Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 152: A Lifetime of Hard Work, But a Name Left in History
The snow was falling and the moonlight was dim, creating a peaceful and tranquil scene in the deep winter, but it was broken by the sight of broken limbs all over the ground and the bloody storm.

Outside the city, shouts of killing shook the heavens, and horses galloped with their stamped feet. The soldiers formed a circle, and in the center of the circle there were flashes of swords and blood, but it was unclear on the periphery.

Urji also rode his horse in circles. In fact, he couldn't see what the situation was like inside the encirclement at all, but he never stopped talking. He couldn't intervene anyway, and he didn't dare to intervene, so he could only use trash talk to disturb the enemy.

All’s fair in war, and Urji was pretty good at this.

"Zhao Wumian! Back then, your father and your mother had an affair and gave birth to a bastard like you! You are half Rong people, and killing your compatriots right now is simply treasonous. You might as well kneel down and kowtow to me, your father..."

call out----

Before Urgi could finish his trash talk, a sharp explosion suddenly came to his ears!
Wuerji, who grew up on the grassland, was no stranger to this sound. The hairs on his skin stood up instantly and he turned his body almost subconsciously, only to see a feather arrow piercing through the snow curtain, brushing past his cheek, leaving a streak of blood.

Feeling a stinging pain on his face, Urji looked in surprise, only to see a gorgeous woman in white clothes and fox fur standing in the snow more than 250 steps away from him. She held a large bow in her hand and had two quivers hanging around her waist. Her expression was indifferent and no emotion could be seen.

"You little bitch from the Central Plains, you dare to attack me. How dare a mere Central Plains person play with a bow and arrow in front of me..." Wuerji was furious. He immediately picked up the longbow from the horse's belly, bent the bow, put the arrow on it, and shot at the woman in white.

The arrow was like a meteor, full of power. It was obvious that Urji was also a good archer, and he also used a five-stone bow.

The arrow shot out from the 300-jin bow at an alarming speed when fully drawn, and it was impossible to see clearly in the darkness.

But the woman in white did not look panicked. She tilted her face loosely and the arrow flew past her face. Her expression did not change at all. She just stood there and shot another arrow.

As the arrow flew out, Urji knew that the person who could come out of the city to support must be a good hand, so he did not slack off. However, this woman failed to hit him in her sneak attack just now, so how could she hit him now?

But just as this thought came into Urji's mind, he was shocked to find that the speed of this arrow was more than 50% faster than the previous arrow.

Before he could react, the arrow pierced his left cheek with a "puff" sound, passed through his mouth, and came out from the right cheek.

Blood splattered.

Ulji had a horrified look on his face, but as soon as he made any expression, he felt a burning pain on his face.

Looking at it in horror, a half-smile appeared on the woman's beautiful face.

Call again?
Urji immediately understood the situation.

This Central Plains woman's archery skills are better than mine. She deliberately shot the first arrow slowly. The second arrow showed her true level, but she just wanted to taunt me... If she really wanted to shoot through my heart, the first arrow would have been enough...

The Rong people were most proud of their archery and horsemanship, but at this moment they were undoubtedly being pinned to the ground and trampled upon by this Central Plains woman.

Wuerji was immediately furious and ashamed, but he moved very quickly. He pulled the reins, turned his horse's head and rushed into the encirclement. At the same time, he raised the spear in his hand and pointed it at Mu Lier. Blood flowed from his mouth and he let out a roar of "Woo woo woo!" from his throat.

Two thousand people surrounded and beat one person, and the ones who were really fighting were only the hundred people in the inner circle, so the Rong people on the periphery were mostly raiding the formation, and only occasionally found a chance to shoot an arrow at Zhao Wumian. Now, hearing Wuerji's voice, those who were still idle immediately looked at Mu Lier.

Even in the battle, a hint of amazement could not help but appear in their eyes.

Whether it was the grassland or the Piantou Pass just now, no woman could be as beautiful as the woman in white before her. If she could get the grassland back...

They were drooling in their hearts, but this group of Rong people were also elites. They immediately reined in their horses and charged towards Mu Lier. One team drew their bows and arrows at Mu Lier, while the other team raised their spears, all in an orderly manner.

If a charge can’t kill Zhao Wumian, then it can’t kill you, a little bitch?
Mu Lier saw Wuerji hiding in the crowd and another group of people rushing towards her. She did not panic, but used her lightness skills to fly backwards to avoid the rain of arrows. She raised the longbow in her hand and shot three arrows, hitting the hearts of the three Rong men in the front.

The group of Rong people suddenly realized that with the speed of their horses, they could not catch up with the woman in white for a while.

As soon as she got a little closer, she tiptoed and flew back several feet. While running away, she was able to draw her bow and shoot arrows to kill several Rong people.

After chasing for two miles, the woman flew onto the city wall again. The soldiers on the wall did not hesitate and immediately raised their bows and crossbows and shot at her.

Although there were not many soldiers, only about a hundred, the number of Rong troops chasing them was not large either, only about five hundred.

It's wishful thinking to want to attack the city with only 500 people. Even though Hequ is a small city, the city gates and walls cannot be neglected.

The Rong people could not resist this and raised their longbows to shoot at the soldiers on the city wall. However, as soon as they raised their bows, the soldiers hid behind the city wall without showing their heads. Only Mu Lier was not afraid at all. She still had an indifferent expression and bent the bow and drew the arrow at a moderate speed. Every arrow she shot was able to kill the Rong people steadily.

The Rong people were on the plain, without even any cover, and even if they were galloping on their horses, the woman in white could still hit them accurately.

"Damn, we've become sitting ducks! Retreat..." One of the generals saw that the situation was not good and just opened his mouth, but the next moment an arrow pierced his neck.

The Rong people were not fools. As they retreated, they saw Mu Lier slowly taking a quiver from the city, flying down, and hunting them with a five-stone bow. The Rong people were helpless. They could not catch up with her, and could not hit her with arrows.

The range of the five-stone bow is much higher than the three-stone bow in their hands...so if they can't hit the target, they can't hit the target, the range is too different.

With the strength of Mu Li'er and Zhao Wumian, dealing with these Rong people is simply like mowing the grass. However, there are too many of them. Basically, after mowing down a small half of them, two of them would be exhausted and at the mercy of others.

Fortunately, there are toxins available.

On the other side, Urji was still hiding in the encirclement, not daring to look out, for fear of being shot in the head by an arrow.

But before they knew it, most of the Rong people in the inner circle fell off their horses with screams for no apparent reason. Some were trampled to death by the other cavalry who were unable to avoid them, or rolled on the ground for a few times and vomited black blood, dying.

poison! ?

Wuerji was immediately horrified and immediately rushed out of the encirclement to prevent himself from being poisoned. Seeing that he could not catch up with the woman in white and Zhao Wumian could not be killed, he did not know how long it would take to exhaust the strength of these two people. Could he really kill these two people before all two thousand people died?

Wuerji was very confident at first, but now he was a little unsure. When he was hesitating whether to withdraw his troops, he heard screams in his ears, and then a flash of knife light suddenly appeared in front of him.

Wuerji was shocked, but saw that the killing god Zhao Wumian was actually cutting a bloody path, stepping hard on the snow, rushing forward, with the knife following him. Wherever the blade passed, the heads of the Rong people flew high. It seemed that they were less than ten steps away from him, and he flew over and slashed at him with the knife.

Wuerji was so frightened that his face turned pale. He never thought that Zhao Wumian could actually break out of the encirclement and kill him in the face.

He was about to raise his gun in a hurry, but Zhao Wumian flew over. Being in the air, he obviously had no way to use any force, so he increased his speed by 50% in a completely unreasonable manner.

Therefore, before Wuerji could raise his gun, Zhao Wumian had already come close to him. He chopped off Wuerji's wrist holding the gun with a knife, removing his weapon, and then suddenly pinched his neck with his other hand and turned over to sit behind him.

The rest of the Rong people in the encirclement saw the son of the state teacher being held hostage by this killer, their faces immediately turned red, and they shouted: "People from the Central Plains! Put down the king!"

"Yes! He is the son of the Imperial Master. If you dare to hurt him, the Imperial Master will make you wish you were dead!"

Zhao Wumian glanced coldly at the Rong people and stabbed Wuerji's thigh with a knife, "I dare not hurt him?"

“Ah————” Urji screamed in pain, but the scream aggravated the arrow wound that pierced his face. He broke out in a cold sweat and almost went into shock.

The expressions of the other Rong people changed again and again when they saw this. One of the lieutenants looked back subconsciously, and saw that in front of Hequ City, there were frightened horses everywhere, and the owners of these horses were all lying in the blood-stained snow, their lives or deaths unknown. At a glance, there were corpses everywhere.

At this moment, many Rong people suddenly screamed, fell off their horses and spit out black blood.

Every scream and every soldier who fell off his horse was like a heavy hammer hitting their hearts.

Looking not far away, the woman in white still had a cold expression on her face. She held a longbow in her hand and killed the grassland warriors they were proud of like pigs with one arrow after another.

And what about Zhao Wumian? He was covered in blood, even his face was stained with the blood of the Rong people. His only pair of cold eyes scanned them coldly, looking at them as if they were some prey that could be killed at will.

How many people have died trying to kill him?
Conservative eight hundred.

This man actually killed a small half of the 2,000 elite soldiers, and he also captured the general alive... Taking the heads of enemy generals from among thousands of troops is always a devastating blow to the morale.

This scene and this fact finally made these experienced Rong people collapse mentally. One of them immediately rode his horse and rushed towards Piantou Pass, "We can't kill this guy from the Central Plains. When the national master comes, he will definitely be in trouble!"

"Yes... When the Imperial Master comes, I will make him suffer!"

No matter how harsh their words were, they could not hide the fact that they had been defeated by Zhao Wumian.

No matter how brutal the Rong people were, they were still human beings. Two thousand of them attacked together, but eight hundred of them were killed in a short while. Even though they knew that Zhao Wumian would run out of strength sooner or later if they continued to fight, how could they be sure that they could wear Zhao Wumian down before the remaining one thousand men died?

No one wants to die, so no one dares to gamble.

Once one person becomes a deserter, the strong breath he held on to will be completely gone.

The aggressive Rong people fled in panic, and no one dared to attack. The five hundred Rong people who went to kill Mu Lier also breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts and rode their horses as fast as they could. If they were a little slower, the whizzing arrows behind them would be like the King of Hell, taking their lives one by one.

Wuerji's eyes were full of anger, and he thought to himself, you damn deserters, if I can go back safely, none of you will survive, I will definitely kill you all as a sacrifice.

But in this situation, he could do nothing.

After the Rong people fled into the mountains and fields on their horses, Zhao Wumian pulled out the sword from Wuerji's thigh, and then stabbed it into his other leg to ensure that the son of the national teacher had no chance of escape. Then he put the sword on his neck, freed his other hand to hold the reins, and ran towards Mu Lier.

Most of this land is poisonous, so Mu Lier can't get close to it...

Mu Lier put the longbow on her back, and her indifferent expression finally showed anxiety. She mobilized her internal energy and used light skills to run towards him.

When he got close, Zhao Wumian's body swayed and he fell off the horse.

Mu Lier's expression changed, she stepped heavily on the snow with her boots, and flew over to catch Zhao Wumian.

Wuerji's legs were broken and he frowned in pain. Seeing Zhao Wumian fall down, it was obvious that his strength was finally exhausted. He was immediately annoyed. If only those deserters could hold on for another incense stick... But it was no use regretting at this moment. He hurriedly pulled the reins and planned to escape far away.

Unexpectedly, Mu Lier caught Zhao Wumian with one hand, but swept the sword and its sheath with the other hand and hit Wuerji directly on the face. With a "bang", he was knocked off the horse and rolled several times on the snow. His already injured face was instantly covered in blood.

Mu Lier held Zhao Wumian with one hand, her expression cold. She drew the sword from its sheath, held the sword in her backhand, and thrust it directly into Wuerji's forearm, pinning him to the ground.

Urji was almost fainted from the pain again, but he dared not move for fear of suffering further.

He is the son of the national teacher, and his political identity is very important. Dali will not kill him for a while, but now he obviously cannot escape and can only admit defeat.

Mu Lier's pretty face finally relaxed, and her extremely cold expression instantly turned into one of worry. She lowered her eyes and looked at Zhao Wumian, "My dear disciple, are you hurt?"

Zhao Wumian was covered in blood, lying in Mu Lier's arms, staining her spotless white clothes with blood and leaving many dirty marks.

"There are a few injuries, but they are superficial and not serious. It's just that I can't adapt to the red silk of Naraku for a while, and my physical strength is too consumed..."

Zhao Wumian's heart was beating like a drum, his breathing was like a bellows, his lungs were burning, and his muscles were aching. However, he glanced at the bloodstains on Mu Li'er's white clothes and stood up.
In order to save energy, he used the Nine Bells for a while and then stopped. At this moment, his brain was dizzy and he wanted to vomit. But if he vomited on Mu Lier, he would not dare to see his beautiful master for a year or two. As a result, Mu Lier pulled him back, leaned on her shoulder, took out a pill from her arms and gave it to Zhao Wumian to take, "This is the Sword Sect's Liuli Pill, which is very useful for external injuries. Take it..."

There was a full breast that was about to burst out next to Zhao Wumian's face. It could be touched if he slightly turned his face. He had to turn his head to take the medicine, but he saw the purple-clothed woman walking quickly towards him from behind Mu Lier, with hurried steps and an anxious look on her face.

Mu Lier looked back, her eyebrows raised frivolously, "What are you doing here?"

"I'll come and help." The purple-clothed woman paused and looked at the blood and ruins on the ground. Her nose moved slightly and she smelled the fishy smell of blood. She frowned tightly. She wanted to get closer, but didn't want the blood to dirty her shoes. Therefore, she hesitated on the periphery and didn't dare to take a step forward.

After a long while, she pinched her nose, held up her purple skirt with her other hand, and came to the two of them while enduring the nausea.

"We're done fighting, and you're coming over?" Mu Lier squinted at the purple-clothed woman and said unkindly, "If you don't want to help, no one is forcing you."

"I'm not good at facing the enemy head-on. Do you think everyone is as big-breasted and brainless as you?"

Mu Lier smiled coldly, with a dangerous look on her face, "Is your butt itchy?"

The purple-clothed woman subconsciously covered her perky buttocks, then glanced at Mu Lier and said, "I don't want to bother with you."

The purple-clothed woman turned to look at Zhao Wumian, who was covered in blood. Her eyes became complicated. She pursed her lips and took out a bottle of elixir from her arms. But she saw Zhao Wumian smiled slightly, pointed at the Wuhen Knife that fell on the ground, and said weakly:

"Your poison and Naraku's red silk helped me a lot. If not, even if I could kill these war dogs, I would still be dead. Now, I am not even seriously injured... The handkerchief is wrapped around the hilt of the knife, please take it away."

The purple-clothed woman was slightly stunned. Since she had given Naraku Red Silk, she had never thought about coming back... After all, this was Jiuzhong. Who wouldn't be jealous? Because of Jiuzhong, how many tragic things had happened in history, such as fathers and sons killing each other, masters and apprentices killing each other?

Now that Zhao Wumian has experienced the magic of the Nine Bells, he actually wants to return them?

The purple-clothed woman looked at Zhao Wumian deeply, and then heard Zhao Wumian say: "But I killed so many people with the handkerchief, not only is there my sweat on it, but also the blood of the Rong people... Don't you have mysophobia? Do you want more? Let me wash it for you?"

The purple-clothed woman's eyes twitched, and she was too lazy to pay attention to what he said. She leaned over and fed Zhao Wumian another pill.

"He just took Liuli Pill and now he's taking your pill. Won't the medicinal properties conflict with each other?" Mu Lier asked as she gently stroked Zhao Wumian's chest with her small hand, as if she was helping him swallow the pill.

Zhao Wumian looked at Mu Lier's little hand and felt that she seemed to be treating him as a vegetable, so he tried to get up again, but was pulled back and almost hit the ball.

"What kind of rubbish is the Liuli Pill? Is that little bit of medicinal power worthy of competing with my pill?"

Mu Lier frowned and was about to get angry.

The woman in purple said this with disdain, patted her skirt and stood up again, glancing sideways at Urji, who was nailed to the spot and acted like a transparent man without saying a word.

But Urgi's heart was not at peace at all... Nine Bells! Naraku Red Silk!

So that's how it is. No wonder this man could charge and kill at will while surrounded by two thousand people... That's not surprising.

We have to find a way to spread this information. You know, even in the grassland, there is only one Nine Bells, but it still has infinite wonders.

Not to mention the Naraku Red Silk, which can not only increase the speed of warriors, but also shorten the growth cycle of natural treasures.

Things like the hibiscus fruit that bears fruit once every hundred years, and the dragon beard flower that blooms once every sixty years in the Qiongtai Lake on the grassland, eating these things will either greatly increase your internal strength or reconnect severed limbs, but their growth cycles are too long... If there were the Naraku Red Silk, I would definitely be able to train a large number of masters within twenty years.

Two thousand cavalrymen can only be considered difficult to deal with, but if there are two thousand masters... with this fighting power, there is no need to worry about not being able to take down the Li Kingdom.
While Urji was still thinking about how to pass on the information, he saw the woman in purple tilt her head to look at him, and his heart skipped a beat for some reason.

The purple-clothed woman looked down at Wuerji with an indifferent expression on her pretty face. She asked, "How did the Rong tribe break into Piantou Pass? What are your plans next? Are you willing to tell me the truth?"

Wuerji moved his mouth and made a "wuwu" sound, meaning that his face had been pierced and he couldn't say anything.

The purple-clothed woman smiled coldly, "The arrow didn't hurt your tongue at all. It hurts, but you can still speak after all."

When his lie was seen through, Urji closed his eyes and remained silent, turned a deaf ear, and played dead like a turtle.

Obviously, even if he captured him alive, he still felt that he should have the pride and backbone of a grassland warrior and the son of a national teacher.

Seeing this scene, the woman in purple smiled happily, as if she was hoping that Wuerji would be like this.

As soon as she stretched out her little hand, a spider crawled out from her sleeve, climbed onto her fingertips, then jumped onto Urgi and bit him hard on the neck.

"Ouch—Ah———" An extremely shrill scream instantly rang out from Urji's mouth, causing the wound on his mouth to bleed profusely. He could not help rolling on the ground in so much pain. Even though his forearms were nailed to the ground, he kept twisting his arms because of the pain, which made his forearms a bloody mess.

The purple-clothed woman smiled happily, "Did you torture the Dali soldiers like this at Piantou Pass? Now you can't stand the pain even though you've only just reached that point? It seems that a dignified grassland warrior is no more than this, tut tut tut."

Mu Lier's eyes twitched as she watched, and she began to worry that if Zhao Wumian angered this woman in the future, would he be tortured by her in the same way?
She then whispered to Zhao Wumian, "Stay away from this crazy woman in the future, and don't fall for her tricks."

Zhao Wumian: ...

The purple-clothed woman heard this and turned her head and said, "You kill people, and I interrogate them. We have a clear division of labor. What are you doing here, crickets?"

Zhao Wumian quickly stood up and looked at Wuerji, "Speaking can save you some pain."

Wuerji rolled on the ground in pain. No matter how tough he was, he couldn't pretend anymore. He was crying and snotting, with blood all over his face and body. He screamed in confusion, "Uh, uh, no, street medicine, antidote!"

The purple-clothed woman snorted coldly, and then let Caicai come out from her sleeve and bite Wuerji. He looked at the purple-clothed woman fearfully, and his face hurt when he opened his mouth, but it was better than being bitten by the spider, so he said incoherently:
"Wu, Wu Ming colluded with the crown prince and let us enter the pass. They put the blame of 'colluding with foreign enemies' on the head of the King of Jin, intending to deprive the King of Jin of his 200,000 troops."

"What's your next plan? How many troops will you send to attack Ningwu Pass and Yanmen Pass? How many Rong spies are there in Dali?" Zhao Wumian had guessed this in the East Palace a long time ago, so he was not surprised and continued.

"I am only the vanguard. We have not discussed how many troops to send to attack Ningwu and Yanmen yet. But I know that Dong Yulou is also one of the spies. He will kill Dong Wenzhen, recapture the Jin troops near Piantou Pass, and then go to Taiyuan to put pressure on the King of Jin and force him into a desperate situation. Then the Imperial Master will take this opportunity to go to Taiyuan to persuade the King of Jin to surrender...

The Imperial Master is the only one who can lead the King of Jin to escape the encirclement of the army. If the King of Jin wants to survive, he can only cooperate with us. In fact, Wu Ming had already extended an olive branch to the King of Jin a few days ago. He did not directly refuse at that time, so he must have been hesitating in his heart. "

Mu Lier's heart sank, "He's right, King Jin is at the end of his rope, and he has no choice but to follow the Rong tribe all the way to the end...

With the blame of "colluding with foreign races" on his shoulders, the King of Jin has lost all his support. There are probably only 20,000 to 30,000 soldiers willing to follow him. The rest of the Jin army must be extremely disappointed in him. They either retired and returned home or simply obeyed the orders of their own generals...

Two hundred thousand soldiers were destroyed by the beastly prince by killing the civilians and soldiers at Piantou Pass. What a good plan. "

Wuerji himself admired the crown prince Luo Shuzhi. He was not particular about small matters when it came to achieving great things. His strategy was to reduce the military power of the Prince of Jin without sacrificing any of his own soldiers. Didn't he look at why Emperor Jingzheng launched the Jingnan Rebellion? Wasn't it because that emperor was clearly reducing the power of the vassal states?
To reduce the power of the princes in an open and aboveboard manner, win the hearts of the people, take back the military power, and enhance prestige, that was something that only Emperor Taizu Gao was qualified to do. If the emperors after Dali really did so, the emperor who was killed by Emperor Jingzheng was a clear example.

The safest way is to proceed step by step, but this prince of the Central Plains is obviously too hasty and eager for quick results, so he directly brought us in to take the opportunity to reduce the power of the vassal states. If this plan is not handled with care, the end result will be the destruction of the country.

But there was no need to say more at this moment, so Urgi continued:

"This is all the plan I know. Ningwu and Yanmen cannot be conquered overnight, so our next step is to persuade the King of Jin to surrender. After all, he knows all the defense conditions of the border of Jin. After persuading him to surrender, we will help him to redress his wrongdoings so as to attract those hesitant Jin troops to join him... We can't just throw 200,000 troops to the Crown Prince."

“People’s hearts are scattered. No matter how much you try to vindicate Prince Jin, it will be useless. After all, the prince is not stupid. He can just say casually, ‘The Rong people spread rumors.’ Moreover, if Prince Jin is really allowed to take back some of the troops, I’m afraid he will kill you first, right?” said the purple-clothed woman.

"He was saved by our grassland national master. Everyone in the world can see it. We don't need to convince the forces outside Jin. We just need to make these Jin soldiers think that their prince was framed by the prince. Next, we will break through Ningwu, Yanmen, Shanhai and other passes, and go straight into the capital to kill the prince..." Wuerji said in a muffled voice:
"No matter what rumors or public opinions are, after we kill the crown prince, won't we be the ones to write the history books? Whether this part of the truth is official history or unofficial history depends on whether the King of Jin can help us enter the capital."

"If he wants to be disgraced and infamous forever, and become a villain in the history books who colluded with foreign enemies, then he can rebel against us. We recognize that. If he wants to clear his name and restore his innocence, he can only help us kill the prince. We believe he will choose the latter."

Wuerji looked at the three people, his eyes regained their calmness, "Leaving a name in history...isn't that what you people in the Central Plains pursue your whole life?"

Mu Lier was silent for a moment, and had to admit that what Wuerji said made sense. King Jin had no reason at all to rebel against the Rong tribe.

The prince has already bared his fangs towards him, and even the Princess of Jin was forced to death by the prince... If the Prince of Jin wants to clear his name and avenge the murder of his wife, he can only follow the Rong tribe.

Only the Rong tribe has the ability to help him.

From the perspective of the Rong tribe, they had gained all the advantages. Not only did they break through the Piantou Pass, but they also gained the combat power of the King of Jin, who was in charge of a large army.

Mu Lier rubbed her brows. "In order to reduce the power of the vassal states, the country has been in turmoil. Luo Shuzhi, oh Luo Shuzhi, are you so afraid that the Prince of Jin will rebel?"

Wuerji smiled coldly, "How can a Jianghu person understand the helplessness of those in high positions?"

Zhao Wumian frowned slightly, and ignored Wuerji's ridicule. He just pondered for a while and learned a key piece of information from Wuerji, "Dong Yulou led the troops to put pressure on King Jin, and the national teacher went to Taiyuan..."

At this moment, screams came one after another from the direction where the Rong people had just fled, and the four of them were so frightened that they looked in confusion.

But then I saw a figure walking slowly in the forest between the mountains, and his original appearance gradually revealed in the moonlight.

The man was tall and straight, dressed in a black robe, with an angular face and a slight beard on his chin, looking like a cynical middle-aged man.

The most eye-catching thing is the big gun on his shoulder.

The spear is completely black and about nine feet long, but if you look closely, you can see fine scales on the spear shaft and the spear body. I don't know what kind of craftsmanship was used to make it. Under the moonlight, the scales are shining with a faint bloody light.

"Blood Scale Spear..." Mu Lier muttered to herself, and then her expression suddenly changed. She immediately stepped forward and pulled out the sword from Wuerji's forearm, then held it horizontally in front of her, blocking Zhao Wumian, her tone frighteningly cold.

"Gun Master Chen Qiyuan... I can't believe I met you here."

After these words were spoken, Zhao Wumian and the woman in purple were both slightly stunned.

This person is the head of Wujitian, Chen Qiyuan! ?

Zhao Wumian also killed his disciple Ye Wancang. Before that, Chen Qiyuan came to Qinfeng Village with the intention of snatching Naraku Red Silk from Zhao Wumian... Why did he have to meet this guy when there were so many other people he could meet? ?
Chen Qiyuan waved the spear in his hand, tied it into a flower shape and held it behind his neck, with both hands on the spear. Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on his cynical face, "There were about a thousand Rong people who fled just now. I killed quite a few of them, and I guess three or four of them ran fast and escaped..."

Wuerji's expression froze for a moment, but he heard Chen Qiyuan continue: "After dealing with the Rong people, it's time to sort out our private affairs..."

Chen Qiyuan looked at Zhao Wumian behind Mu Lier and laughed, "It's only been a few days, of course I'm still nearby. After all, the whereabouts of Jiu Zhong is still unknown... Zhao Wumian, did you find Jiu Zhong?"

Mu Lier was like a female eagle protecting her young eagle. She spread out one arm to block Chen Qiyuan's sight. "The famous spear master, do you hold a grudge against the younger generation because Ye Wancang was killed?"

"I don't hate Zhao Wumian. Ye Wancang was killed because he was not as skilled as others." Chen Qiyuan shook his head slightly, and then his voice became cold again, "But if Zhao Wumian had the Nine Bells, why wouldn't I grab it? The bigger the fist, the more powerful it is. Master Mu Jian, don't you know that?"

Mu Lier narrowed her eyes slightly, "The Rong tribe has entered the pass, and we are facing a great enemy. Are you still thinking about internal fighting?"

"Internal fighting?" Chen Qiyuan laughed out loud, "Master Mu Jian, if you are not at the top of the martial arts world, it won't take me even a quarter of an hour to kill the four of you..."

After saying that, Chen Qiyuan threw away the spear in his hand and smiled coldly, "And I did kill some Rong people."

(End of this chapter)