Could it be that Wufeng Pavilion spread his whereabouts? But why were they sure they would go to the feast?

According to the time when the man in black arrived, Qingyutang should have gotten the news half a day earlier, if it was the secret leaked by Wufeng Pavilion, the people of Qingyutang should have been ambushed on the mountain early, could it really be that someone followed the three of them, and then conveyed the news to Qingyutang after he left the post station?

Could it be that Qingyutang deliberately delayed the time to induce himself to have this idea? Let yourself be suspicious and fundamentally divide Juying?

Wang Yan's most disgusting thing in his last life is conspiracy and trickery, he is not a big guy in that moment, he doesn't have to worry so much, where the big guy points out, he will fight, now he is in a gang, more than a thousand brothers under his command live with him, now it is different from his own era, even if he fights, it will not cause many casualties, from his annexation of Perak Hall to the present, more than 100 people have been lost, and there will be brothers who will die in battle in the future, in this era of cold weapons, human life is very worthless.

Zhang Qingyu, Hao Sihai, and the Enchantress are not simple characters, Wang Yan feels that he is much worse than them, the first three have been fighting in Xinzhou for more than ten years, as a weak chicken who has just entered the war, Wang Yan can only seek stability first, and then temper himself.

Whether it is their own internal problems, or the conspiracy of Wufeng Pavilion and Qingyutang, the road still has to go, and they will definitely participate in the Immortal Banquet, as for the road ahead, they will go and watch.

It was still early in the morning, and Aji was completely sleepless, and stood at the door with wide eyes, fiddling with the silver money he had just found, and looking around, very energetic.

"Young Master, what's going on?" A delicate voice came from the carriage.

"It's okay, the problem has been solved, let's go back to sleep." Wang Yan said softly through the car curtain.

The next morning, before dawn, the three of them began to set off.

After more than an hour, what I expected happened.

The mountain road was sealed, and the low wall was piled up with sacks, and the back was full of people, and there were at least three or five hundred people in a long line.

Aji's face was already green, and he leaned in front of Wang Yan and said.

"Young Master! Kill the past? ”

"You watch the carriage, I'll break in."

"Young master, I'll come with you!" At the critical moment, Aggie did not have the slightest timidity

"Look at the carriage, I'm enough!"

After Wang Yan finished speaking, he didn't wait for Aji to reply, and he had already dragged the water and fire stick to answer.

On the mountain road more than one zhang wide, Wang Yan's figure looked very arrogant.

Wang Yan's pace was very slow, his eyes stared coldly at the row of human walls behind the low wall, he had encountered this situation in his previous life, the scene was really strikingly similar, but in his previous life, there was still a row of earthen guns on the low wall, and in this life he was replaced by a strong crossbow.

Fifty paces from the low wall, the opposite side finally attacked.

Whoosh!

With the sound of breaking wind, sharp arrows shot towards Wang Yan.

Aji, who was guarding in the distance, trembled violently, and his palms were sweating.

Fu Xueying opened the curtain and only glanced at it, then put it down, for fear of seeing Wang Yan's injury.

Wang Yan kept knocking down the oncoming crossbow arrows, and approached the low wall step by step, with each step, the arrow speed would be one point faster, and the arrows would become more dense.

When he got closer, Wang Yan saw clearly the clothes of these soldiers in front of him, with a red scarf on his head, a brown leather armor, and a green cloth wrapped around his wrists and ankles, and a big character engraved in the middle of the leather armor: Qing!

Could it be that these people are from Qingyutang? Or is it pretended by other forces, Wang Yan can't tell the difference, he has fought with Qingyutang before, whether it is a low-level Luo Luo or an elite, it is not the kind of costume in front of him.

Wang Yan got closer and closer.

"You can survive the rain of arrows unscathed, you are a capable one!" Standing at the front of the team, a middle-aged man wearing a fur hat and an iron belt around his waist said

"Brothers! Draw the knife! Above! ”

At the sound of an order, the Rolls poured out with shouts.

Ditch the ranged and go straight to hand-to-hand combat! The captain's approach was exactly what Wang Yan wanted.

The water and fire stick was horizontal, and with a forceful swing, Luo Luo in front flew out of the mountain road.

This style of play can effectively damage the enemy's morale, and it is not bloody at all.

If you hit the waist with a stick, you can hear the sound of your spine breaking, and even if you don't fall down the mountain, you can't survive, and your internal organs are shattered by the huge force, and in this era, you can't do surgery, and you can only die a tragic death in the end.

Wang Yan began to make dumplings again, rushed to the side of the mountain one by one, and then pulled them down with a stick.

As soon as a dozen of them were played, there was a commotion in the team.

Wang Yan kept his hands on it, still swinging his stick vigorously, pumping the people around him away.

The dense crowd thinned out, and in the end, only a dozen people remained!

A feeling of uneasiness traveled through the body.

Wang Yan slammed forward, pulled a Luo Luo in front of him and reversed, Luo Luo's eyes suddenly widened.

Feathered arrows in the sky...

Puff puff!

Rollo struggled violently for a while, but there was no sound.

After a lot of effort, more than a dozen Luo Luo around Wang Yan died under the arrows of his own people.

Wang Yan glanced ahead through the gap, the human shield in his hand was already dead, with at least fifty arrows stuck in his body, and a few on his head, leaving only one eye staring ahead, leaving shock and unwillingness.

It was a cool breeze overhead.

Wang Yan raised his head in shock, and the Pu Dao was already a foot above his head, and he was about to chop it off.

Good skills! Being able to touch himself while he is in front of him is a capable person, but his attack is too impulsive.

The person who came was the captain, who was smiling fiercely at the moment, and the frenzy burning in his eyes was staring at the head on Wang Yan's neck.

"You're so stupid!" Wang Yan's voice really reached his ears, and then a cruel smile froze on his face.

It's just because Wang Yan's water and fire stick has been attached to his waist by the ghosts and gods!

"Impossible!" A sad roar, full of unwillingness!

How could his hand speed be so fast!

The middle-aged man kept questioning in the air, and a mouthful of blood mist spurted out, and the person fell off the cliff.

Wang Yan's feet were covered with blood, and stepping on the blood, Wang Yan continued to approach the low wall.

Rollo's panic has been written on their faces, it seems that the middle-aged man who has just been pulled away by himself is their backbone, and at this moment, he has been sucked off his backbone, and most of his momentum has disappeared at once.

Wang Yan slowly approached, Luo Luo couldn't resist the pressure and was retreating, how could the long queue that stretched for a hundred steps say that they would retreat?

Walking to the low wall, Wang Yan stepped on the sack on one side.

With a low roar, more than a dozen sacks full of sand and gravel were pushed off the cliff by Wang Yan.

Clearing the road, Wang Yan set his eyes on Luo Luo not far away.

When you come out to mix, you must be prepared to die!

These people's families are not in Yuanyang, so they will definitely not be able to accept it, and those who can run will run away, and those who can't run away...

Wang Yan pulled down his face, lifted the water and fire stick and rushed forward.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

There was a muffled sound with a faint scream, and one by one the Rolls were sent down the cliff.

But everyone who came up to fight with Wang Yan had already been knocked away.

The rest no longer have the courage to confront Wang Yan.

Collapsed... Scattered from front to back, hundreds of people were in chaos in an instant, and as Wang Yan approached step by step, Luo Luo retreated desperately!

Just like last night, many people were squeezed off the cliff by their own people.

The brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, fighting in this environment, the way to live is not behind them, but in front, maybe they don't understand this truth, maybe they feel that they can't break through their own high wall.

Wang Yan showed a slightly hideous look, and these people pushed back desperately.

"Let's all stay here!"

Wang Yan's voice was cold and piercing, no matter who sent these people, the purpose was to intercept themselves and let them go back, maybe Juying's brothers would die at their hands.

For the sake of the people around him, Wang Yan is willing to turn into a ghost and god.

Wang Yan rushed into the crowd like a tiger, stick after stick, the dense crowd had already squeezed to the edge of the cliff, and after Wang Yan rushed like this, the outermost dozen people were squeezed down.

The people who heard the screams trembled, but the line was too long, and the last ones knew what was happening, but they couldn't feel Wang Yan's coercion, and there was no sign of collapse.

The tail is in the back, and the front cannot escape, and it is continuing to attrition.

"You bastard!" Someone in the team roared.

Swish! With a knife in his hand, a defeated Rollo cut off the head of Rollo who was unwilling to retreat behind him.

If there is one, there will be a second.

Wang Yan saw it, stopped the attack, and watched their own people fight together.

Only the dozens of people at the end of the team were not frightened, and they were quickly killed and wounded under the attack of two or three hundred people.

The Rolls broke up, and the half-pillar incense disappeared in time, leaving only a tragic battlefield.

Wang Yan walked up to a Luo Luo who had not yet breathed and said coldly.

"Who sent you?"

Luo Luo spat blood in his mouth, looked at Wang Yan hatefully, his body shook for a while, and he was silent.

These people are so ruthless to their own people, they cut fatal places, and the only one who didn't die is also breathing at this moment.

Wang Yan retreated to the low wall, and Aji led the carriage over.

"Young Master, you are really amazing!" Aggie said adoringly.

Wang Yan glanced at the corpses all over the ground and sighed.

"One day I want to unify all the forces in Xinzhou, the men of Daliang should not be wasted here!"

Aggie smiled when he heard this.

Xue Ying lifted the curtain, glanced at Wang Yan and asked with concern.

"Young Master, are you injured?"

"No, it's all someone else's blood." Wang Yan said with a smile.

"Young master, get in the carriage and rest."

Wang Yan nodded and got into the car.

The carriage slowed down, and the horse's hooves splashed sporadically in the blood.

At that moment, a corpse jerked up, took a dagger from its bosom and rushed towards the carriage.

Aggie shouted!

"Young Master! There is a case! "I said that the whole person pounced.

Rollo's knife was now in the horse, and Aggie swooped down on the man, pulled the dagger out of his bosom, and stabbed him in the heart.

There was a sound behind him, and when Aggie turned around and found that the carriage was gone, in an instant, Aggie's soul was gone...

"Young Master!"