Qin Dynasty: Raising troops to capture the Bad Guys and stealing Yan Ling Ji.

"Look at this knife, it cuts iron like mud, it's really good!"

"New rouge and face powder have arrived! Come and choose!"

Wushuang Gui carried Yan Lingji through the bustling crowd. He couldn't understand a word of the dialects around him. Fortunately, Yan Lingji was proficient in fire magic and could directly obtain memories from other people's mental illusions. Learning the languages ​​and scripts of various vassal states was a piece of cake for her.

Upon entering Daliang City, Yan Lingji used her Fire Charm Technique to accurately track down Han Feng and You Ying's whereabouts by observing the memories of passersby, pointing directly to the Armored Gate.

At the same moment, on the other side of Daliang City.

General Jin Wen, accompanied by his entourage, emerged from the Wei King's palace and headed towards the Armored Gate. His deep eyes were filled with weariness and helplessness.

Above him lay the distrustful and incompetent King Wei, in the middle, powerful political enemies who obstructed his path, and below, inexperienced soldiers unfit for the great task… This Wei general, burdened with heavy responsibilities, was utterly exhausted…

"Perhaps when I truly lose all hope, I will..."

At this point in his thoughts, Jin Wen suddenly froze, for he caught sight of a young man whose strength far surpassed that of A Qing.

Upon seeing the robust young man walking towards him at the end of the wide street, Jin Wen's lips curled slightly, a barely perceptible smile of joy appearing on his face.

"The spirit of Wei Wu is not severed!"

"He is another excellent candidate for practicing external martial arts. Although he is not as good as A Yuan, his physical qualities far surpass those of A Qing and Xiao Mei."

"The stronger the foundation, the more enduring Cao Cao's ambition will be."

He had already decided that if this boy showed no unusual tendencies, he would take him as his personal disciple.

He casually waved his left hand.

His personal guards hurried away to investigate the background of the burly 5.3-meter-tall youth.

5.3 Jin Wen returned with a calm expression, steadily moving forward. As they drew closer, the contrast in their figures became increasingly striking.

The peerless ghost, who was more robust and imposing than the average person, looked like a malnourished, thin, and short man standing next to General Jin Wen.

"So tall and strong!"

Wushuang Gui raised his head and stared at the unfamiliar white-haired old man in front of him.

My heart was filled with mixed emotions; beyond astonishment, I felt a surge of reverence.

364. Innate superhuman strength

Its imposing and robust form stands before us like a screen, blocking out the sunlight and casting a huge shadow.

Even clad in armor, his massive, bulging muscles were still impossible to conceal.

He glanced at his own arm, then looked up at the old man, and a strange thought suddenly occurred to him.

"I didn't realize I was so thin!"

"Young brother, where are you from?" General Jin Wen tried his best to appear kind, but his face was far from kind and still revealed a fierce and brave spirit.

Wushuang Gui, however, was completely unconcerned.

At this moment, he was filled with confusion, completely baffled by what the robust, white-haired old man in front of him was saying. His words were noisy and difficult to understand.

He couldn't help but glance at the Flame Spirit Princess, who was perched on his left shoulder.

What was this old man talking about just now?

"He asked you where you came from. Don't answer yet, I'll handle it." Yan Lingji spoke to Wushuang Gui in Yue language, and was about to switch to Wei language to answer the white-haired old man when she suddenly heard the old man exclaim in surprise.

"Are they people from the Baiyue region?"

"How coincidental! My two disciples also come from the Baiyue region. Perhaps you will have the opportunity to talk again in the future."

now.

The guard who had gone to investigate earlier returned and quietly reported the information he had obtained. Upon hearing this, Jin Wen's face immediately showed satisfaction, and his amiable smile became even more cordial. He looked down at the burly young man and began to introduce himself.

"I am Jin Wen, the Grand General of Wei and the current leader of the Armored Sect."

"Your physical constitution is of superior quality. I wish to take you as my personal disciple. Are you willing?"

Wushuang Gui stared wide-eyed, meeting Jin Wen's gaze in silence.

He didn't understand a single word.

Upon hearing this, Yan Lingji on her shoulder was slightly startled and muttered to herself, "It's actually the leader of the Armored Sect, that powerful external martial arts sect that is renowned throughout the world."

"If you are unparalleled, enter the Armored Gate and become its disciple."

"With his unparalleled physical talent and the renowned Armored Technique of the Armored Sect, he will surely be far superior to today. At that time, he will be more likely to help me rescue my master, Tianze."

After clearing your thoughts.

Yan Lingji then explained to Wushuang Gui in Yue language: "This person is Jin Wen, the leader of the Armored Sect, who wants to take you as his personal disciple."

"If you join the Armored Sect and learn the Armored Skill, you will surely reach a higher level, and then the Savior will be in sight."

Upon hearing the matter of saving the master, Wushuang Gui immediately nodded in agreement.

Unfortunately, General Jin Wen was also unable to understand the language of the Baiyue people.

His ability to recognize it was due to the fact that his second disciple, Han Feng, came from Baiyue and had heard it a lot, so he had some knowledge of the Yue language.

However, getting them to have fluent everyday conversations is no easy task.

Seeing this, Yan Lingji volunteered to act as a temporary translator for the two, relaying to Jin Wen: "Wushuang said he is willing to become your disciple and join the Armored Sect."

"Your name is Wushuang?" Upon hearing this, Jin Wen observed Wushuang Ghost for a moment and praised, "If I had not known A Yuan before, your innate strength and physique would be unparalleled in the world."

"Come back to the Armored Gate with me."

Wushuang Gui looked bewildered and helpless, then turned to Yan Ling Ji.

"Let him go and learn his skills," Yan Lingji said in a low voice. Wushuang Gui nodded silently and followed the white-haired old man toward the armored gate.

Meanwhile, inside the armored gate.

Dian Qing held a pair of heavy cleavers, each as heavy as a door panel, and stared wide-eyed at the figure standing before him.

His bones and muscles were as strong as a wild beast, and his muscles were as towering as mountains, as if they were cast from bronze and iron.

On his skin, dark lines intertwine, resembling natural tattoos, exuding a wild and untamed aura.

Her long, jet-black hair flowed in the wind, reaching all the way to her knees.

Occasionally, it dances and flutters, like rolling clouds and mist.

365. Han Feng's Evil Charm

His face has distinct features and smooth, natural lines. Although he looks a little childish, he already exudes a cool and resolute temperament.

Coupled with those unique eyes.

This gave the figure an overall sinister aura, as if it were a demon god who had emerged from purgatory.

"Second Junior Brother, it really is you!"

Dian Qing stared in disbelief, his face showing astonishment.

"How could you have changed so much? I thought some audacious thief had broken into the Armored Gate and was about to capture him."

"I'm in the prime of my physical development. It's not surprising that I've changed quite a bit in just over a month," Han Feng chuckled, then suddenly pointed to the extremely tough life mark that was faintly visible on his skin and asked with a smile, "Senior brother, what do you think of my tattoos?"

“Very flashy.” Dian Qing muttered, then suddenly remembered something and laughed loudly: “Come, Second Junior Brother, let your senior brother test your current cultivation level.”

He hadn't finished speaking.

The two swords he gripped tightly in his hands were already crossed and slammed towards Han Feng.

"Senior Brother, you're clearly just jealous that my tattoo is better than yours, and you're using this as an excuse to get revenge!"

"If you've got the guts, put down your twin swords first."

Han Feng quickly threw punches, striking the large door-shaped swords that came from both sides.

"boom!"

Fists clashed violently with metal, producing a dull, powerful metallic clang. The two were locked in combat in an instant.

Within the territory of Chu, in Ping'an County, a newly recruited top-tier assassin from the Luowang network, named "Shiyu," slowly drew the Shiyu sword from behind a withered corpse.

Just as he was about to absorb the pure life force fed back by the Devouring Prison Sword, he suddenly realized that this time, the Devouring Prison Sword in his hand not only did not feed back as usual, but instead began to vibrate violently, and the amplitude of the vibration was increasing.

"Why is this?" Shi Yu was filled with doubt.

He could only grip the Devouring Sword tightly in his right hand to prevent it from slipping from his grasp due to the vibrations. Soon after, the Devouring Sword began to undergo astonishing changes.

The originally smooth and flat serrated blade surface was now covered with countless intertwined blood vessels, like a network of blood vessels embedded in the blade.

At this moment, within these intricate and dense blood vessels, streaks of shimmering crimson light gradually emerged, flowing and spreading like water between the vessels.

Until the base of each pair of serrated blades was completely covered by this stream of light.

The sound of "snap snap!" was incessant. The sharp, serrated blades, like short swords, had two opposing points at their bases, extending diagonally towards the hilt from the spine of the blade, forming grooves like sharp teeth.

Each groove's tip is precisely embedded in the corresponding serrated blade, while the groove's tail points towards the center of the sword's spine. Thick, surging blood flows freely within, resembling molten lava, a sight that chills to the bone.

Once all thirteen pairs of blood grooves were formed, the spine of the Devouring Prison Sword suddenly caved inward, forming a main groove about three fingers wide, starting from the hilt and extending straight to the tip.

In this way, the thirteen pairs of branched blood grooves are cleverly pieced together as one.