"Hey...... That's amazing. ”

Just as Murong Shi was excitedly saying that word on the small building, a man in black holding a wine glass said this sentence by a window on the top floor of the seven-story pavilion that had appeared in Zhu Luan's field of vision.

"Actually call that Murong Shi to roll." The man chuckled.

"The young girl spoke so rudely."

Behind the man knelt a young man in armor, who fell to his knees with his forehead pressed against the ground.

"Lord, Duan Haochu has already arrived at the camp of Huangshan." The boy said crisply.

The man shook the wine in his glass, "Yes, it's him, so it seems that his brother is still a little tender." ”

"Martial arts cultivators who are too scheming will affect their cultivation, and I am afraid that because of this, Duan Lizheng can break through to the Ascending Extreme Realm at the age of fifteen." The boy replied respectfully.

"Isn't it possible for a scheming cultivator to enter a high realm? Yulang, you're not right," the man in black laughed louder and louder, "I've seen a special case, a very interesting little girl. ”

The young man's forehead, which was close to the ground, was slightly raised, and a pair of bright, clear but extremely wild eyes looked up slightly.

The boy's facial features are profound, and the dark edges of his pupils are a little golden, and he looks as beautiful as amber, with obvious exotic features, reminiscent of wild and untamable wolf cubs.

"That's ......," the young man's voice trembled a little.

"It's your savior, Your Highness who fished you out of the pile of the dead." The man laughed loudly.

"Now, you know what?" The man's voice was full of joy, "This little girl is the most like her I've seen in ten years." ”

"Really?" The boy replied in a low voice.

"You're too young to know, but this code for provocation with arrows is quite old," the man in black took a sip of wine, and his smiling eyes cooled.

"This is the way that veterans who have been in the army for at least ten years are accustomed to provoking the enemy." The man stared at the clear liquor in the glass.

"It's that person, Princess Yingluan's usual provocative way."

The boy knelt on the ground as motionless as a stone.

But as soon as he noticed, he could see that his body was trembling slightly.

"I'm afraid it's just a coincidence." The boy said in a low voice.

"Yes," the man snorted softly, "even if she has been dead for ten years, there are many fans of that girl, and there are many little ones who have heard her anecdotes. ”

Yulang pressed his forehead against the ground again, "Lord, then what should I do next, Murong Shi is probably not usable." ”

"Hmph, sure enough, a wasted person is a wasted person," the man in black snorted lightly, "The Ma Hetong sent before was also killed, although he is the weakest one in the earth, but it is a Ascending Extreme Realm, and the loss this time is really a little bigger." ”

"Ma Hetong must have been conspired upon, and his subordinates are willing to go, and they must give the head of Zhu Hong's great-grandson to the lord." The boy said respectfully.

"Don't be, if that girl really has a relationship with Princess Yingluan, I'm afraid that you won't get it when you go to the head, so you will defect first." The man threw the empty wine glass to the ground and said coldly.

"The subordinates don't dare." The boy answered.

"I know you don't dare," the man looked at the boy on the ground, "but it's not the time to kill the brat with a knife, and it's not the time to let you make a move." ”

"What's more, aren't Yu Sue and Zhu Kuan still dead?" The man sneered, "Let's let them kill each other first, there must be one side who dies first, right?" ”

……

……

In front of the west courtyard, the sound of swords colliding was endless.

Just after Murong Shi's fourth arrow was broken, no new arrows came, and the guards regained their morale.

But the bandits, who had lost their leader, seemed to have quickly elected a new leader, and the lieutenant-general began to give orders again, and with this order, the bandits, who had been in disarray, organized an attack again.

But this time it was no longer the suppression of one side, and although the escort team had lost a lot of manpower, it was able to withstand the onslaught of the bandits.

"The first two rows draw the bow, and the last row changes the broadsword."

"Change the spear on the side, give me a stand!"

"The archer listens to the order, one, two, three, put!"

"The spear moves back, and the big knife is on top!"

With Wei Yong's order, the attack and defense of the escort team flowed smoothly, and there were very few flaws.

The resistance that had been chaotic became orderly.

"This Miss Nine...... Have you ever been a soldier? Duan Lizheng walked up to Princess Jinyang and shook off the blood stains on the naked sword.

Although the orders were all shouted from Wei Yong's mouth, unlike the majestic commander on the battlefield, this Wei Yong's unusual posture looked particularly eye-catching.

The tall man knelt on one knee, one ear slightly turned to one side.

On one side of his ear was Zhu Luan, who was leaning on the pillar with his hands on his chest.

The girl's lips moved slightly, although Duan Lizheng couldn't hear what she said, it was not difficult to think that now these instructions for the ranking array came from this woman's mouth.

But in the heavens and on the ground, there are probably not many people who can think like this.

After all, the new bandit leader elected by the bandits only stared at Wei Yong with red eyes, looking at him as if he was going to eat people.

didn't even lean to the side, probably treating Wei Yong as his enemy.

didn't know that there was someone else behind the scenes.

The people in the escort team also looked at Wei Yong with admiration, and the roots of the man's ears turned red, but his face was bloody, and it didn't look obvious.

"Not only did he serve as a soldier, but he was also a good soldier in training." Princess Jinyang said in a low voice.

Her voice was very quiet, but Duan Lizheng still heard it.

"What?" The boy was surprised.

"I'm kidding." Princess Jinyang continued expressionlessly.

"How could she have been a soldier?" She said, "Don't care, this girl has loved reading military books since she was a child, so I guess it came in handy." ”

"Huh?" Duan Lizheng looked at Princess Jinyang suspiciously.

On paper, it is shallow.

This sentence is especially true of the art of war.

Duan Lizheng looked at the group of miscellaneous troops in front of him, and the escort team that was still able to maintain the battle formation steadily.

"That's not right." He said silently in his heart.

This is not something that can be done by memorizing a familiar soldier's book alone, although the girl's instructions are simple, but they cannot be done without years of immersion in the army.

He raised his head and looked at Princess Jinyang with a complicated look in his eyes.

His Highness must know about this.

Although he doesn't know how to read people's hearts like his eldest brother.

But he was able to understand it.

Princess Jinyang has been practicing in the army for a year, but in this situation, she does not let this girl instruct.

It is tacitly acknowledged that this girl's military skills are far superior to herself.

He looked at the young girl not far away, who was still calm and calm even though she was flying in the flesh and blood.

"She ......," he was about to speak, when suddenly there was a shocking sound of horses' hooves.

With a huge shock, gradually a group of people and horses also appeared in everyone's sight, with bright blades and strict armor.

"It's officers and soldiers."

"It's from the government."

The guards who were fighting fiercely opened their mouths in surprise, and their eyes showed excitement.

"We are the garrison of Huizhou Mansion, and I heard that someone from your mansion reported to the official, so we are here to help!" The officers and soldiers on the horse said loudly.

Duan Lizheng also breathed a sigh of relief, and inserted the naked sword into the scabbard at his waist.

Wei Yong was ecstatic and was about to stand up, when suddenly his left shoulder was pressed by a hand.

"It's not." A low female voice rang in his ears.

"Huh?" Wei Yong turned his head in astonishment, and at this moment, a scream suddenly sounded in his ears.

Familiar human voices.

The man Huo Ran looked.

One of the strongest guards in the escort slowly fell down holding his shoulder.

"Cut, did you miss the shot?" An officer and soldier on the horse smacked his lips with a bow and crossbow.

"What's going on?" Wei Yong felt that his brain could no longer comprehend the current situation.

He turned his head blankly and saw that Miss Nine beside him had just released the bowstring in his hand.

The officer's arrow was fired at the guard's chest.

It was Miss Nine who fired the arrow again and hit the arrow arrowhead.

"Miss Nine, ...... are they," the man asked sadly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you have come just in time." Behind the crowd, a middle-aged man's mellow voice suddenly sounded.

The crowd parted, and a richly dressed middle-aged man walked out.

Wei Yong's eyes widened.

British Public.

Zhu Kuan.

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