Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Liao Fang's skills haven't changed.

A bowl of plain noodles, the broth is made from pork bones, the noodles are handmade and very chewy, and two poached eggs are placed on top.

Qin Han sat at the table and took a sip of soup.

The saltiness is just right.

Mu Nianci sat opposite him, picking up noodles with her chopsticks and putting them down again, glancing at him every now and then, feeling that this man had changed a lot.

Dong Tianbao and Zhang Junbao squeezed onto another small table, each with three bowls in front of them. Dong Tianbao had already finished one and a half bowls, sweating profusely and mumbling incoherently.

"My godmother's cooking is amazing! A hundred times better than the cooks back in Sichuan!"

Liao Fang stood by the stove, knowing that Dong Tianbao was exaggerating, and smiled from ear to ear, "Eat slowly, and we'll cook more if you're not full."

Zhang Junbao ate more refinedly. After being tossed about on the ship for several days, a bowl of hot soup noodles warmed him up from head to toe.

Qin Han picked up a piece of noodles with his chopsticks, about to put it in his mouth.

The chopsticks are suspended in mid-air.

"There really are people who aren't afraid of death."

He chewed twice and swallowed, then picked up another bite with his chopsticks, his expression unchanged.

"Tianbao".

"Um?"

Dong Tianbao looked up, with noodle soup still on the corner of his mouth.

"You guys eat first."

Qin Han put down his chopsticks, stood up, and said, "I'm going out to use the restroom."

Liao Fang peeked out from behind the stove: "The outhouse is now at the back of the yard..."

"understood."

Qin Han smiled, pushed open the door, and went out.

Dong Tianbao and Zhang Junbao exchanged a glance.

Without stopping his chopsticks, the older brother said he'd eat noodles with me, so I ate noodles.

Dong Tianbao lowered his head and continued eating the noodles.

Zhang Junbao picked up the fried egg, took a bite, and found it tasted pretty good. He then wrapped it in noodles and ate it.

Mu Nianci held her chopsticks without moving.

Just a moment ago, something was moving outside the courtyard wall, more than one thing.

But being sensible, she didn't say anything; it's better not to let the elderly know certain things.

In the alley.

Qin Han closed the courtyard gate and took two steps forward.

At both ends of the alley.

On the roof, behind the corner of the wall.

There are thirty people in total.

He was breathing heavily and was well-trained, but his heart was beating fast, indicating he was clearly very nervous.

With his current eyesight, he could easily spot the repeating crossbow in the other party's hand.

This thing is a standard repeating crossbow used in military camps. Some high-end models can even break through a Grandmaster's aura barrier. Sichuan now has such high-quality items.

The minimum range is thirty paces. If the crossbow bolt is coated with some kind of deadly poison, even a master of innate skill would have to go to the underworld to report with a single arrow.

Thirty.

The entire alley was sealed off from all sides.

Qin Han stood in front of the courtyard gate and stretched.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Thirty repeating crossbows fired simultaneously!

A dense barrage of crossbow bolts came from three directions: the rooftop, the corner of the wall, and the alleyway. The sound of the arrows piercing the air was sharp and piercing, and the arrowheads had a bluish-black sheen.

It was coated with a deadly poison.

The Qin and Han dynasties did not make any changes.

Within a three-foot radius of the body, a layer of air wall expanded, almost invisible to the naked eye, with only a slight distortion of the air.

"Ding ding ding ding"

A series of crossbow bolts struck the air wall; it wasn't the sound of metal clashing, but more like something being crushed.

The arrow shaft broke!

The arrow shattered!

The poisoned arrow didn't even touch the surface of the air barrier; it shattered into powder three inches away, scattering across the ground.

Thirty repeating crossbows and nearly a hundred poisoned arrows.

None of them could get close.

The alleyway fell silent for a moment.

That silence was the silence of thirty people holding their breath at the same time.

Qin Han patted off non-existent dust from his cuffs.

"Whose people?"

No one answered.

A man in black on the rooftop made the first move!

With incredible speed, he sprang up from the roof tiles, his narrow-bladed longsword slashing down straight at Qin Han's skull!

The blade was sharp and carried a chilling force.

The pinnacle of skill.

He is the leader of this group.

Qin Han took a step and disappeared from the spot.

The leader slashed at empty air with his sword, a look of horror flashing in his eyes!

Before he could change his move, a large hand grabbed the back of his neck!

Qin Han stood right behind him.

The five fingers are clenched into a claw, and the force penetrates the skull!

"Bang!"

The sound was very soft, like crushing a walnut.

The leader's body stiffened for a moment, then the headless corpse fell to the ground.

Qin and Han dynasties let go.

From the moment the crossbow bolts were fired to the moment the leader was killed, the entire process took no more than a breath.

The method of directly crushing the skull is so cruel that it chills the heart.

The remaining twenty-nine men in black finally realized what was happening.

Some wanted to run, some wanted to fire another round, and some drew their swords and charged forward.

Qin Han slightly bent his left leg, and pushed out his right palm with a powerful and solid force. He tucked his chest and straightened his back, and focused his energy into his dantian!

"The dragon that soars too high will regret it!"

A golden dragon-shaped creature suddenly appeared!

Countless cracks instantly appeared on the walls on both sides of the alley.

The bluestone slabs on the ground were shaken and splintered, scattering gravel everywhere.

"Click-click-click—"

The sound of bones cracking echoed throughout the room.

Some people were thrown into the wall and embedded in the brickwork.

Some people have both legs broken, and they can't even kneel down.

Someone's wrist was bent at an impossible angle, the crossbow was still in his hand, but he had already fallen to the ground.

The worst case scenario is that you don't have time to dodge and get turned into a bloody mist!

Of the twenty-nine people, not one was still standing.

The alley was littered with broken crossbows, shattered weapons, and black-clad men groaning in pain.

Qin and Han dynasties concluded.

The clothes didn't even have an extra crease.

He looked down at the people on the ground.

They were all dressed in black, with waist tags attached to their waists.

At the sticking point.

Secret guards of the Qing Dynasty imperial palace.

Qin Han raised his hand and the waist token fell into his hand. He glanced at it and then casually tossed it back to the ground.

"Were they Kangxi's men? Or was someone doing this on purpose?"

No one on the ground could answer.

Those who could speak could only groan in pain, while those who couldn't speak had already fainted.

Qin Han didn't expect an answer. He had been careless; had he been targeted from the very beginning?!

He turned and walked into the yard.

The noodles weren't finished yet.

I had only taken two steps when I heard hurried footsteps coming from the alley entrance.

"Big brother! Big brother!!"

A familiar voice came from the end of the alley, panting heavily.

Qin and Han stopped.

At the entrance of the alley, a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old led more than twenty people in and rushed in.

The boy was short, wearing an expensive-looking but obviously ill-fitting brocade robe, and was sweating profusely from running.

Wei Xiaobao.

The members of the Heaven and Earth Society behind him were all carrying knives, looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Because they saw the scene in the alley.

The ground was covered with men dressed in black.

A broken crossbow bolt.

Broken bluestone slabs.

And there was that figure with its back to them, slowly walking towards the yard.

Wei Xiaobao slowed his pace.

The men behind him stopped abruptly, their eyes widening, forgetting to sheathe their knives.

Wei Xiaobao swallowed hard and counted the people on the ground.

Thirty.

He recognized the people at the Sticky Rod Office; he had seen them many times in the palace.

These guys are usually very arrogant, and each of them is a skilled fighter. You could pick any one of them in the martial arts world and they would all be second-rate experts.

Now they're all lying there groaning in agony, and look at the Qin and Han dynasties.

His clothes were spotless, not a single hair was out of place, and he was slowly walking back, as if he had just come out to empty a chamber pot.

"This...this..."

Wei Xiaobao truly didn't know how to express his current feelings with those two utterances.

Qin Han turned around when he heard the noise and saw the familiar figure at the alley entrance. A smile finally appeared on his face.

"Xiao Bao?"