Chapter Seventy-Three: The Cold Mangs Are Still Coming
"Ah Bo is a famous founding general, General Lan Yulan?" Gao Rui asked solemnly.
"It's down there!" Although Lan Yu is now over half a hundred years old, his words are sonorous and powerful.
Thinking of when he was young, he was dressed in armor and killed the enemy like hemp. When the enemy heard the name of General Lan Yu, they were all so frightened that they threw off their armor and fled.
"I have admired the general's name for a long time, the general has been on the battlefield for a long time, he has been in a hundred battles, and the tartar who fought lost his armor and unloaded his armor is the pride of my Chinese nation. Seeing the general today, it is really extraordinary, the general's unruly deeds, and they are all examples for our juniors. ”
"Hmph, I don't dare to be a role model, it's just that ungrateful Zhu Chongba, in the past, we fought side by side on the battlefield, but I didn't expect him to kill his relatives in righteousness, but I just pity my eldest brother Chang ......"
Recalling the past events, the resentment in my heart can't help but arise spontaneously.
The two chatted hotly, but they put the group of brocade guards aside, Guo Hao felt a little uncomfortable, he didn't expect to meet another strong opponent now, it was really bad luck.
Now we can't afford to delay any longer, and we need to do it quickly.
"I didn't expect the general to die, just right, today I killed even you, an old man, and took your head, and I can go to the emperor to receive a reward!" Guo Hao's knife was already unsheathed, staring at them fiercely.
Guo Hao was a centurion in the Blue Jade Department before, and he was also a pioneer in the army, but he didn't expect that he had been promoted today, from a small soldier, to a captain of the Jinyi Guard.
"After being promoted and making a fortune, do you forget your old general, I can't imagine that you have become the emperor's lackey after all, it seems that I am bound to teach you a lesson today." Lan Yu rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms, the muscles on his arms were beating with the green tendons, he turned back to Gao Rui and said, "Rui'er, go to the house under the bed and get my weapon!" ”
Gao Rui didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly ran back to the house.
Guo Hao couldn't listen to these nonsense anymore, and said to everyone with a wave of his long knife: "This old immortal, I'm afraid he can't even hold a blade, brothers, take his head, there will be a reward!" ”
As soon as the words fell, a group of people swarmed up and surrounded Lan Yu in the middle.
A man who was not afraid of death brandished a long knife and rushed forward, but before the knife could fall, he was hit by a heavy punch from Lan Yu in the face. The man suddenly felt that the sky was dark, his eyes were full of stars, he staggered back a few steps, and fell heavily to the ground.
"Come on! Next! ”
Since returning to the countryside, I haven't practiced martial arts for a long time, and today there are a few people who are not afraid of death, just to move their muscles and bones.
Everyone tasted the power of blue jade, and everyone knew that this old man was not easy to bully, and no one dared to stand up again, and a group of people looked at each other and stalemate.
At the same time, Gao Rui had already taken out the blade of the blue jade and the seven-star sword of Tao'er, all of which were about seven feet long, wrapped in cloth on the outside, and covered with dust, which showed that they had not been used for a long time.
"General, come on!"
Gao Rui threw his weapon towards Lan Yu with all his might, and he also held the hilt of his sword, ready to unsheath it at any time in order to protect himself.
Lan Yu's eyes were quick, and he caught the blade. He raised his blade and slammed it into the ground, and the mud was instantly smashed out of a half-foot deep pit, and a puff of dust flew up, and the strips of cloth wrapped around it also fell.
The dust cleared, and a black iron spear stood in front of everyone, although it had not been used for a long time, it was as new as ever. The spear head was still extremely sharp, flashing silver, and the cold was still there.