"Pearl girl, you don't seem to be willing to take only a hundred of us?" Seeing that the girl was tying the steaming bag to the mountain rock, Zhang Ji Lele said.

Ye Qinzhu clapped his hands, then glanced at Zhang Jiji in surprise, and nodded without evasion.

"Yes. She smiled and said, "What, upset?"

Faced with a rhetorical question full of smiles, Zhang Qiaoji hurriedly waved his hand, touched his neck a little embarrassedly, and instead recommended a candidate to Ye Qinzhu.

"I don't know if Pearl Girl chooses people, does she pay more attention to quantity or quality?"

"If there is any eight-star master who is willing to obey me, I will immediately leave a hundred people to laugh with him. Ye Qinzhu quipped, and there was a little red light hanging on the bracelet in his hand.

This was the spiritual power that Duan Jinlan had applied to her bracelet, and the red light flashed, representing that the enemy army was approaching.

"I don't know if it's eight stars, I know it's just that there is an antique shop in Zhancheng, and the owner there is a great talent. Zhang Qiaoji said.

"Zhancheng?" Ye Qinzhu repeated, and then said, "When Zhancheng was captured, no one came out to meet the enemy, and you suddenly told me that there were strange people there, I couldn't believe it." ”

Sent troops to attack the two cities of Huazhou City, one was Wuzhou City, and the other was Zhanzhou City.

Zhang Qiaoji seemed to be choked by Ye Qinzhu, coughed twice, and muttered: "I don't know why, the shopkeeper is my old acquaintance, and I know his ability." If Pearl Girl is interested, you can go and meet him for a while. ”

Ye Qinzhu squinted his eyes, seeing that Zhang Qiaoji's face was sincere, and he couldn't see any traces of deception.

She kept an eye on it, and still replied: "I know, if the situation here is stable, I would be happy to go to Zhancheng." ”

It has been more than half a month for the people in the city to arrive here, but Ye Qinzhu, as a seven-star spirit master, has traveled back and forth between the two places quickly, and a few days is enough.

Before he could estimate the capabilities of the enemy army, Ye Qinzhu did not dare to make a decision on his own.

The red light in his hand flickered faintly, and Ye Qinzhu's eyes condensed, staring at the distance.

A line of heavy ink appeared in the place of the sky, and soldiers who traveled day and night were riding war horses towards here.

Ye Qinzhu waved his hand, and a hundred people quickly disappeared.

This messy pile of rocks has become a natural barrier to cover them at this time.

Ye Qinzhu was holding spiritual power in his hand, and in the inconspicuous stone crevices, several cowhide bags were swaying.

It was a team of several hundred people, and it looked like a squad of strikers.

When you reach the blocked straight, the first person stops.

He frowned and rode his horse to the rubble, and after observing the beard, he prepared to command his soldiers to clear the road.

Ye Qinzhu's fingers loosened, and the cowhide bag that he had pierced into was opened, and the fragrant black beans rolled down from the bag.

The horses looked hungry for a long time, and the beans happened to fall in the middle of the herd. For a while, he couldn't help but lower his head, and with a curl of his tongue, he stuffed the beans into his mouth.

As soon as the valve opened, it could no longer be controlled, and Gunma, who had been sweetened, began to search privately. And those soldiers who dismounted halfway down, or who were lucky enough not to dismount, were dragged along with their horses.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the field, as soon as Ye Qinzhu's arm was raised, a hundred crossbow arrows poked out of the stone, and six arrows were fired downward in a group.

They did not shoot men, but only horses, and the horses were frightened, and one of them led ten, and the first half of the army was stirred into a pot of porridge.

As soon as the crossbow machine was empty, the hundred people led by Zhang Qiaoji immediately retreated, leaving Ye Qinzhu alone.

When there was a lot of commotion below, someone noticed the rocks above. Before all the hundred people retreated, one person had already flown up, relying on his identity as a high-level spirit master to face Ye Qinzhu.

Ye Qinzhu smiled lightly, and pulled out the horizontal flute to play.

And when the man saw Ye Qinzhu rushing forward, he also took out a flute-like weapon.

Ye Qinzhu's heart suddenly sounded an alarm.

"The guards of Zhancheng, called Su Qi, make good use of poison. Yang Qingjue said.

Xiao Que put the last wrapped sachet into the basket, pricking up his ears and desperately listening to the conversation of several people in the room.

"It seems that the participants don't care. Xiao Qi stood in the tent, holding the letter he had received from Xiao Que in his hand.

"The poison of Anguo is the easiest to crack. Yang Qingjue's slender five fingers were hooked, as if thinking, "Their poison looks strong, but in fact it's just a repeat of the recipe stacked, but Er'er." ”

"The only poison that can be called exquisite is 'Beauty Crying'. The corners of his lips curled slightly, and he played with a small black porcelain vase in his hand.

Beauty weeps blood, picturesque scene. He got this poison from Ye Qinzhu, and he originally had the idea of preparing an antidote, but now every time he opened it, he had to hesitate for a while.

"Counselor, in addition to explaining the affairs of Beijing, Zhong Ying's letter also mentioned one thing. Xiao Qi was frowning and suddenly smiled.

Yang Qingjue turned his eyes and saw him shake the letter lightly and spit out a name.

"The fourth prince, Yang Qingyun, has recently entangled him. ”

Ye Qinzhu flew up and kicked on the wrist of the comer.

She used a lot of force in this kick, and the man was in pain and couldn't help but let go.

As soon as this hand was released, the flute-like thing was taken out of his hand, and Ye Qinzhu tied his spiritual power to the ground and snatched it away.

When she was still in Moqin Academy, she had seen Yang Qingjue use poison to quickly resolve the battle between the Seven Star Spirit Masters. Now, as soon as this blowpipe-like thing appeared, she had a sense of foreboding.

Even her spiritual power, she only dared to manipulate people around the blowpipe, and never dared to really touch it.

Without the blowpipe, the man's plans were disrupted.

He wanted to draw his weapon to fight, but suddenly he saw the girl bring the mouthpiece of the blowpipe to his lips, looking like she wanted to blow.

His heart jumped, and he subconsciously covered his mouth and nose and retreated.

But before the poisonous smoke came out, the bamboo stick had arrived, Ye Qinzhu's previous move was a false move, and at this time, he reached out and hit the bamboo flute on the man's face door mercilessly.

The bamboo flute was protected by spiritual power, even if it was hit in flesh and blood, it was not clean, Ye Qinzhu withdrew the flute, kicked the person in the stomach, and kicked a corpse down the mountain rock.

The generals of Zhancheng are good at using poison, and Ye Qinzhu knows it.

The panic after being stripped of her weapon suggests that the person she killed was not the leader of the force, or even an important player.

He may be used to winning by surprise, and he will always be the first to attack, but this time he was directly pierced by Ye Qinzhu.

Ye Qinzhu pulled a cowhide bag, put the blowpipe in, and fell from the rocks.

There were only 1,000 people coming, indicating that only the soldiers from one city had arrived, and the other city of Lihuazhou was far away, and there was no chance to meet yet.

She once remembered that Yang Qingjue had mentioned to her that most of Anguo's poisons were the same. At this moment, she didn't mind trusting Li Jian once to see if he could do anything.

Behind her came the neighing of horses, and another commotion, and the girl smiled at the corner of her mouth, and hurried forward without looking back.

Steamed croton with black beans, this delicious meal, are the horses still satisfied?