Lao Jin looked at their expressions, including Guan Kuo's expression, everything was clear, without any surprise, even disappointment, embarrassment, and sighing, and continued to speak: "I think you have all heard of Lin'an Gong Jin'an. ”

"Naturally, you know, then your Excellency is ......," Qu Yaxia said coldly.

"I'm his grandfather."

There was a mocking smile at the corner of Qu Yaxia's mouth.

"The old man knows that it is really unpromising to gain a sense of prominence with the help of his grandchildren, but I think you are more familiar with the four words they call me."

The mocking smile under the cliff still hung on the corner of his mouth, but he quickly froze.

"They all call me the Holy General of Southern Wu."

There are only four words left between heaven and earth.

……

……

Southern Wu Holy General, this legend is still before a generation of war god Qiu Jingshan became famous.

Forcibly crossing the Huai River, fighting a decisive battle between the two Huai, and pointing at Chang'an.

single-handedly fought with 8,000 Zhennan cavalry, retreated, and severely damaged this prestigious iron cavalry force; The 10,000 armies were unstoppable from it and took the first rank of commander of the Wu army......

All kinds of prestige pushed him to the height of a myth.

The Southern Wu Holy General has been missing for more than ten years, and he has never been traced, and most people still regard him as a legend, and young people like Qu Yaxia have begun to question the legends that do not quite match the actual situation, and then belittle these legends as a step to gain their own satisfaction and prominence.

So just now, Qu Yaxia said many times about disrespectful words to the Holy General of Southern Wu.

If Lao Jin hadn't killed the Three Hundred Zhennan Riders before, then Qu Yaxia would definitely be excited now, because he finally had a chance to prove the accuracy of his words, but now, his face became even more ugly.

He said that with Zhennan Cavalry, even the Southern Wu Holy General was vulnerable in front of him, and it was difficult for him to ascend to the sky, but the fact slapped him in the face firmly.

Lao Jin is really insidious.

He first beat the Zhennan cavalry to the ground, and then told them that he was the holy general of Southern Wu, and it was too late for Qu Yaxia to take back his previous words.

Guan Kuo felt that he should have looked incredulous, but when the hunchbacked Lao Jin personally admitted that he was the Holy General of Southern Wu, he couldn't show any incredible look, even if he thought in his heart.

Maybe Lao Jin is too powerful, and only the identity of the holy general of Southern Wu is worthy of it.

It's just a little bit of other thinking.

The face under the cliff is distorted and deformed.

His voice was a little out of tune.

Anger, humiliation, shock...... All sorts of emotions swept through, echoing throughout his body.

Perhaps what he said was just to hide his uneasiness:

"Kill! Kill him! Kill him! Southern Wu Holy General, do you know how many people want his head!? ”

He shouted so loudly, but no one made a move, and no one responded.

On Lao Jin's face, the smile was a little weird:

"Want my head? My head is very tempting to you? ”

"I don't know if you have ever eaten puffer fish meat, although puffer fish is beautiful, it is poisonous, the most delicious place of puffer fish, the most poisonous, the ovaries of female dolphins, the most delicious, called Shih Tzu laugh, that is because, that delicacy makes anyone smile at the moment of tasting, and that smile will remain on the face forever, because people are dead."

"What are you trying to illustrate?" The hand holding the knife under the cliff was clenched very tightly, and sweat began to appear.

"I want to say that you will all die here today because of the temptation of my death."

Qu Cliff raised his eyes and looked around.

There are also one or two hundred Zhennan horsemen here, and although the previous three hundred Zhennan horsemen were vulnerable in front of Lao Jin, none of them flinched, so they didn't have the face to retreat.

But looking at the bloodless old gold, their pressure was like Mount Tai, and Qu Yaxia understood that if they didn't retreat, they might really die here.

But because of a sense of pride, they can't retreat, in the face of the Southern Wu Holy General, Zhennan rode back, does it mean that the Northern Tang Dynasty has no strength to fight against it at all? That's a symbol.

"I don't want to say anything else," Qu Yaxia's face became more and more gloomy, and he pointed at Guan Kuo with the tip of his gun, "But the person you want to save, I can let him die first, presumably, even if we are all wiped out, it will be an insult to the Holy General to spread it, and it will be worth it." ”

"It's just your own statement whether it's worth it or not," Lao Jin smiled, "but you go and ask your god of war, will there be a moment when the person I want to save will miss?" ”

"It's so far away, how can you save it?" Qu Yaxia realized the deepest humiliation, but he understood that what Lao Jin said was very intimidating, so he was almost angry.

Seven or eight spear tips are aimed at Guan Kuo, and it only takes an instant to be able to put Guan Kuo to death, but in this case, Lao Jin swears that he can rescue Guan Kuo, how can this not make them feel humiliated?

Li Qianrong looked at the old man who was getting closer and closer with a knife from a distance, and there was light in his eyes.

He was still young, and he had vaguely heard of the prestige of the Southern Wu Holy General, but he definitely didn't know that this was the most terrifying and hated enemy of the Northern Tang Dynasty.

"How can I save it?" Lao Jin suddenly stopped.

But his people are gone.

In the next moment, his voice appeared behind Qu Yaxia, Guan Kuo, and near the tips of the seven or eight spears.

Zhennan, who is in a straight line, falls to the ground piecemeal, looking down from a high altitude, the trajectory is straight and straight.

The golden light flashed again.

Metal trembles.

The tips of those guns broke off in response, and Lao Jin's figure finally appeared in front of Guan Kuo.

Seeing that familiar figure so close, Guan Kuo felt a lot of emotion for a while.

A person who has been with him day and night for more than ten years, but has always remained mysterious, such a thing is really appalling, but it happened to himself and Lao Jin.

The holy general of Southern Wu, Jin Worry, is really a dramatic identity.

It's just that as he knows more and more things, the true identity of the hunchbacked old Jin is becoming clearer and clearer, and the Guanfu, a place where he has also lived for more than ten years, and a place where he thinks that every grass and tree is remembered in his heart, is becoming more and more strange.

Father's sword posture, the underground palace of the Guanfu, and the holy general of Southern Wu...... What kind and how many secrets is hidden by the government? He couldn't figure it out.

Jin Guang flourished again, his threat was lifted, and Lao Jin came out of the knife.

Caught with one's pants down.

No one would have thought that this invincible Southern Wu Saint General would be able to kill from within the enemy.

He swept from the center of one or two hundred Zhennan Cavalry, golden light one after another, Zhennan Cavalry exerted its due strength, but to no avail.

(End of chapter)