"Hey, there's something good to watch!"
Zhao Tiehe felt refreshed when he saw that the black-armored warrior actually walked up to the two young warriors at the edge of the clearing and forcefully bought the horse.
Although most of the young warriors gathered in the forest met for the first time, Zhao Tiehe was no stranger to these two young men.
Three days ago, he met these two people on the official road in the north.
At first, Zhao Tiehe approached him intentionally or unintentionally, trying to say hello and go together.
But the tempers of these two people were very strange. Not only were they cold as ice, but they also always seemed to be repelling others, and they also had a very strong evil aura.
Two people and four horses, two riding people, two carrying swords.
The sword is mounted in an iron box and is about five feet long. It has a wide blade without an edge and is completely black. The power of the sword is like a mountain falling.
The day before, a young master from a noble family in the north had taken a liking to the two men's horses and wanted to buy them.
After being rejected, the young master from the aristocratic family became angry and ordered two retainers in the Juqing Realm to snatch it away. However, one of them drew his sword and beat him to pieces.
The young master of the aristocratic family was so frightened that he turned around and ran away. He didn't know if he still had the courage to come to Shengjing for reference.
Zhao Tiehe estimated in his mind that if he could kill two giant warriors with one sword, his strength would be at least in the early stage of Xiantian.
Xiantian realm warriors who are only in their early twenties are rare even among wealthy families and the top ten sects.
The forces behind these two young men are probably no weaker than those of Linyuan merchants.
"Not for sale!"
"roll!"
Under the dead tree, two young warriors sat on the ground with their legs crossed, without any of the posture or alertness that warriors should have.
When he was in his early twenties, his eyes were very bright and clear, like lake water in the sky, but the skin on his face was very rough, like sandpaper.
When the black-armored warrior arrived, the two of them were using tree branches to pull out a few potatoes with roasted and blackened skins from the small fire in front of them.
While blowing loudly, he peeled the skin carefully.
He didn't take the black-armored warrior with a strong attitude into consideration at all.
It was as if a master in the middle stage of the Xiantian realm was not as important as the half potato in his hand.
"Junior, do you know who you are talking to right now?"
The black-armored warrior's brows were twitching and frowning together. If this place hadn't been close to Shengjing, and with the merchant's power and background in Linyuan Province, they would have been killed with one palm.
Why is it so troublesome to use!
"I said, get out!"
One of the young warriors frowned slightly and waved his right hand impatiently.
"Damn thing, what a big rack!"
The black-armored warrior's eyes flashed coldly. He had been famous in Linyuan Province for twenty years. Apart from the family head and the young master, who would dare to be so disrespectful to him and the merchants behind him?
Almost subconsciously, the black-armored warrior waved his arm and hit the young warrior's arm directly.
There was a muffled sound, and the young warrior's arm was hit and he staggered. Half of the potatoes in his hand flew out and fell in front of Jiang Li.
"Xiantian realm!"
The black-armored martial artist's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly took half a step back. In the force transmitted from the young martial artist's arm, he felt the solidity and strength that can only be possessed by the innate realm.
Even slightly stronger than him!
And the next moment, the soul power floated, and the black shadow flickered under the moonlight, like a ghost whimpering.
All the warriors in the forest felt their eyes flash, and half of the black-armored warrior's arms flew high.
Hot blood splashed and fell to the ground.
"Oh, my hand!"
The black warrior fell back holding his broken arm, breaking out in cold sweat, and his eyes were full of fear.
The sword was so fast that he couldn't see anything clearly!
Hooray!
Almost instantly, all the merchant's retainers and martial arts servants stood up at the same time, pulled out the iron blades beside them, and the cold light was like a shadow, and murderous intent broke out.
"What happened? Why did you do it all of a sudden!"
The civilian warriors gathered nearby were also surprised. They looked around curiously with shocked eyes.
"These potatoes are the only rations left at home. In order for us to arrive in Shengjing smoothly, my mother-in-law brought us all the edible things!"
Just like no one could see clearly how the black sword about five feet long was unsheathed from the iron box on the horse's back, when the young warrior who lost half a potato got up, the black sword that he slashed with in an instant had already disappeared, and returned again. box.
He walked slowly to Jiang Li, picked up half a potato from the soil, carefully stroked the dust away, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.
An extremely satisfied look appeared on his face.
Jiang Li also opened his eyes at this time.
The warrior in front of him was short in stature, only about 1.67 meters tall, but he had broad shoulders, thick and powerful arms, and his palms were covered with thick calluses, the marks left by years of reining in horses and holding swords.
At this time, he was half squatting on the ground. Although his body was low, the angle of his bend was a bit weird.
With one leg behind your back, you can use force to explode at any time.
Jiang Li was no stranger to this posture, as it was often used by the Yanxi tribe when crouching.
"Could it be..."
Jiang Li looked at the four horses not far away.
Different from the tall and vigorous horses of the Great Zhou Dynasty, although these four horses have extraordinary bones, strong muscles, and wide hoofs, they are much shorter than the horses of the surrounding warriors.
Jiang Li has been learning equestrian skills from Hu Yangu these days, and his vision has gradually deepened. With just one glance, he could already tell the origins of these four horses.
The wind-riding horse in the northern wilderness.
And they are all top-notch products!
"You know that we are Linyuan merchants, but you dare to take action. Could it be that we are warriors from a northern family?"
Surrounded by a group of retainers and martial arts training servants, a handsome young man in brocade strode out and looked at the two of them meaningfully.
It seemed as if the black-armored warrior who had just had his arm cut off had nothing to do with him.
On his fair face, his lips were thin and cool, his nose was high, and there was a red mole between his eyebrows, giving him a somewhat coquettish and feminine temperament.
"What kind of merchant dog family ruins the potatoes given by my mother-in-law? Marquis Zhenwu can also kill them!"
The young warrior only sneered, walked back to the tree as if no one else was around, squatted by the fire again, picked up a branch, and pushed aside the bonfire.
His expression was focused and serious, as if what was hidden in the fire was not potatoes, but a pound of red gold.
"Asshole, what did you say?"
Young Master Jinyi's expression did not change, but all the retainers and martial arts training servants around him became furious. They secretly exerted force with their hands holding the handles of their swords. As soon as the Young Master gave the order, they swarmed up and chopped the two people into pieces with their swords.
"Boom boom boom"
Suddenly, the earth began to shake, and the thunderous sound of iron hooves, like thunder on dry land, resounded several miles away, and came extremely fast, like dark clouds in the sky, riding on the wind.
"It's heavy cavalry!"
"What an astonishing speed. I remember that there are continuous mountains, crisscrossing streams, and steep terrain nearby. What kind of heavy horse can be fast? It can almost catch up with the charge on the plains!"
All the warriors who were resting here in the forest clearing stood up and looked towards the sound of iron hoofs.
Being able to gallop in armor within a radius of three hundred miles of Shengjing City is definitely an extraordinary status.
"Boom boom boom"
The sound of iron hooves was getting louder and closer, and before the figure appeared in sight, there was an invisible pressure pressing down and shrouding it.
Like the prelude to a storm, a chilling atmosphere filled the area for more than ten miles, and everyone felt that their breathing was beginning to become unsmooth.
call
Thunder roared and iron hooves clanked. As they approached the clearing in the forest, the hooves that originally roared like a sea of thunder suddenly disappeared for a moment.
The next moment, the wind suddenly rose and swept violently, causing the dead leaves to fly.
A tall horse covered in heavy silver armor suddenly jumped out of the forest, like a tiger emerging from the mountain.
On the horseback, a figure like a Kuai is sitting firmly in the saddle, with thick silver armor covering his whole body, with sharp claws on his shoulders. In the tiger-shaped hood, a pair of black eyes are indifferent and cold, with hidden murderous intent.
The sharp halberd has its blade tilted towards the ground, reflecting the cold light.
"Boom"
The heavy horse landed, and the fierce momentum suddenly stopped, which further showed the rider's superb equestrian skills and the horse's strong body.
After riding again, another mountain-like figure crashed out of the forest, carrying strong pressure and falling heavily to the ground.
Although there are only more than thirty cavalry, the momentum gathered is not weaker than that of an army of thousands of cavalry.
"Angry Tiger Guards? Jiang Shirong even sent them out!"
Jiang Li sat cross-legged under the tree, leaning back, his upper body hidden under the mottled shadow of the tree trunk, calmly sizing up the Marquis's heavy horse, preparing to retreat.
The great Zhou Dynasty was a martial state, with uncertainties in all directions and frequent wars. Zhou emperors in the past dynasties did not prohibit princes, princes, and ministers from raising soldiers and cultivating masters.
Jiang Shirong is in charge of the Ministry of War. He has a high and powerful position. He has been an official for more than 20 years and has naturally accumulated a profound foundation.
In addition to the masters of Keqing in Yinwu Pavilion, there are also three elite tribes in the Hou Mansion that have spent a lot of effort to cultivate.
The heavy cavalry appearing in the forest at this moment is one of them, the Raging Tiger Guard. There are a total of 350 cavalry in the guard, all of whom are warriors above the Juqing realm.
Strong and experienced in many battles.
"We are the personal guards of the Zhenwu Marquis Mansion. Take out your road guides and line them up one by one!"
The leader of the angry tiger cavalry rode forward and passed by the black-armored warrior who had broken his arm.
The iron hoofs stepped on the ground, the sound was clear and crisp, but there was a strange power. Every step they took seemed to be stepping on the hearts of the warriors.
The pain in the black-armored warrior's broken arm was unbearable, beads of sweat were dripping, but he didn't even dare to take a breath.
"They are actually the soldiers of Marquis Zhenwu!"
"Marquis Wu controls the world's military affairs and suppresses military fortunes for a lifetime. The guards around him are so powerful and impressive, but why do they appear outside Shengjing City?"
When everyone present heard this, they were also surprised in their hearts.
Jiang Shirong, the Marquis of Zhenwu, was the most powerful martial artist in the world, and his fame shocked all the nine provinces. He was the pinnacle of martial arts admired by young warriors all over the world.
"Sir, we are members of the Wumeng Sect, and this is the guide for the seven of us!"
Beside the bonfire in the north, seven sect disciples were the first to walk out and show the way.
Other civilian warriors did not dare to neglect, and consciously lined up, waiting for the Nuhu Guards to inspect.
"My lords, you all went out to inspect the city late at night. Is there anything big happening in Shengjing City?"
Young Master Jinyi took the initiative to step forward and bowed his hands in salute: "I am a businessman, Weiran. Lin is from Yuan merchants. If your lords are called upon to do anything, Weiran will never give up. Linyuan merchants are loyal to the court and admire the majesty of Marquis Wu!"
"Let all the female relatives in the car come out. Is it possible for you to inquire about the affairs of Zhenwu Hou Mansion?"
The leader of the heavy cavalry shouted coldly, not appreciating it.
The power of Marquis Zhenwu was so great that many aristocratic families tried their best to cling to Jiang Shirong's giant tree.
How can anyone be a vassal of the noble Marquis Wu?
"Nuanbi, Hongye, Qingmeng, get off the car!"
Shang Weiran was in trouble and was reprimanded in public. The corners of his mouth twitched secretly, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.
He looked back and shouted softly, and three charming maids immediately stepped out of the carriage. They bowed and saluted the leader of the heavy cavalry lively.
"Going to Beijing to take the exam, and bringing your beautiful wife with you? How will you lead the army in the future and serve the Holy Emperor?"
The leader of the heavy cavalry glanced at the three women and shouted coldly, but his suspicion of Shang Weiran was greatly reduced.
He pointed his riding whip at the young warriors who were queuing up for interrogation and said, "Have you seen anyone acting suspiciously join us within half an hour?"
"Half an hour?"
Shang Weiran's heart moved, and he looked at Jiang Li sharply at first, but his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he thought of. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed in another direction, saying: "Master Qi, almost all the warriors gathered here are Among the martial arts students who went to Beijing to take the exam, those two were the only ones who were very weird. Not only did they ride Beimang Fufeng horses, but they also made rude remarks and even wanted to kill the Marquis!"
"What are you saying, someone wants to kill the Marquis?"
Hearing this, the leader of the heavy cavalry was shocked, angry, and extremely ridiculous. He looked in the direction pointed by Shang Weiran and saw two pairs of unruly eyes looking from a distance.
"Wrathful Tiger Guards, capture those two people!"
You can't always believe what you say, but your eyes can't deceive you.
No matter how arrogant an ordinary warrior may be, they would never have such a provocative look in their eyes when facing the guards of Marquis Zhenwu.
The heavy cavalry leader waved his arm, and eight angry tiger heavy cavalry rushed out, surrounding the two young warriors who stood with their arms crossed.
"Show me your identities!"
One of the Angry Tiger Riders rode forward, pointed his silver halberd at the two young warriors, and shouted orders.
But just as he was speaking, one of the young warriors suddenly rose up without warning.
He dodged sideways, grabbed the halberd pole, exerted force, and directly pulled the angry tiger cavalry who was holding the halberd off his horse.
The halberd is the glory in the hands of the knight. The angry tiger cavalry clings to the halberd pole tightly, and is directly lifted high by the young warrior, like a silver flag, flying over the forest.
(End of chapter)
