Looking at the five powerhouses standing behind the city lord Zhao Yan, Zhao Wujiang's eyes narrowed slightly, the two of them in coarse linen clothes may not be known to him, but the person in the blue and purple robe, he knows.

It was the martial guard under the Korean lady Wu Shun and the Wei country's wife Helan clan, especially the martial guard embroidered with gold patterns in the center, which made his pupils contract, which was comparable to a strong man of the grandmaster.

At the same time, Zhao Wujiang kept thinking in his heart, why did Wu Wei come to Hebei Province? Could it be that he is here to kill himself? Or are you here to get the bronze town of Guoding?

At this moment, many people appeared in his mind, the eldest grandson of the Helan clan, Wuji Xu Jingzong......

"Kill me a little Zhao Wujiang, and actually send so many strong people." Zhao Wujiang said coldly, he tried to test the intentions of these people to come here.

City Lord Zhao Yan had a hideous face: "I wanted you to live a few more days, but there is no door to hell, you will come!" ”

The five powerhouses didn't say anything more, and shot directly at Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu.

Zhao Wujiang smiled indifferently: "It seems that as soon as I set off, I was targeted." ”

"Hmph, you have a keen sense of smell, but if you kill my beloved son, you are destined to die today!" Zhao Yan stepped back and went to gather the soldiers and horses stationed in the city, he wanted to kill not only Zhao Wujiang, but also these victims.

Sure enough, I don't know if it's someone from the Eldest Sun Wuji faction or someone from the Xu Jing sect, both of them are related to the Helan clan, and if you think about it, Xu Jingzong is the most likely...... Zhao Wujiang dodged, he ran outside the city, he didn't want to fight inside the city, so as not to hurt the innocent.

Outside Tangchang City.

The north wind swept the ground.

Tumbleweed gurgled past.

Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu were surrounded by five people.

"Wu Sisan!" Zhao Wujiang suddenly spoke.

Wu Wei was stunned, how did Zhao Wujiang know their title of Wu Wei?

"This official has a close relationship with Helan Niangniang, don't you know? I don't believe she'll agree to you killing me! ”

The two martial guards didn't answer, and the golden-veined martial guards snorted coldly, and the qi locked onto Zhao Wujiang.

"Turkic friends, I am friends with Xiaolu, I also went to the Dalu Ashina Helu tent that year, don't you recognize me?"

Zhao Wujiang said again, the Turkic language he spoke was something he learned from Li Yuanxiao.

The two Turkic powerhouses in coarse linen clothes were stunned for a moment, looking at Zhao Wujiang's expression, a little uncertain.

"Do it!" The golden-veined warrior guard roared angrily, sounding like an old man.

The five-person machine rolls up the yellow sand and cuts away the grass.

Zhao Wujiang let out a sigh, it seemed that the set was almost useless, I am afraid that there would be a fierce battle today, but he did not panic in his heart.

Wen Yu never spoke, just looked at Wu Wei, and the young man's face was all smiling.

"Ah Yu, what are you smiling at, do it." Zhao Wujiang shouted.

"I've felt the same breath in the palace, but unfortunately I haven't had a chance to do it. I finally have a chance today. Wen Yu smiled, and his figure disappeared abruptly.

In the next moment, it appeared on Zhao Wujiang's right side, and a simple and unpretentious punch bombarded the air on Zhao Wujiang's right side.

"Bang! Rumble! ”

A deafening sonic boom exploded, and a figure fell out of the air, it was the Golden-veined Wuwei.

The face under the golden-veined Wuwei mask couldn't be seen clearly, but along the pink mask, hot blood continued to flow out.

He stroked his chest and said in disbelief: "Grandmaster? ”

Wen Yu, the youngest grandmaster in the history of the Tang Dynasty, is only in his two decades, and he is already in the realm of grandmasters.

Wen Yu didn't say a word, his left hand suddenly clenched, and in Zhao Wujiang's field of vision, a martial guard suddenly appeared in Wen Yu's left hand, just like the martial guard used his throat to hit Wen Yu's big hand.

Wen Yu pinched Wu Wei's throat, and with a bend of his left hand, the Wu Wei exploded into a rain of blood.

Blood raindrops fell on Zhao Wujiang's face, Zhao Wujiang reached out to wipe it away, and said lightly: "Next time, be lighter." ”

Wen Yu responded, his figure kept flickering in the skylight, the sound of sonic booms kept ringing, and the golden-veined guards kept dodging.

The other martial guard disappeared without a trace, but Zhao Wujiang knew that this person was waiting for the right moment to give Zhao Wujiang a sudden blow.

"Friends of the Turks, why don't we make a truce? Waiting for them to get a result? Zhao Wujiang looked at the two Turkic powerhouses who attacked, both of them were transcendental.

"You Tang people are the most cunning, don't want to delay, you can't see it when we can't see it, as long as we take you down, that grandmaster will naturally comply."

As the Turkic powerhouse spoke, the sword light flickered continuously, and he was already close to Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang swung his knife to resist, and the long knife in his hand broke into pieces in response.

Zhao Wujiang secretly groaned, and his figure disappeared.

Two Turkic powerhouses split into the air.

He gasped for breath and appeared in the clearing not far away.

As soon as he stopped, the killing intent behind him suddenly rose, and a long sword stabbed into his vest.

Zhao Wujiang curled his fingers and tapped the bronze tripod on his waist.

In an instant, the jade-colored liquid covered Zhao Wujiang's entire body, turning into a bronze battle armor.

"Ding!" The long sword stabbed into the bronze armor, humming constantly.

Zhao Wujiang reflexively and tapped the attacking martial guard behind him with one finger, and pointed at his chest, his fingers digging into the flesh, "One finger Zen!" ”

Wu Wei retreated, melting into the air and disappearing.

Zhao Wujiang gasped and didn't care about this martial guard, for him, this martial guard was already a dead man.

He rubbed his fingers, and the tips of his fingers were stained with blood and powder.

I, Zhao Wujiang, am a miracle doctor, I can't fight three with one, and I can't use one poison to three?

The three transcendents under him have all been in the transcendent realm for many years, and Zhao Wujiang is naturally invincible by relying on martial arts cultivation.

Not far away, Wu Wei suddenly appeared, fell to the ground, and his body gradually softened, turning into blood.

Under the yellow sand of the north wind, it looks so dazzling.

The two Turkic powerhouses who were about to step forward to attack Zhao Wujiang were stunned for a moment, stopped, and did not dare to rush forward.

Zhao Wujiang took out a bottle of elixir, poured out one, and threw it at the Turkic two, "Fool egg!" ”

The pill was purple and black, and the sound of breaking the air appeared, and the Turkic powerhouses hurriedly dodged, they knew before they came that Zhao Wujiang had superb medical skills, and the use of poison was even more unique, and seeing Wu Wei's sudden death intensified their fear of Zhao Wujiang.

The Purple Black Pill didn't hit the Turkic powerhouse, and Zhao Wujiang desperately threw out another Purple Black Pill again, constantly shouting "Fool egg!" "Eat my fool's egg!".

The Turkic powerhouse kept dodging and retreated in embarrassment.

The sound of breaking the air in the distance kept sounding, Wen Yu stepped on the air, and was coming, at this moment this young man was wearing a cloak, his eyes were sharp, he was holding a human head in his hand, the human head was constantly dripping blood, and his face was wearing a pink mask.

When Zhao Wujiang saw Wen Yu coming back, he finally didn't throw the purple black pill again, but poured out two pills, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them.

This is a sugar pill for Qing'er, a grape-flavored sugar pill.

Seeing Zhao Wujiang swallowing the Purple Black Pill that they feared like a tiger into their stomachs, the two Turkic powerhouses were furious, feeling that they had just been constantly tricked by Zhao Wujiang like a monkey.

"Zhao Wujiang! You're kidding us! One yelled in a broken Tang language.

Zhao Wujiang threw out another purple black pill with his backhand.

One of them snorted coldly and grabbed the pill, "There is an old saying in Datang, a soldier can be killed, but not humiliated, you don't want to insult us!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the pill in his hand exploded, turning into purple smoke, and the two Turkic powerhouses looked at each other with puzzled expressions, and then in one breath, the two fell to the ground at the same time.

Zhao Wujiang looked at this scene indifferently, chewed another sugar pill, and muttered, "Stupid! ”

"Lord Zhao, it's all settled, let's go back to the city immediately, the city will kill those victims..."

Wen Yu said.

"You have them at heart." Zhao Wujiang said with a smile.

Wen Yu scratched his head, and the young man's face was shy: "With... I learned it from Lord Zhao. ”

"Don't worry, the victims will be fine." Zhao Wujiang's eyes were far away, looking at the city, there was no fighting cry in the city at this moment, he slowly walked towards the city of Tangchang.

Wen Yu ran to mend the two Turkic powerhouses, and found that he was already dead, and he became more and more cooperative with Zhao Wujiang's medical attainments.

"Ah Yu, would you like to come with me?" Zhao Wujiang asked, he thought about it.

"Huh?" Wen Yu was stunned for a moment, not understanding, hadn't he been accompanying Zhao Wujiang all the time?

Zhao Wujiang smiled: "It's just... Be my partner Zhao Wujiang, like Wang Yifang you see, like Zhang Weimin you see. ”