"ah!"
Hou Er grabbed the sword blade piercing his chest with both hands, his eyes bulged, his body curled up, and there was blood between his fingers.
"What you say doesn't count..."
Disdain flashed in the eyes of the man in short clothes, and he withdrew the sword blade and turned his gaze to Hou San, who was shivering at the side.
As for Hou Da, he was stabbed to death by the man in short clothes with a sword as early as the moment they handed over the black iron and fine gold.
Hou San suppressed the fear in his heart and reluctantly fired a few wooden arrows, which he shot crookedly.
The man swung his long sword and knocked the wooden arrow to the ground. He walked toward Hou San step by step with a sinister smile on his face.
Suddenly, his steps stopped, his face changed drastically, and he turned his head to look outside the courtyard.
"Stop—" the young man shouted angrily from afar.
The man in short clothes flipped his palm, turned the sword horizontally, and slapped Hou San on the forehead. He immediately took a step forward, picked up the fainted Qi Practitioner, and placed the sword across his neck.
"Don't come here or I'll kill him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man had already landed lightly in the hospital, followed immediately by a young girl.
The man in short clothes looked at the boys and girls who came in, feeling surprised and uncertain:
"I have four foundation builders from the Xian clan, including masters like the fourth elder, but they were lost in the hands of these two people?"
For a moment, his eyes wandered around, always feeling like there was an ambush outside.
Yang Zhen looked at the corpses scattered in the courtyard and became furious!
They are just a group of mortals, working hard underground to maintain a pitiful livelihood. I have no money left, and I pose no threat to you at all. Just like that, you don’t let it go!
This person deserves to die!
"Exit the yard! Otherwise he will die!" The man in short clothes shouted loudly, with veins on his face clearly visible, looking hideous and terrifying.
With a slash of the sword in his hand, a stream of blood spurted out from Hou San's neck.
Zhao Yue'er looked at the young man. At this time, she had barely restrained her psychological discomfort, but when she saw the corpses in the courtyard, she couldn't help but feel her stomach churn again.
Yang Zhen stared at the opponent coldly, suddenly grinned, the wooden stick turned into a spear, and stabbed several times, making a trick.
Short Yi watched intently, thinking that the opponent might turn reality into reality at any time, and was secretly on guard. Suddenly, his heart shuddered, and before he could take any action, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket fell from the sky, splitting his whole body open!
After thirty breaths of rest, Yiyi's lightning strikes made another great achievement!
…
"Brother said that as long as we hand over our things, they will let us go."
In the hospital, Hou San, who regained consciousness, recounted what had just happened with tears and runny noses.
"So, you just surrendered your weapons obediently and didn't even resist?"
Yang Zhen shook her head. The so-called sorrow for their misfortune and anger for their inability to fight is their own fault. Otherwise, with the combined strength of the three of them, the opponent would only be in the early stage of foundation building. Even if they were defeated, they would at least be able to hold on until they came to help.
He put his hand on the abdomen of a miner, and thick green smoke came out from the palm of his hand, covering the sword wound instantly, and it quickly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Fortunately, the thirty-three miners did not gather together. The man in short clothes slashed randomly with a sword for a while, and then went to look for the monks from the Hou family in the house, so many of them still survived.
Thirteen died, eleven were wounded, and nine were safe.
As long as the injured ones had not died at the time, their lives had been saved under the treatment of Yang Zhen and Yiyi, and they could even be cured in another half-quarter of an hour.
All of a sudden, various sounds of thanksgiving and kneeling came one after another, mixed with groans and wailings, and it was a mess like a hodgepodge.
Zhao Yue'er held a guy bound by the immortal rope in each hand and threw it to the ground with a "bang!"
That was the first person who was struck down by lightning, and the third person who was hit by Yang Zhen's purple gold rod. Both of them just fainted and their lives were not serious.
The other three people were killed on the spot.
As the last miner was cured, Yang Zhen washed her hands, stood up, and looked at the night sky in the distance with slightly narrowed eyes.
A flying boat is approaching from far away, speeding towards this side.
…
Two men, one tall and one short, stepped out of the flying boat and stood in mid-air.
The tall man at the back has a long beard and a stern expression, exuding an aura of calm but intimidation.
The person leading the way was a short, fat man with a round face that always seemed to have a smile on it. I saw him scanning the entire courtyard, and finally fixed his gaze on Zhao Yue'er.
"Who are you? Did you just report the news?" he asked condescendingly.
Zhao Yue'er and Yang Zhen looked at each other. Yang Zhen had some impressions of the tall man. She had seen him on the day of the Qingzhou expedition, and vaguely remembered that he should be the palace lord of a certain state.
"I have met these two seniors," he said, cupping his hands: "Disciple Yang Zhen, this is my senior sister Zhao Yue'er. We were recruited by Elder Simeng to come to Qingzhou to assist in arresting the Sangzhou thieves who committed crimes..."
Then, he gave an overview of what happened tonight, and most of the battle process was briefly mentioned.
"The opponent had five foundation builders, and you two killed three of them and captured two alive?" The fat man asked in surprise, his small eyes constantly looking at the two of them, always feeling that this was a bit ridiculous.
"It's just a fluke," Yang Zhen said humbly, and pointed at Zhao Yue'er: "Before senior sister went out, an elder gave her a few talismans, which was just the right time to make meritorious deeds."
"Who is your master?" It was the tall palace master who asked.
Zhao Yue'er replied respectfully: "Master Shuihong Zhenren."
"Oh!" The tall man nodded and said nothing.
The fat man also stopped talking, but his eyes were still moving around, thinking about something.
Suddenly, his expression suddenly changed, and he shouted loudly: "What a good guy, you're actually pretending to be dead!"
He struck out quickly with both palms, using an astonishing momentum, and hit the ground.
Yang and Zhao were startled and hurriedly avoided. They heard a "boom" and a large crater was made on the ground. A corpse in the middle instantly broke into several pieces.
Yang Zhen took a closer look and found that it was the body of Aunt Xian Xing. She was suddenly a little confused:
"This Xian Xinggu's spiritual root was smashed by me, and she cannot die anymore. How can she still make a sneak attack?"
Just as he was surprised, he saw the short fat man waving his hand: "Boy, come with me."
Through a few brief conversations, he had already figured out that although the girl was much higher in cultivation, it was this young man who made the final decision between the two.
Yang Zhen followed him to a room confused.
The short fat man casually slapped a soundproof barrier on his face and looked at the young man with a kind expression.
"It's extremely rare for the two of you to be able to show off your strength without fear of strong enemies when you are just starting out. It's extremely rare to see two against five." He gave a thumbs up and said with a smile.
Yang Zhen said a few words of humility, feeling even more surprised.
"However, you are too careless. If the fourth elder of the Xian family named Xian Xinggu hadn't arrived in time, you two would have suffered a big loss."
He patted the boy on the shoulder. Yang Zhen subconsciously wanted to dodge, but under the pressure of Zifu, she couldn't break free for a while, and her expression changed!
The short fat man didn't seem to notice the uneasiness on his face, and continued: "You two are young and promising. I, Chongyun Palace, will definitely report your contribution tonight. In the future, when you come to Chongzhou, I, Chongyun Palace, will be enthusiastic. Treat you two, haha!"
He took out a bottle of elixir and stuffed it into the young man's hand: "This is a top-grade Yuan Ning Dan. Give it to your senior sister. She will definitely like it."
After saying that, he winked and said, "Brother, I'll create opportunities for you, that's interesting!"
Yang Zhen couldn't resist, and felt that the Ning Yuan Dan was not a valuable thing, so she thanked her and put it in her sleeve.
Seeing that the things were put away, the smile on Chubby's face became even wider, and he finally came to the topic:
"Master Nephew, don't forget the life-saving grace given by the Palace Master. As uncles, we don't want anything in return from you, but if anyone asks about what happened, Junior Nephew can tell you the truth -"
"Don't take all the credit for yourself!" At this point, his smile faded and he stared sharply at the young man in front of him.
Seeing that Yang Zhen remained silent, his face gradually turned gloomy: "Why, didn't I make it clear enough?"
Why doesn't Yang Zhen understand? He just couldn't believe that the majestic Master Zifu, the master of Yizhou Palace, would actually compete with two juniors for credit!
So shameless!
How ridiculous!
He didn't know that it was true that these two people were shameless, but it was so ridiculous that it couldn't really be said.
After Dou Xichang took office, after a month of dormancy, he gradually showed his fangs and began to rectify various states and counties.
Otherwise, why would the Lord of the First Palace go to Qingzhou and participate in the ambush operation? He was not forced.
After only staying for half a month, not even a single person from Sangzhou showed up. Now he finally got the opportunity. He worked so hard to come here, but he didn't expect that two juniors would finish the work!
How can this work!
If I don't make some contributions, I'm afraid the position under my butt will be unstable!
Therefore, the two of them did not care about the ugly appearance, and this was the scene just now.
Yang Zhen hasn't figured out the background of the matter at this time, but it does not prevent him from making his own choice.
He took out the bottle of elixir from his sleeve:
"This disciple is stupid. I can't understand my uncle's words."
With that said, he offered the elixir with both hands.
The short, fat monk stared at him fiercely for a long time, then flicked his sleeves and pushed the door open.
Soon, a flying boat carrying two Zifu flew away along the way they came.
