Zhou Ziru felt the coldness on his neck and sighed helplessly: "You should tell me now, who instigated it, right?"
"No comment." The words of the man behind him were colder than the blade on his neck. After speaking, he wiped the short knife in his hand hard...
The dagger didn't move at all.
It's not that there was no force, but no matter how hard the man behind him tried, the short knife didn't move at all, as if it was embedded in his neck. This person was also quite cautious. When he saw something was wrong, he quickly abandoned his sword and retreated, keeping a distance from Zhou Ziru.
The strange thing is that after he let go of the dagger, the knife was still lying across Zhou Ziru's neck, as if there was still someone holding the handle of the knife invisibly, holding Zhou Ziru hostage.
"What's going on?" This matter was beyond his expectation and he couldn't understand it. Looking at Zhou Ziru again, he had already closed his eyes and looked ready to be killed. It didn't look like he had done it himself.
From the direction of the capital, a carriage was slowly approaching: "Da Qi Wenxiang, are you the one who killed me on your word?"
At the critical moment, Zhao Yizhi arrived.
"Is it your fault? Can you control this knife?" The man couldn't believe it. He had always carried this knife with him, and others had no chance to do anything about it. Why didn't he obey his orders?
Zhao Yizhi leaned lazily on the carriage: "What the hell did I do? How can I control it with a distance of two or three feet?"
"I?"
He stared at Zhao Yizhi, stamped his foot on the ground, and a dagger popped out of his boots. He reached out to take it and threw it towards Zhao Yizhi. If he could kill the emperor, it would be far better than this Daqi Wenxiang.
The moment the dagger was released, it stopped strangely in mid-air, just like the dagger.
"It's destiny, you'd better give up." Zhao Yizhi said playfully, as if he had expected this.
The man ignored the dagger and disappeared in a flash, without a trace.
When Zhao Yizhi saw the other person disappearing, he quickly closed his eyes. His consciousness surged out from his heart and swept across all directions. He was relieved when he confirmed that the person was no longer nearby.
The daggers and daggers lost control and fell on the spot.
There was a "clang", Zhou Ziru heard the noise, but did not feel the pain on his body, and then slowly opened his eyes: "Your Majesty, why are you here!"
Zhao Yizhi looked briefly up and down: "If I don't come, you will die here! You go, help Mr. Wang into the car and take him back to the palace. Prime Minister Zhou, please go back to the palace too."
"What about you, Your Majesty?" Zhou Ziru had a thousand words in his mind, but he couldn't say a word at this time, so he had to ask blankly.
"Of course I'm going to Xia Mountain. How can I not solve such a big battle?"
Zhou Ziru lowered his head in shame: "I am incompetent..."
Zhao Yizhi jumped off the carriage, walked to Zhao Yizhi, smiled and patted Zhou Ziru on the shoulder: "If you, Prime Minister Zhou, are incompetent, how can there be anyone capable in Daqi? The other party has a plan for this matter. I can’t blame you.”
Zhou Ziru looked up at Zhao Yizhi and saw that he was indeed not angry at all. He couldn't help but marvel at the little emperor's good temper. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been furious.
At this moment, something unexpected happened, and Zhou Ziru saw a figure slowly appearing behind Zhao Yizhi. A skinny middle-aged man with a fierce glint in his eyes.
"Your Majesty, be careful!" Zhou Ziru pushed Zhao Yizhi away.
"Bang!"
Zhao Yizhi was pushed aside by Zhou Ziru, staggered and fell to the ground. But Zhou Ziru was kicked in the chest by the middle-aged man, and his whole body was kicked out. Zhao Yizhi just watched Zhou Ziru fly upside down and disappear into the night.
After the middle-aged man knew that Zhao Yizhi could control iron weapons, he did not use a weapon this time, but kicked him with a flying kick. After a successful attack, he did not pursue again, but disappeared into the night again.
"Buzz!"
The Qilong sword in the carriage buzzed automatically, and passed directly through the carriage, flying to the top of Zhao Yizhi and hovering. The sword edge swept across the surrounding fields, as if it was also looking for the perpetrator.
"Get out of here!" Zhao Yizhi's long hair moved without wind, and wisps of golden arrogance slowly emerged from his body, and his royal aura rose.
The Qilong Sword seemed to be angry too. It moved away from Zhao Yizhi and flew in all directions, cutting off the surrounding vegetation and boulders one by one. There was only one sword, but the speed was so fast that afterimages appeared, as if there were dozens of them.
It's a pity that apart from the chopped vegetation and large rocks, there are only the guards guarding the carriage, who are waiting in full formation. Seeing the situation of Qilong Sword and Zhao Yizhi's arrogance, they all made up their minds that even if the sword was held on their necks, they would never tell anyone about it.
Zhao Yizhi doesn't care what happens to these guards now. He just wants to find that person and cut him into pieces! The Qilong Sword flew for a long time without any movement. Zhao Yizhi had no choice but to withdraw the Qilong Sword in his mind and ran towards the direction where Zhou Ziru was kicked.
Zhou Ziru was lying on the ground, with a large piece of his chest sunk in: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, you... are fine... just fine..."
"Shh, don't talk. Go back to the palace immediately and ask the imperial doctor to treat you!" Zhao Yizhi put his arms around Zhou Ziru and was about to pick him up, but after trying hard for a long time, he found that he couldn't hold him at all!
"Come here! Are you all dead? Get here!" Zhao Yizhi was so angry that he yelled.
Zhou Ziru spat out blood from his mouth: "Your Majesty, your Majesty, listen to me. I'm afraid I won't have a chance... In fact, I received news early in the morning... the three kings in the north... they..."
A team of guards rushed over and lifted Zhou Ziru up with all their hands. Seeing the angry look on Zhao Yizhi's face, they moved their hands gently.
It turns out that once a good-tempered person becomes angry, he is so terrible!
"Shut up! Go and let me recover from my injuries. I don't have time to listen to this now!" Zhao Yizhi shouted, turned around and left, never to see him again. He had just used his spiritual consciousness to examine Zhou Ziru's heart and organs. In addition to several broken sternums, only some spleen and lungs were slightly damaged, which was not fatal.
The opponent's movements are strange and inexplicable, and it seems that the target is himself. Wherever he is, there will be danger. In this case, it is better to go to Xiashan to have a look. When we go there, the truth will be revealed!
Zhao Yizhi grabbed a war horse, and without waiting for the guards to react, he jerked the horse's reins and rode the horse towards Xia Mountain.
Zhou Ziru wanted to shout, but finally stopped, not because of the pain, but because of Zhao Yizhi's angry shout. At this moment, he truly felt the power of the emperor in Zhao Yizhi, not just the status of an emperor.
After Zhao Yizhi left, behind a severed tree in the distance, a figure loomed, it was the middle-aged man who had just made a sneak attack. He looked at Zhou Ziru who was being carried onto the chariot and horse, and then at Zhao Yizhi who was galloping toward Xia Mountain and disappearing into the darkness, and felt a little hesitant.
"Prime Minister Zhou, are you okay?" From a distance, Chu Hong led a group of Beggar Clan disciples and rushed over.
The middle-aged man quietly disappeared again, and before disappearing completely, he turned towards the direction of Xiashan Mountain.
…
Fang Qianlong and Meng Qianya raised their fists to fight again, and both of them hit each other in the chest. Meng Qianya tilted his body and took more than half a step back, but Fang Qianlong was knocked away by Meng Qianya's punch and fell back to the official road.
Meng Qianya rushed over, lifted Fang Qianlong off the ground with one kick, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and threw him over his shoulder. The stone slabs on the official road were shattered into pieces.
Both of them had bruises all over their bodies. Fang Qianlong was even more miserable. His face was also bruised and swollen, and he could no longer stand up.
Meng Qianya saw that Fang Qianlong had indeed reached his limit, and let go of him with both hands: "Okay! The Beggar Clan's boxing skills are pretty good. This is one of the few fights in the Central Plains where I had a hearty fight!"
Fang Qianlong lay on the ground, twitching the corners of his mouth with difficulty: "Only one of...ah. I...but...even risked my life..."
Meng Qianya sat down next to Fang Qianlong: "Don't underestimate the world. There are still many capable people in the world. I do underestimate the Central Plains."
"I believe it... now... I believe it..." Fang Qianlong said with a wry smile. In fact, he didn't know that there are so many heroes in the world, but he didn't know that he was so far behind these heroes. He risked his life to fight, but he only got Meng Qianya's love. A "not bad".
The two of them were fighting for their lives just now, but now they were like old friends, lying down and sitting together, chatting.
While the two were talking, a person rushed over from the direction of Xiashan. When the three of them met, they were all stunned.
The person who came was Shui Changdong, who was being chased by Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi. He was not unfamiliar with Fang Qianlong, but he had never seen the woman next to him.
Naturally, Meng Qianya didn't know him. He only glanced at him and didn't care. Fang Qianlong had some impressions of him and felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was. In addition, he just finished a fight with Meng Qianya, and he didn't have the intention to do so now. Thoughts, ignore them.
Shui Changdong saw the miserable state of Fang Qianlong lying on the ground, and looked around. The big tree was broken in the middle, the stone slabs were broken, and the two people were covered with bruises. Needless to say, these two people must have done it. Being able to beat the leader of the Beggar Clan to such a bruised and swollen face, the identity of this woman will be revealed...
Before Shui Changdong could think about it, Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi arrived behind him, with four swords coming straight at him.
Shui Changdong threw his folding fan backwards, leaped with his feet, and jumped two feet away from Meng Qianya. He knelt on one knee and said, "I'm here to see the master. I've already completed the task that the master has asked me to do!"
"Master?" Meng Qianya was a little confused. Why is this person so crazy? I have never seen him at all.
Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi jumped into the air and saw Shui Changdong kneeling on one knee to beg for his life. It was obvious that this woman was the mastermind behind the scenes.
"It's you who disrupted the martial arts conference and instigated various factions to fight against the imperial court?" Guan Chenzi asked bluntly.
"Martial Arts Conference? Not interested. What kind of martial arts conference is a collection of cats and dogs?" Meng Qianya naturally knew about the martial arts conference, but she didn't care. Those who came to the conference were just some nominal leaders of various factions. Will the master go to the real masters, such as Zhenyangshan and Taiyi? Impossible to go. Did you go and see their Wang Ba Quan yourself?
When Tong Weizi saw Fang Qianlong being beaten with a bruised nose and face, he also guessed Meng Qianya's identity, and whispered to Guan Chenzi: "This person is Meng Qianya, a woman from Northern Yi, so be careful!"
"Master, these two little Taoist priests are talking arrogantly, saying that Beiyi martial arts are just brute force and cannot reach the level of elegance in the Central Plains!" Shui Changdong said with embarrassment.
"Seriously?" Meng Qianya asked with raised eyebrows, full of threats.
Guan Chenzi was about to explain, but when he saw Meng Qianya's joking look, he immediately became angry. He held his head high and said, "We are no match for Zhenyang Mountain!"
Zhen Yangshan has never been afraid of anyone!
