Tong Laoer shouted:
"Forget it, I will give you some more clues. The news comes from Lingnan Prince Xing's Mansion."
Wang Qi'an and Ji Wurui looked at each other, but Tong Laoer piqued their interest.
The lobby was silent for a while, and suddenly someone raised a piece of silver and shouted:
"If the information about you, Tong Laoer, is true, these ten taels of silver will be yours."
The crowd booed again.
This man is dressed in gorgeous silk and satin, decorated with gold and jade. It is obvious at a glance that he is a wealthy businessman.
"Boss You is still very generous. I guarantee that you will get value for money! Not only will it save you the cost of traveling south, but it may even save your life."
Tong Laoer smiled and stepped forward to take the silver coins and stuffed them into his arms.
"Now that the money has been collected, stop showing off and speak quickly!" At this time, everyone urged.
"There was a dramatic upheaval in the Southern Han Dynasty. King Wen Ding Liu Hongbi rebelled and attempted regicide to usurp the throne. As a result, the emperor was killed by his gladiators, but he himself was executed on the spot by King Wu Jing Liu Hongxi."
"Now Prince Xing's Mansion is vying for the position of the new emperor. It's noisy! Boss You is going south now. Isn't he on the edge of a knife?" Tong Laoer said with a flattering smile.
Wang Qi'an and the two were shocked. They didn't expect that what was supposed to come would come anyway. They didn't know how many innocent people would be implicated now.
The news about Tong Laoer was indeed explosive, and groups of people in the hall began to discuss it heatedly.
Without hearing any more news, Wang Qi'an and his party finished their refreshments and went out as planned.
Wang Qi'an and Ji Wurui walked along the river, while the civil and military brothers went to inquire about the merchant ships going to Wengshan Island.
"I didn't expect that Liu Hongbi would rashly launch a rebellion because he was still determined to die." Wang Qi'an said.
"The chaos in Prince Xing's Mansion may not be a bad thing for Zhang Yuxian." Ji Wurui said.
"I'm afraid it's not a bad thing for Nan Wu. Yang Rui is afraid that he won't miss the opportunity to encroach on Nan Han! I hope Mr. Sun can assess the situation and wait for the opportunity."
Wang Qi'an smiled bitterly.
Ji Wurui suddenly said "Hey" and then patted Wang Qi'an on the shoulder.
Wang Qi'an looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a man in gray attire on the bank of the river with two axes stuck on his back. His figure looked very familiar.
"Fan Zhan?" he asked in surprise.
Ji Wurui pulled him aside and nodded.
For Ji Wurui, his Black Iron Heavy Ax "Breaking Formation" is unique and very easy to recognize.
Fan Zhan was staring at a slowly approaching passenger ship.
"What is he doing here?" Wang Qi'an asked doubtfully.
"Liu Hongbi is rebellious. As his old general, I am afraid that he will not be able to escape the crime of being implicated. I guess he is going to flee to the north." Ji Wurui said.
"What a pity for a general!" Wang Qi'an said regretfully.
At this time, the passenger ship had docked, and Fan Zhan jumped onto the bow.
The boat slowly sailed away from the river bank and headed to the opposite side.
"No, we've surrendered on the ship! Brother Ji is waiting for me here!"
Before Ji Wurui could react, Wang Qi'an had already rushed to the riverside, jumped off a speedboat, and using his feet, he sped towards the passenger ship where Fan Zhan was.
At this time, the four people on the boat were already fighting together around Fan Zhan.
Wang Qi'an saw Chu Lianyao dressed in red women's clothing and Liang Feng, a tall man.
What he couldn't imagine was that Lou Xianzhi, who was barefoot and wearing a gray warrior uniform, was also one of the besiegers.
Aren't he and Fan Zhan close friends? Wang Qian was puzzled.
There is also a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe and wielding a sword.
Fan Zhan's double axes were opened and closed. Although the momentum was powerful, it consumed a lot of internal energy and became unsustainable over time.
These four might not be as good as each other individually, but together they are invincible.
Liang Feng's sky-high giant spirit palm was so powerful that he could either slap or grab it, making it difficult for Fan Zhan to swing his axes freely.
Lou Xianzhi's desperate nine-turn kick technique, in cooperation with Liang Feng, specializes in Fan Zhan's lower plate.
Chu Lianyao and the Taoist priest shuttled back and forth, often taking advantage of the gap to sneak in unexpectedly, forcing Fan Zhan to retreat one after another.
"Brother Fan, you and I have been friends for many years. Listen to my advice, hand over the weapons manual, and come with us back to Prince Xing's Mansion. As a brother, I can guarantee that your life will be safe."
Lou Xianzhi advised.
"Hmph, Mr. Fan is short-sighted and doesn't know how to recognize people. I don't dare to treat Mr. Lou as brothers anymore." Fan Zhan snorted angrily.
While the two were distracted by the conversation, Chu Lianyao suddenly made a strange move and cut Fan Zhan's waist and clothes with his sword, causing blood to gush out.
When Liang and Lou saw this, they tightened their palms and legs, and both used their unique skills to suppress Fan Zhan until he could not save himself.
Seeing that there was an opportunity to take advantage of, the Taoist priest quickly stabbed Fan Zhan in the chest with his sword, which was extremely vicious.
Seeing that this sword was inevitable, Fan Zhan smiled miserably and slashed Liang and Lou with two axes in a whirlwind.
Liang and Lou were frightened when they saw Fan Zhan completely disregarding life and death, looking like they were going to die together. They switched positions offensively and defensively, and quickly retreated to protect their lives.
When Chu Lianyao saw that the empty door was wide open, he was very happy and quickly picked his throat with a sharp sword.
"Ding ding" sounded several times, causing the swordsman and Chu Lianyao to fly out one after another.
Wang Qi'an descended from the sky and stood in front of Fan Zhan, pointing a spear and halberd at the four of them.
"Brother Fan, are you okay?" he asked loudly.
Although Fan Zhan avoided the critical point, the sword wound on his chest was still serious.
"So it's you!" Fan Zhan recognized who the person was from his body shape and weapons.
"Who are you? How dare you protect this imperial prisoner!" Wang Qi'an couldn't help but feel angry when his one-kill move was destroyed.
"This is the Kingdom of Dongyue. Which court are you talking about, Qingsongzi?"
Ji Wurui and three others also arrived at this time and boarded the boat.
He had recognized that this person was the chief disciple of Prince Xing's Yijian Dojo, and couldn't help but taunt him.
"Little thief Ji..." When Lou Xianzhi saw Ji Wurui, his eyes burst into flames. If he hadn't been afraid of Wang Qi'an, he would have pounced on him.
"Why did Mr. Lou help an outsider deal with his own brother today? How strange!"
Ji Wurui was as puzzled as Wang Qi'an.
Liang Feng and Chu Lianyao also recognized Wang Qian, and it was he who ruined their plan to deal with Cheng Ziyan that day.
They saw that Fan Zhan was injured and the civil and military brothers were young boys, so they didn't take him seriously.
The two of them winked and rushed towards Wang Qi'an together.
When Lou Xianzhi saw someone helping him deal with the person he was afraid of, he naturally would not let go of the opportunity. With anger in his fists, he attacked Ji Wurui.
Qing Songzi rolled his eyes, showing a cunning look, and flashed his body, shooting the sword light at Fan Zhan.
Unfortunately, before he could get close, he was stopped by someone.
Ji Wu swished his sword several times, forcing him to retreat several feet.
Ji Wen crossed over Ji Wurui and met Lou Xianzhi.
Ji Wurui approached Fan Zhan, took out the Xuanyuan Pill and asked him to take it, and applied medicine to stop the bleeding on his wound.
By the time he finished his work, the battle was over.
All four of Liang Feng were injured, and Chu Lianyao was the most seriously injured. His sword fell aside, and Wang Qi'an severed the tendons in his wrist. He was afraid that he would never be able to use the sword again.
Wang Qi'an was first annoyed that his swordsmanship was exactly the same as Wen Yueying's, and his attacks were treacherous; second, he just wanted to return Baiyunjian's favor.
"Brother Fan, how should we deal with these people?"
Seeing Fan Zhan finish adjusting his breath, Wang Qi'an asked.
"Qing Songzi stays, the others can go!"
