Mountain.
"You definitely haven't found a way. With your current strength, you can definitely fly with a sword." Monk Tianxin said.
"Monk, I only have a cultivation secret book from a roadside stall, what else can I do? I asked you to give me a new cultivation technique, but you always evasive..." Zhao Yuan felt depressed and blamed.
"Brother, although this cultivation method leads to the same goal by different paths, it has its own school. Even if the monk's cultivation method is given to you, you won't be able to understand it even if it takes three to five years. If you want to fly with a sword, it will take a lot of effort.
Ten years will not be as effective as the results of your roadside stall."
"Why……"
"Have you achieved a breakthrough in your 'war'?" Monk Tianxin asked with concern.
"No, but it should be soon. I feel the change, but it's just a little bit different. The battle just now also feels like it's still unfinished. If we continue to fight, we may break through..."
"I still have more to say... Damn it, if you continue to fight, you will be dead, and the monk will also be wiped out. Breaking through is of no use, everyone will die."
"Yes." Zhao Yuan licked his tongue. Although he was struggling on the edge of death in the battle just now, it gave him a hearty feeling.
"The art of shooting arrows of Lan Cai'er is extremely magical and can lock the target. Unfortunately, you don't have a good bow and arrows. Otherwise, it would be possible to kill those cultivators... If you have a good bow, then it has countless uses.
Arrow feathers made from black-hearted wood, haha, I'm afraid those cultivators will run away when they see you..." Monk Tianxin's lust reached a climax and he couldn't help laughing.
"Lan Cai'er..." Zhao Yuan's body was shocked, and he actually forgot about Lan Cai'er.
"It's such a pity for a good girl. You've hurt her badly this time, hey!" Monk Tianxin said with a look of compassion on his face.
"What will happen to her?" Although Zhao Yuan guessed Lan Cai'er's fate, he hoped that Monk Tianxin would give him some fantasy.
"What else can she do? Either Ling Chi or beheaded. Of course, she will be tortured before she dies. Those people will never let her die comfortably."
It's a pity that Monk Tianxin didn't know how to be considerate at all and ruthlessly destroyed Zhao Yuan's hope.
"I have to go back and save her!" Zhao Yuan stood up suddenly.
"You are stupid! That Feng Guoshi, Hu Yansheng, and an unknown terrifying master are here. If you go now, you will die!" Monk Tianxin scolded.
"I must go!"
Zhao Yuan looked blank, summoned some items from the Sumeru Ring, rearranged the wounds, put on a set of clothes, and tied the small black sword and the black-hearted sacred wood sword to his arms and legs respectively.
Monk Tianxin tried his best to persuade, but Zhao Yuan seemed to be determined and remained silent, doing some preparations in silence.
"Okay, okay, you are a hero, you are a great hero! Go, go, go and die! A bullshit hero who saves the beautiful, a great hero..." Monk Tianxin was so angry that he spoke without hesitation.
"I'm not a hero, I just don't want to be condemned by my conscience for the rest of my life." Zhao Yuan said every word.
"Conscience! How much is conscience worth?"
"The most worthless thing is conscience." Zhao Yuan smiled bitterly and packed his things.
"Brother, you are worthless and you still have a shitty conscience. You are a wicked person, a wicked person!" Monk Tianxin danced with a look of hatred on his face.
"I...can I save Lan Cai'er first and then be a bad person?" Zhao Yuan said in a negotiating tone.
"Pfft..." Monk Tianxin fell to the ground in Zhao Yuan's consciousness, with a defeated expression on his face.
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