Chen An beat his horse and whipped him, and he rode in the dust.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and with a "buzz" sound, countless arrows shot out from the jungle beside the road. The shaft is about seven inches long, and the tip of the arrow is made of stainless steel, and the blade is smooth and flawless, glowing in the sun. This kind of arrow is naturally not shot with a bow, but the strongest divine weapon of the Great Zhou army, with twenty-one rounds of beaded crossbows.

Each of the powerful crossbows of this kind of mechanical skill can instantly shoot twenty-one arrows in a row to shoot a top master in the martial arts into a hedgehog, and at this time, looking at this situation that covers the sky and the sun, there are definitely no less than twenty salvos.

Chen An's face did not change, he reached out to untie the black big bird draped behind him, and with a volley in his pocket, countless arrows were like milk swallows returning to their nests, all of which were included in the big bird. He kept moving, twisting his waist and swinging his arms on horseback, shaking the big gun, and the arrow returned the same way, listening to the sound of it breaking through the air, it was three points faster than the momentum.

There was a muffled hum in the woods, and for a moment there was silence.

At this time, Chen An had already blown away in the dust.

The spicy summer sun in Cangzhou can make every traveler discouraged, and the scorching sun is especially strong at noon. Even though Chen An has deep internal strength, he doesn't want to rush at such an hour, anyway, he has plenty of time and doesn't care about this moment.

led the horse to a noodle stall on the side of the road, tied the horse, walked into the awning, and asked for a bowl of Yangchun noodles, and Chen An feasted on it.

After a bowl of noodles, Chen An was in a lot of spirits, threw the empty bowl, pinched out seven copper coins, and said loudly: "Boss, collect money." ”

The owner of the noodle shop was a kind and cheerful white fat old man, who walked over with a smile when he heard the words, and as soon as he approached Chen An's five-step range, he saw that the copper coin in his hand actually flew up, turned into seven beams of golden light, and shot straight towards himself and the other two tables of diners.

The owner of the noodle shop collapsed, along with six other diners.

Chen An's face remained unchanged, he lazily grabbed his bags, walked to his car, turned over his horse, and left, leaving only six corpses with a bloody mark on his forehead.

After a long time, two figures appeared here, and they were all stunned when they saw the scene here, and hurried forward to check carefully.

One of them, a white-faced middle-aged man dressed as a scribe with a scarf on his head, his eyes were red, he glared at another man in a black suit, gritted his teeth, and said, "You idiot." ”

The man in the power suit looked frightened, and his lips couldn't make a sound.

The three strands of long beard under the middle-aged scribe's chin trembled, and he asked the man in a trembling voice, "Who gave you the courage to ambush the grandmaster?"

"I ...... I didn't know it was going to happen. "It's easy for a man in a strong suit to squeeze out a sentence.

"You don't know? Fuck you don't know. If the grandmaster wants to kill so easily, is he still called the grandmaster?" The middle-aged scribe finally scolded rudely, and he continued to roar with a red face and a thick neck: "These are the elites that the prince sent to Cangzhou at a huge cost, and now they are all ruined by you." Twenty-eight crossbowmen, seven top assassins, didn't even hear a sound. Why don't you die?" his heart was dripping blood, if it weren't for the prince's posture of showing the posture of Corporal Lixian, focusing on this idiot and taking himself as his deputy, how could this situation occur.

The man in the strong suit looked decrepit when he was scolded, but he was still unconvinced and muttered in a low voice: "I checked the bodies of Zhang Ping and Qu Ru just now, they were not exposed before they died, how did this devil find out?"

The middle-aged scribe's face was full of hatred: "Who is he? He is the King of Ten Thousand Poisonous Ghosts, does the King of Ten Thousand Poisonous Ghosts need a reason to kill people? Not to mention a disguised killer, even if he is a real flat-headed people, have you ever seen him soft?"

In fact, as the middle-aged scribe said, Chen An did not find the six diners strange, but just killed them, if these people are really assassins, then it is just right, if not, then they will not escape being killed when they see the scene of ambushing themselves, who is not dead in their hands, since they meet it, of course, they will do good deeds to give them a good time, he has always done simple and rude things.

The middle-aged scribe walked to the place where Chen An was sitting just now, picked up the used noodle bowl and sniffed it under his nose, smashed it to the ground with a pale face, smashed it, and continued to scold at the man who was pretending to be strong: "Are you an idiot? ”

The man in the strong suit said innocently: "No, it's not poison, it's just some **, you said that poison is useless to the grandmaster." ”

The middle-aged scribe didn't even have the strength to be angry: "Do you think there is a difference between poison and ** for the Ten Thousand Poisonous Ghost King?"

The man in the strong suit was completely speechless, he was originally a good man in the green forest of Yunzhou, this time he had a speculative heart, worshiped under the door of the King of Qin, and was entrusted with the important task of sneaking into the Central Plains, and under the instructions of the palace housekeeper, that is, the middle-aged scribe, he was responsible for monitoring Chen An. He was eager to make meritorious contributions for a while, but he didn't have any intuitive understanding of the grandmaster, and the result became a mess in front of him. In what he thought was a mortal situation, Chen An dissolved it lightly, and that kind of transcendent power made him retreat at this time. He asked in a trembling voice, "Steward Liu, since the Grandmaster is so strong, what should we deal with?"

The middle-aged scribe saw that he was afraid, and said in his heart: "It's not good, don't be scared of this bad guy and want to join the enemy, no, I need to use words to deter him, and it is inevitable to reveal more things, so he said: "Hmph, they have a grandmaster, don't you have a grandmaster, Leng Qingqiu, the head of the Shangqing Sword Sect, has already supported the prince with a clear banner, and he lives in the palace at this time, and he doesn't want to make a mistake if he is young." ”

Although Song Shou and others also took refuge in the King of Qin, the middle-aged scribe still felt that the Yuehua Sword, which had suppressed the two states of Cangyun for more than 20 years, was more deterrent to the Yunzhou turtles in front of them.

Sure enough, the man in the power suit immediately stood in awe, and the intention of retreating just now had already been thrown out of the clouds, and asked sincerely: "I see, the sect master has his own grandmaster to deal with, then Liu is in charge, then our task now?"

When he mentioned this Steward Liu, he wanted to get angry, but he also knew that it would be useless to get angry again, so he had to be depressed and said: "Now we are understaffed, and we can't catch up with that evil star at all, so we can only retreat first and wait for the rabbit in Qinghe." ”

"It's still Manager Liu's insight, let's set off without further ado, first go to Qinghe and set a trap to ambush this group of rabbit cubs. The man in the strong suit didn't want to face Chen An, so he urged urgently.

The middle-aged scribe is no longer able to complain, this robber knows how to ambush traps, and you must have intelligence to set traps, you don't even know how many people on the other side, how big a trap to set up, set a small one to support you, set a big gap to set a lot, no use for fart. How can this kind of person be safe and secure for so many years and have not been served by those chivalrous women.

Chen An ran out for a journey, and suddenly found that the feeling of being watched disappeared, and he couldn't help but be stunned, whether he had gone too far, he had known that they were just so manpower, so he was merciful.

He thought for a while, and felt that Qiu Yuan and the others should have almost dispersed, even if there was a slight difference, the other party should not be able to take out more manpower. He has already accomplished his goal, and then he just needs to rush to Qinghe to join them. In this way, there is no need to rush anymore, and you can just do your own thing.

When he arrived at the boundary of Yunzhou, it was only three days away from Qinghe, Chen An directly abandoned his horse and walked, changing his outfit into a fashionable outfit, just like an ordinary prodigal boy.

In the ancient rhyme wine shop in Zhaoyang County, Chen An sat by the window on the second floor, crushed the red coat of a peanut rice, and sent the peanut kernel to his mouth, and took a sip of turbid old wine, which was so comfortable.

Since there was no need to hurry, Chen An simply got up leisurely. He used to live a life of rushing around, and now that he recalled, he had to laugh at what he had carried.

Cangyun and the two states are both places where the people are fierce, and there are many sects in the rivers and lakes, Chen An looked at the chivalrous men of the rivers and lakes who came and went with swords and swords, and really experienced the fun of traveling with swords.

With a "snap", the storyteller in the wine shop slapped the waking wood and said in a loud voice: "...... Thinking about what kind of person Luo Xianniang is, I saw that she unfolded the Jinpa, and sucked the strange monster into it, and she pulled off the hairpin on her head, and turned it into a three-foot long sword with a wave of the wind. Just as she was about to use the conjured sword to slay the demon beast, she suddenly heard someone shouting in the distance: 'Leave people under the sword'. Luo Xianniang paused, looked at the place where the voice came from, it turned out to be an old acquaintance, who are you who is there? ”

"I'm the next Ao, Fang Ban, you fucking are all about turning off the fire at a critical time. "Mr. Storyteller's surname is Fang, and he often earns money by selling Guanzi, which is the way of doing business, and it should be right, but how can it be reasonable to this group of rude men who are dissatisfied with their desires, and immediately shouted loudly without being dissatisfied, and gave him the nickname of "half a cut".

Mr. Storyteller doesn't care about that, you bunnies are listening, I'm going to go hungry. He immediately packed up his things and left, and he was angry when he heard those foul words.

As soon as he left, the winery was neutral and discussed, the story, it was just a conversation, only to see how to have fun stealing it, of course, it was to discuss and discuss with some like-minded people to show their own knowledge, in order to maximize the pleasure.

Chen Ansu was quiet and just watched from the sidelines. Suddenly, a delicate voice sounded beside me: "Master, are there really monsters in this world?"

Chen An was puzzled, people are talking about immortals vs. monsters, isn't a normal person supposed to ask, "Is there really a god in this world?"

He couldn't help but glance at the next table, only to see that there were three men and one woman seated, and the question just now came from the mouth of the only woman. In fact, it is more appropriate to say that it is a girl, because she is only about fourteen or fifteen years old, and she has just reached the appearance of Xuan, and her eyebrows are exquisite, but her skin is too fair and bloodless, as if she is sick, and her pale pink lips seem to prove this.

Chen An could see at a glance that she had a problem with the Yin and Lung meridians of her hands, as for what kind of disease it was, it was impossible for Chen An, a half-baked doctor, to see it.

The person she asked was the oldest person in the industry, about fifty years old, with three long wisps of beard hanging down his chest and a white face, but the whites of his eyes were slightly cloudy. This can be seen by Chen An, a poison dao master, that he is not sick but has been poisoned by the golden krait snake, as for him being able to sit there so properly, it is his deep internal strength, and the ordinary krait snake venom can not help him. At the same time, the poisoner used some nerve-paralyzing drugs mixed with snake venom. Although this method will weaken the venom of the snake, it can make the poison more lingering, and it cannot be removed without special techniques.

The other two were young men, one in his early twenties, with a square-faced, solemn and calm, and a dignified self-esteem on his face, while the other was seventeen or eighteen years old, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, but with a look of shame.

All four of them were wearing a white shirt on a blue background and a sword at their waists, which looked particularly sharp.

A piece of information quickly appeared in Chen An's mind, Taiyue Sword Sect, Cangzhou faction, there is a sword town in the faction, Heyue Sun Qing, Qingcang Sword He is a master. Behind it is the Cangzhou tycoon Sun clan, the Heluo clan Wei clan, the neutral camp, and has nothing to do with the King of Qin and the imperial court.

The key is the last point, which made Chen An lose interest in them, neither had the intention of treating them, nor did he have the idea of going up to make up for it, and continued to lie on the table boredly and wander.