Harvest!

At the moment when the arrow of the heavenly bird fell, Mingyi's cloud tiger suddenly disappeared. ☆→☆→, obviously, it was he who directly included his cloud tiger in the book spirit.

Thousands of arrows fell on the ring and snapped, leaving the ground in shambles. The ring of the academy competition is very solid, otherwise it would have been beaten by some scholars a long time ago. In particular, the ring of the Mojia Academy is even stronger, and their destructive power is beyond imagination.

"Senior Brother Li Fei, I lost. Mingyi said.

"I conceded. Li Fei arched his hand at him and said. At the same time, I was also a little surprised in my heart, and it seemed that I had won this battle a little easily. However, if you think about it carefully, it is understandable that Senior Brother Mingyi is afraid that his Yunhu will be injured. The mechanisms in the disciple of the Mo Family Academy's "Ghost Axe Divine Work" are all psychic with him, and once he is damaged, he himself will also be harmed. Moreover, each mechanism is carefully crafted by itself, and if you want to make a second one and cultivate it after you have a damage, it is equivalent to starting your cultivation again.

"Well, since this battle is the last battle. Then Li Fei will be the last place in the Mojia Academy and represent the academy to participate in the book and sword discussion. The presiding master came to the stage and said.

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Youzhou Province belongs to the Yan State among the seven major vassal states. It is the junction of the Han Empire and the barbarians, and after years of war, it has become sparsely populated and barren.

A whistling wind whistled and rolled up the sky full of smoke and dust. The barren land is bare, revealing large tracts of land, and only a few places have some green grass crawling on the ground. It belongs to the south of the barbarian desert and has sparse vegetation.

In the vast canopy of the earth, there is a small open-air shop for passing merchants to rest and replenish. There are a lot of displaced people here. Displaced people who have no land to cultivate have exhausted their means of subsistence and engaged in even dangerous industries. The hosts are an elderly couple. It's not easy to survive here without children or daughters. There is basically no business here, but they have to rely on this small shop to survive.

Suddenly, there was a cacophony. The human voices and the neighing of the horses converged. When the old man came out and saw the situation, his heart was shocked, and his heart thumped. There were five or six hundred people in the group, all wearing armor and carrying scimitars. However, most of them had scars on their bodies, and the wounds were haphazardly bandaged with white cloth, and there were blood stains everywhere. There were only more than a dozen war horses, and his expression was very tired.

This is a group of defeated remnants, and they are satisfied remnants who have been scattered by the Han army. Although they were a little panicked, the shopkeeper and his wife did not flee. They have long been accustomed to the death of people in war. And they are in their last years, and they are not so afraid of life and death.

"Give me everything you have to eat and drink!" At this moment, a sergeant who looked like a general walked under the pergola with a few brute soldiers, and shouted loudly. Seeing that there was only an elderly couple here, he put down the scimitar in his hand. If they encounter someone who threatens them, they will directly kill and steal something. However, such old people do not threaten anything, and it is useless to kill them, on the contrary, they may not be able to find them by hiding their food and drink. Behind them were the pursuers of the Great Han, who did not have much time to linger here.

It is also for this reason that the elderly couple was able to survive in the cracks. Ran into some passing traders. They will leave them some money. And when the remnants of the army are defeated, they will be ransacked. Of course, they will hide some of the resources they can survive on, and that's how they survive.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please wait a moment. The old man and his wife were very upbeat, and went into the backyard to bring out some food for them.

After the old couple left. The leader of the barbarians had already left the table and came to a large water tank, picked up a scoop of water, and poured it into his mouth. Grunt, his throat rising and falling. Seeing this, several other barbarian soldiers also rushed over. Pick up an earthen bowl and scoop water from the tank to drink. They were able to come in with the chief, probably the centurion and the centurion. At the moment, they are already ** incomparable.

"Hey, who's that guy!"

The barbarian leader suddenly threw the water scoop in his hand indiscriminately. A "choking" sound sounded, and his scimitar was unsheathed. With a "bang", the wooden water scoop fell to the ground, and the clear water left mottled water stains on the sandy ground. The rest of the people also put down the drinking utensils in their hands, pressed their hands on the hilt of the knife, and turned their heads away.

On an empty table under the pergola, a young man who looked to be in his twenties sat there for some time, and it seemed so abrupt.

His white clothes were already a little more wind and sand at the moment, and although it was only from the side, part of his face could still be seen. The sword eyebrows are in the sideburns, and the face is very handsome like a knife carving.

Although they also know that there are scholars who are strong, they don't feel any strong breath from this person. Not the chasers of the Great Han...... They breathed a sigh of relief. Several brute leaders looked at each other, to kill or not to kill?

"Ahem!"

The handsome scholar suddenly coughed loudly. He took out a white handkerchief and put it to his mouth, although he held the handkerchief tightly when he left his mouth, but they had already seen a trace of blood on the handkerchief.

It turned out to be just a sick seedling! Now they were more relieved, and their hands holding the scimitar relaxed.

After the handsome boy finished coughing, he took out a wine bag from his waist. Unscrew the lid and take two sips to your lips. After drinking, a sickly blush appeared on his otherwise fair face.

There is wine!?The brute leader's eyes lit up.

"Bring the wine, we don't have to kill you. The barbarian leader said coldly. Since they didn't kill the elderly couple, they didn't bother to kill this waste scholar, killing people was a waste of physical strength.

However, the young man didn't seem to hear what they said, and slowly pinned the wine bag to his waist.

Several barbarian leaders froze, and a murderous glint appeared in their eyes. If the young man does not listen to them, he is simply looking for death! This group of remnants of the army is defeated, and killing people is like killing a chicken for them.

"Do you think you've escaped?" the scholar who had put away the wine bag slowly stood up and said to them in a calm tone.

Several barbarian leaders were suddenly shocked in their hearts, and at this moment they thought that they were still being pursued by the Han army. On the vast land of this place, you can also vaguely see the Great Wall of Shengli of the Han Dynasty. According to their estimates, they are now thousands of miles away from Youzhou, and the pursuers have actually arrived! (To be continued......

PS: Some people say that writing is a problem, and I personally think that smooth language is the best writing. And when I write it, I deliberately keep it simple, so that readers can easily read and understand. I'm telling a story, not doing it. And is the language that people can only understand after reading it several times?