"Left ten!"
As Ji Rushuang finished speaking, a figure flew over.
"Nine from the right!"
Another word, a cold light from the sword.
As the team of eleven people walked, under Ji Rushuang's perception of the vegetation, the hidden whistles in Nanshan were invisible, like marked targets, waiting for Chen Anzhi and the others to kill.
Drinking blood in Nanshan on an autumn night, but it is silent.
After all, the minions who are only in the realm of three powers are as fragile as grass and trees to these guys who have already set foot on the innate.
"who?"
"Your uncle!"
Finally someone was alert, but before Bi died, he only said "Your uncle" in exchange.
...
"Senior Brother An, the patrols are getting denser and denser."
Jia Pipi frowned a little as he clamped down on the alert man with one claw.
Patrolling is the term used by the military.
Unexpectedly, there are still people in Nanshan who know how to organize troops.
"Teams of two and two, spread out and kill at will, but watch each other and be careful not to become a dead soul."
Chen An's order came.
This is a technique commonly used by Dingbei grassland scouts when engaging in battle.
The two of them formed a team so that they could take care of each other. They seemed to be separated but could protect each other. In fact, they were in formation.
On this trip, they carried out special operations with eleven men, which was exactly in line with the Wei military system's strategy of five or ten men.
"Brother An, shall we three be beheaded?"
Watching the people disperse in twos and start killing each other, and then looking at the remaining three people including himself, Chen Qingzhi confirmed it.
Among them, Chen Anzhi and he are strong enough to dominate the Xiantian Realm, but Qi Buli is a bit unsatisfactory.
"Mr. Qing, my golden sword is very sharp."
...
"Senior patrol, how long has it been since you reported?"
In the Nanshan Juyi Hall, Zhuge Yu suddenly felt something was wrong and asked the man waiting outside the door.
"It seems like a moment!"
With sour eyes, the guy said nonchalantly.
After staying up late for ten days, even if he was a powerful warrior, he could hardly stand it any longer.
"Oops, we fell into Chen Anzhi's trick. He didn't even think about attacking the mountain in a big way!"
Zhuge Yu shouted loudly, breaking into a cold sweat.
"Third brother, my Nanshan Mountain is in danger, and there are dense sentinels behind the scenes.
All of them are good at fighting in the world. If there is any trouble, they will sound the whistle to warn you. Are you too nervous? It seems like the phoenix is croaking and the crane is chattering in the book. "
The three heroes of Nanshan gathered for a heart-to-heart talk, and Hu Yanzhuo was already a little drunk.
It was just a joke to Zhuge Yu.
"What if the other party can kill our secret sentry silently?"
Zhuge Yu still insisted.
"Buzz!"
After Zhuge Yu finished speaking, Zhao Yinghua burst out with all her strength, stood up, and stared coldly at the door of Juyi Hall.
The enemy is coming.
...
"boom!"
A mummy was thrown in, and then the figures of three people appeared in their eyes.
"No need to worry, I came in just to kill your secret sentry!"
Chen Anzhi took a step forward and spoke very softly, but his words were heartbreaking.
Hu Yanzhuo finally woke up at this moment.
My ancestor, Chen Chao, lost his official position because he drank and got into trouble. How come it happened to him again?
Is this the curse of the Huyan family?
"Surrender and become a merchant under me.
If you don't surrender, you will become a dead soul under my sword.
I'm very short of money right now, so I have no choice but to do surgery on you. "
After wiping the surface where King Duan's ninth sword hit, Chen Anzhi said in a serious tone.
His Xiao Jiu turned out to need blood nourishment.
It's really a magic sword.
...
"Qi Buli, do you and I really want to confront each other with swords?"
Ignoring Chen Anzhi, Zhao Yinghua asked Qi Buli, who was also the third son of Wangcheng.
You know, Wangcheng is safe, thanks to 70% of his contribution to Nanshan Zhao Yinghua.
The two of them worked together openly and covertly for ten years.
He really couldn't figure out the backstabbing today.
"Brother Zhao, on my left is Mr. Tian's grandson-in-law, and on my right is the disciple of Shan Zong.
No matter who I cling to, I will never be just a little Wangcheng County Captain.
I am an official and you are a bandit. I have to secure a good future for my son.
So, I can only ask you to get on your way! "
Qi Buli pressed his golden sword and spoke clearly about human nature without any trace of guilt.
"Capture that Zhuge Yu and behead the other two.
Wangcheng doesn’t need a knight-errant! "
Chen Anzhi was still wiping the knife, but his words were very heartbreaking.
On the autumn night of the 15th year of Chongzhen's reign in the Great Wei Dynasty, he stepped on the red maple leaves of Nanshan and wiped out the ten-year-old bandits in Wangcheng.
...
"Why, I didn't sweep the floor for a day and it made you beautiful?"
Tian An'an felt relieved when he looked at Laifu, who had an excited face and returned before dawn, and then teased Laifu.
“Since the establishment of Liumen, we have never had such a killing record.
Master, you have to help me beg my uncle for that Ji Rushuang! "
As the chief catcher of the Six Doors, Laifu has a keen eye.
His words instantly aroused Tian An's interest.
After all, he is the creator of the Six Doors.
"Come on, let's talk about it!"
After hearing what Lai Fu said, Tian Anrest hurriedly got a cup of tea and pulled Lai Fu to sit down. He knew Ji Rushuang's origins, but he didn't know Ji Rushuang's abilities.
This little bastard went to the Little Void Realm and not only took the knife, but also kidnapped a man who was greedy for his fortune.
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"Senior Brother An, although there are not as many as the Qin family, there are still as many as two million taels."
Kill the knight-errant at night and settle the score in the sky.
Jia Pipi said happily as he watched the merchants and imperial guards going up the mountain at dawn to move boxes after boxes of silver.
“After all, it’s all about drinking poison to quench thirst, so we have to find a way to make money.
Leave one million taels to Anping and take one million taels to Marshal Dingnan's mansion. "
After sighing, Chen An made a decision.
"Why!"
Jia Pipi was very dissatisfied.
They worked so hard to kill, did they have anything to do with the Dingnan Marshal's Mansion?
"Brother Jia, without Marshal Dingnan, the gangsters and knights in Wangcheng would not be in the Xiantian realm."
Qi Buli's words made Jia Pipi instantly quiet down.
...
"You know how to be a good person!"
Dingnan Huzhuo sighed when he heard that another one million taels were escorted on the road.
His desire to see Chen Anzhi became more and more intense.
At the request of Lord Tian, 380 of his pioneer battalion scouts were buried in Tiannan County.
"The three hundred and eighty scouts who were buried in Tiannan will each be a hundred taels this time, and the rest will belong to your vanguard camp.
But don't move! "
Du Qingfeng seemed to have noticed Zhuo Buran's thoughts and said coldly.
"Why?"
Zhuo Buran said strangely.
He was born in Tiansheng Mansion. If the commander-in-chief had not suppressed him with repeated orders, he would have led an army of 100,000 and swept through the officialdom of Nanlu Prefecture, let alone sit and watch Confucius be suppressed at the bottom of Tiance Tower.
“Don’t you understand the fishing plan?
This time's bait plan is more than just internal fighting within the Wei Dynasty. You have to suppress your anger! "
Du Qingfeng lamented.
Some people in the four armies of the southeast, northwest and northwest, the soul of Dingding in the Wei Dynasty, were confused by the rhetoric of outsiders.
Sad, shameful.
Confucius' suicide is really a joke.
Why hasn't the man in Tianjiazhuang left his six doors alone?
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