Shi Jingtian did not take Zhang Yong away, not only because he believed that this fat man had the heart to repent, but also because he took him away, and he just didn't admit himself to Hongxi. It's that he doesn't understand too much, doesn't understand too many things, and always seems to revolve around something.

Outside the imperial city, she rescued Jin Dafu, but she still hasn't found out what their purpose is, and she has asked Lihanyun, but she only said that it involves the western island country of Wuwei, but there is no evidence to prove something else.

For no reason, another hermit master popped up, allowing the eighth-order horned eagle to attack the Nameless Academy from morning to night. almost took Siguang's life, and almost took his own life on the grassland, but the reason is still unclear.

Then Mu Xianxian's master and apprentice found the divine doctor Ni Tian to save him, and Ni Tian's apprentice was the green lotus who set off a shocking conspiracy. The green lotus is dead, and at the same time it has taken Qin'er and countless lives with him. Red silk is also the righteous daughter he has received in recent years, and he actually asked Zhang Yong to come to the door to squat at the door of his house, what do you want to find out about me?

Shi Jingtian's heart was full of cramps and uneasiness, many things were strikingly similar, the Battle of the Sword Pavilion seemed to be not over at all but continuing, similar to the fear that there would be another conspiracy of the Battle of the Sword Pavilion. If he really loses the lovely Nizi again, the heart-to-heart Mo Yan and Lihanyun, then Shi Jingtian believes that he will definitely become a madman, a madman of the walking dead.

Regardless of whether Shi Jingtian would feel uneasy and worried, what he didn't expect was that because the senseless fighting spirit between him and Li Siguang at the auction had already triggered an alliance and battle among the various forces in the imperial city, so it also allowed people with ulterior motives to smell a glimmer of opportunity.

To the west of the Imperial City are four major cities, namely Mochizuki City, Panri City, Star City and Jiuyao City. Song Xinyuan, the vice president of the Chamber of Commerce, was sitting in a luxury carriage, and was beaming proudly on the way back to the imperial city from Jiuyao City, his fat body trembling back and forth with the shaking of the carriage, and he was uncomfortable holding two maids on the left and right beside him.

Since talking in detail with the prime minister's housekeeper Ding Shan Restaurant, the cooperation between the two has become closer than before. Followed by several carriages full of goods were arranged by Ding Shan, I heard Ding Shan say that this is the daily necessities of the palace that Prime Minister Yan won from the emperor, the goods are valuable and the amount is large, so the amount is considerable, and what follows is a huge profit, how can this not make Song Xinyuan laugh all the way to the mouth.

"Hmph, Jin Dafu didn't rely on the flow of oil that was only fat with military supplies, opened so many shops and finally became the president of the Chamber of Commerce. In the future, as long as I grasp the line of Ding Da Butler, it won't be long before the position of the president of the Chamber of Commerce will be mine! Haha!" Song Xinyuan's smiling mouth was almost at the root of his ears.

The caravan moved slowly along the open road, and the passers-by dodged to one side. Two columns of mercenaries lined the wagon full of goods, and the green flag waving in the wind had two large characters written on it. It seems that because of the proximity to the imperial city, the mercenaries are a little loose, gathering in groups of three or five and casually riding horses and chatting.

There was a rush of horses' hooves, and a few horses galloped not far away, rolling up clouds of dust and smoke. In a blink of an eye, they arrived at the front of the convoy, a total of five horsemen and five people, and the mercenary leader of the Fengxing Regiment did not pay attention to the three or five people at first, but when he saw these people dressed in black and masked, he shouted vigilantly, "Stop! Escort the carriage! Attention..."

A white light turned into a sword came out from behind the back of one of the black-clothed men, like a poisonous snake spitting letters. The tip of the sword slashed across the Adam's apple, blood was gushing wildly, and before the mercenary leader could finish his words, he fell off the horse, his limbs twitched, and bloodshot bubbles bubbled out of his neck.

The men in black did not stop their horses, but kept a certain distance from the caravan and walked towards each other. Hands were raised, and black projectiles were thrown towards the convoy.

Boom, the projectile was made of gunpowder, and it was powerful. The sudden attack and the death of the mercenary leader caught the mercenaries off guard, and the projectiles were thrown into the caravan one after another, and in the midst of the fire, several horses neighed and fell to the ground, and the cart full of goods was scattered all over the ground. The mercenaries screamed even more, the flesh and blood of the light ones were blurred, and the severed limbs and arms of the heavy ones were covered with clouds of blood mist.

The scene was chaotic, and the two horses in front of the carriage broke away from the carriage and ran away, and the front of the carriage fell fiercely. The two maidservants hugged each other with a disgraced face, Song Xinyuan hit his head on the frame, and climbed out of the carriage in a panic without caring about the blood flow on his head, and when he saw this chaotic scene, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, "What about the mercenaries, what about the guards, protect the caravan quickly, no, protect me quickly!"

"Master, master, let's go! Mercenaries and guards will die in the blink of an eye!" A slightly older butler stumbled to the carriage, half of his body was splashed with blood, and he helped Song Xinyuan to flee towards the side of the avenue!

A whole cart of goods was thrown down like this, how could Song Xinyuan be willing, throwing his fat body and looking backwards while running. I saw a few black-clothed people holding long swords in their hands looking for a living mouth, and then pierced the throat without hesitation, and the defenseless mercenaries and coachmen let out a heart-rending scream when the long sword stabbed down, and the blood stained the road red.

"Don't look at it, master, this is not a robbery, this is here to vent your anger!"

Song Xinyuan also immediately realized that the robbery would not hurt the killer so much, and if he didn't extort a tael of silver, the horses were scattered, and the goods could not be taken away. must have come to kill people, looking at the ferocious means, my heart was about to jump out, and I didn't look back and ran away with my little fat legs!

Before he could take a few steps, a long sword choked in front of him, and the blood on the sword's body was ticking together, instantly staining the ground red. A man in black walked unhurriedly, blocked in front of Song Xinyuan, pulled out his long sword and pointed at him, a pair of ruthless eyes emitting a cold light.

Song Xinyuan fell to his knees, his face turned pale, and his body trembled uncontrollably, "Uncle! spare your life, spare your life! How much silver does it cost... It can be as much silver as you want!"

"Humph!"

The man in black snorted coldly, not answering at all. The long sword slashed down, the white light suddenly appeared, and the head of the butler beside Song Xinyuan rolled out of the way.

"Grandpa... Father... Plentiful... Spare your life..."

The gaze of the man in black made Song Xinyuan seem to see death, the long sword was raised again, and when it fell, it must have been his own head, and he shook his head with all his heart, "No... Nope..."

Song Xinyuan's and urine were all flowing and kowtowing and begging for mercy didn't make the man in black hesitate at all, he raised his long sword, Song Xinyuan's face was like ashes, and he collapsed to the ground at that time, his eyes were closed, and he thought about it, he was dead!

But the raised long sword failed to fall, the man in black didn't call, a large amount of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, the long sword fell to the ground, and the person also fell straight in front of Song Xinyuan.

Song Xinyuan opened his eyes in shock, only to see a small branch deeply inserted into the back of the black-clothed man's head. A young man dressed in white and on a white horse was rushing towards him from the side of the road.

"Hero, save me... Help me!" Song Xinyuan shouted as if he saw a life-saving straw.

The young man quickly galloped past Song Xinyuan, bent down to pick up a long sword and threw it forward, a man in black who was about to kill the mercenary who was still angry just noticed the abnormality, the long sword had pierced his chest, leaving only a hilt.

When the other three saw that the situation was not right, they took out the projectile from their arms and threw it at the man in white. There were a few fires with a bang, and the white horse neighed and fell to the ground seriously injured, but the man in white jumped up in the air and swooped down with a light blow on the horse's back.

The speed is incomparable, the ruthlessness is ruthless, and before he landed, he kicked the man in black with a ferocious kick in the air, and then hit the man next to him the chest, and the sound of broken ribs was clear in his ears.

There was only one of the five men in black left in a blink of an eye, and the man was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't expected this outcome, and then turned around to get on his horse and flee for his life. He was fast, the young man in white was even faster, and he grabbed his neck with one hand when his body flickered.

"Order... Ling..."'s eyes were full of horror and disbelief, and he could only reluctantly spit out the word, and his neck had been twisted alive.

The man in white looked around, the corpses everywhere, his eyes were full of mess, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Hero! hero!" Song Xinyuan ran over and fell to the ground in shock, "Thank you for saving my life, you are my reborn parents!"

"It's serious! How can you sit idly by when you encounter such a thief on the road! It's just that it's still a step too late, otherwise you can save more people!" the man in white turned around slowly.

Song Xinyuan was stunned for a moment, the person in front of him was handsome, his black hair was coiled on the top of his head, leaving only a few wisps hanging down, he was dressed in white and had a graceful demeanor, but he was only about twenty but five!

"You've won the prize!" said the young man without saying anything humble, "The purpose of cultivators is to do their best to help more people, and they shouldn't care too much about fame and fortune. But if you really try to compete, then Siguang may not be able to be stronger!"

"Okay!" Song Xinyuan suddenly had a feeling that if he didn't die, he would have a blessing in the future, if such a master who could compete with Siguang could use it for his own use, then what would a few truckloads of goods and a few lives count. At the moment, he tried his best to win over and said, "The old man is rescued by the young man, and after everything is dealt with, please follow me back to the mansion to thank you again! I don't know where the hero wants to go!"

"You are older and me, just call me Xiao Yun. I'm just out to practice, and I haven't decided where I'm going!"

"That's very good, Brother Xiao Yun, you see, your horses have fallen to the ground because of saving me, even if you use heavy thanks, you should at least go to me and pick a good horse for you!"

Seeing Xiao Yun nodding, Song Xinyuan suddenly knew that he had picked up a treasure, a person who had not yet entered the world and cultivated strongly, and the countless casualties in the caravan had long been ignored.