Early morning, Daliang Mountain.
The night rain has stopped.
The dull sound of horse hooves broke the morning silence of Daliang Mountain.
On the mountain trail, three armored knights rode on tall horses, galloping forward wildly. The horses' hooves were like thunder, causing mud to splash on the trail.
The horse is the Iteng horse, a specialty of the Liang Kingdom. This horse breed has strong explosive power but moderate endurance, and is most suitable for short-distance sprints and cavalry charges. But appearing on the mountain road of Daliang Mountain, it seems a bit nondescript.
People are even more well-equipped.
These three knights were actually equipped with swords and crossbows, and their fish-scale armor shone brightly in the morning light!
Even if the cavalry is not in the ninth level and has no martial arts cultivation, the equipment of these three cavalry alone, with a little training, is enough to join forces to fight against the seventh level Bone Tempering Realm warriors, and the outcome is unknown!
And if the cavalry reaches the top level, it will be a proper battlefield weapon, and it will be a dimensionality-reducing blow against the likes of the Sanxiang Gang!
When the three cavalry arrived at the nearby mountain temple, the leading knight raised his hand violently, and the three cavalry immediately stopped and issued an order to stop them.
The knight took off his headgear, revealing the strong and firm features under the headgear. His nose twitched, and he faintly smelled the smell of blood in the temple.
"Heh, I came just an hour late, and something seems to have happened."
The knight muttered like this and shook his head again.
Failure to arrive at the scheduled time was a helpless move. It rained in the mountains last night, so it was not a good opportunity to rush.
He turned over and dismounted, and the two riders behind him did the same. The three of them drew their swords and walked slowly towards the temple.
The leading knight came to the door, pushed the door but it didn't move. He listened hard and heard no sound, so he immediately raised his leg and kicked out.
The eighth-grade power kicked open the door on the spot, and the rich smell of blood spurted out from the temple.
The morning light flowed into the temple along the gate, and the tragic scene made the knight's pupils shrink.
The first thing that caught his eye was the body of Nan Zhongxu beside the door.
He had a broken leg and an arm, and the sword wounds on his body were insignificant. Blood flowed from his body into a river, but the sticky plasma had long since dried up.
Looking further ahead, there are four black-clothed corpses huddled together. They died simply, obviously killed quickly.
At the end, the knight's eyes fell on the only person in the temple who could breathe.
His facial features were covered in blood and his appearance could not be seen clearly. His clothes were torn and his body was covered with scars, including a knife wound, scratches on his fists and feet, and burns all over his body.
From the color of the chest and abdomen, the knight could tell that this person had suffered serious internal injuries. The right hand holding the sword was even more twisted, and the bones were broken into pieces.
But even so, the sword was still tightly wrapped around his hand.
This person is still alive.
Perhaps it was the morning light falling on his face that revived the man's energy. He raised his head and smiled at the knight, and a hoarse voice came out of his mouth.
"You guys are late..."
The knight's eyes were deep: "Ah, I was delayed a little by Ye Yu."
"So here is..."
"It's not a big deal."
Lu Ming, who was seriously injured, raised his left hand with all his strength.
First, he pointed at the four corpses that died together.
"Those are people from Tianzitang and Dizitang of the Sanxiang Gang."
The knight's eyes darkened slightly, and he saw Lu Ming pointing to the door again.
"Those are people from the Pegasus Gang."
Finally, the knight turned his head again and looked at Lu Ming.
Then he saw Lu Ming pointing back at him: "And I am Lu Ming, the son of Lu Yao of the Three-phase Gang."
The knight's pupils shrank.
Lu Ming grinned.
"I killed them all."
"So now, you Black City Walled City can only talk to me."
After finishing speaking, Lu Ming's smile did not change, but he slowly closed his eyes.
The knight was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly spoke.
"save him."
"Give him the best medicine for his wounds."
…
When Lu Ming woke up again, it was already dusk.
The dim sunlight fell from the window, and Lu Ming opened his eyes and looked around.
At this moment, he was lying on a low bed. The room was simple, with only a bed, a table and a chair, but it was clean and tidy, and the sheets and pillows smelled like sunshine.
The breeze blowing outside the window brought with it the sound of people.
This place is in the Daliang Mountains, in the Black City Walled City.
Lu Ming felt pain all over his body at the slightest movement, and the smell of medicine poured into the tip of his nose. It was bitter, but also mixed with the fragrance of vegetation.
"Good medicine."
Lu Ming spoke softly, and then asked again: "Did you hurt the foundation?"
After the voice fell, a cold male voice sounded from the chair.
"The foundation of martial arts has not been damaged, but your internal injuries require cultivation."
"In half a year, you probably won't be able to practice martial arts, let alone fight with others."
Turning his gaze, he could see a strong man sitting on the chair at this moment.
The man was less than thirty years old, with a strong build and strong features. He was the leader of the three cavalrymen this morning.
Seeing Lu Ming glance at him, the man nodded and said, "My name is Ying Fang."
"Oh, my name is Lu Ming."
"I knew your name was Lu Ming, but I didn't know that you, the recognized second generation ancestor of Xuanshui City, had good martial arts skills and could even fight to the death of Nan Zhongxu."
"It's just luck."
Lu Ming was not being low-key and modest. Nan Zhongxu was very powerful and could rank high even among eighth-grade warriors.
In tonight's battle with Nan Zhongxu, Lu Ming's hard power was completely insufficient, and he could only keep Nan Zhongxu in the death fighting beast cage with his sheer bravery - this battle cannot be replicated.
But victory is victory, and defeat is defeat!
The winner lives, the loser dies!
"But it's not important anymore." Lu Ming suddenly spoke, and then asked Ying Fang: "Where is your village leader?"
Ying Fang stood up and said: "Tomorrow morning, the leader of the village will see you. You need to recover from your injuries today."
After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave. When he came to the door, he suddenly said again: "By the way, why didn't Song Laosan come this time?"
Hearing Song Laosan's name, the corner of Lu Ming's mouth suddenly curled up.
"He is dead. He died in a fight with the Pegasus Gang."
"Oh." Ying Fang frowned, thought for a while, and then said again: "No wonder so many people showed up in the mountain temple last night, even people from the Pegasus Gang came. It turns out that the third child died..."
"But if we lose our friendship with the third child, our business will be ruined."
Lu Ming did not look at Ying Fang, but just closed his eyes to rest, and said softly: "Yes, some nonsense. But I am here this time, and I think I should be able to come up with a plan that satisfies both of us."
Ying Fang said calmly.
"That's not possible."
"Your father is dead, and so is your third son."
"The buyers and human connections in our business are all severed."
"Lu Ming, you have to know that this business does not require your Sanxiang Gang. There are many people in Xuanshui City who are greedy."
Lu Ming remained silent.
A strange color flashed in Ying Fang's eyes.
As he went out, he said in a soft voice: "So you'd better think carefully about what conditions you can offer to convince the village leader."
"Don't waste the opportunity you have to risk your life this time."
…
Ying Fang left, leaving Lu Ming alone in the room recovering from his injuries.
After a long time, Lu Ming slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze was as deep as an abyss, as if he was thinking of the conversation he had with Yue Ya in the black market Yusha Tower yesterday.
"Sanxiang Gang Tianzitang, Song Laosan."
"What business is he responsible for in the Sanxiang Gang? Why does Jade Rakshasa value him so much?"
"I want to know everything there is to know about this person."
