Nan Luo poured into thinking, raising private soldiers and hiding weapons, wouldn't he want to rebel?

If it was really what she thought, it was not impossible to bring down the Su family through this.

She had to find an opportunity to find out the details of the Su family.

If it weren't for the rebellion, it would be possible to find out what kind of conspiracy they were engaged in in private.

Be prepared.

As soon as she went out, Jin Jiawei went and returned, rushed into the weapon shop and grabbed Zhao Jianghe's collar.

Zhao Jianghe was still immersed in the joy of changing to a new owner, and he was restrained coldly, and it took a long time to ease up.

"What do you Golden Guards do?"

The front foot has already tossed them once, why is the back foot coming again? It's really haunting!

Fortunately, the little boy has already left, otherwise he would have bumped into Jin Jiawei, and I don't know how much suffering he would have suffered.

Jin Ming, the deputy commander of Jin Jiawei, spat at Zhao Jianghe viciously.

"What are you guys handing in? How does Lao Tzu communicate with his superiors? ”

Jin Ming waved his long hand, and the wooden box that his subordinates resisted opened open, and all the iron swords that broke from the middle were placed inside.

Zhao Jianghe rushed forward, checked the iron sword and other weapons, and shouted angrily: "These are not the iron swords handed in by our shop at all. ”

The golden armor guard, who was dressed in golden armor and stepped on Liuyun boots, kicked on his knee, and the tip of the boot cut through Zhao Jianghe's back knee.

Zhao Jianghe had no power to resist, and fell directly to the ground, raising a cloud of smoke and dust.

A splash of bright blood splashed on the wall, causing the woman to scream and the child to cry.

A few brothers in the iron shop randomly drew a few hot iron swords and rushed forward to confront the golden guard.

Jin Ming raised his foot, wiped the blood on the tip of the knife with Zhao Jianghe's clothes, and then sneered, "Just because you still want to fight with Lao Tzu?" ”

Zhao Jianghe endured the severe pain, his face was white, and he was still not afraid of death.

"Those swords were not cast by our iron pillars at all, and every sword we cast will be engraved with a mark that belongs to Zhengxingtang alone. The broken swords in that wooden box are not the ones we sent from the iron shop at all! You don't want to spew blood! ”

Zhao Jianghe knew that Jin Jiawei had no skin and no face, but he didn't expect to come up with Li Dai Taozhuang.

"Tut-tut, did you give you face? Lao Tzu said yes, what can you do with Lao Tzu? ”

Jin Ming received and handed over the goods today, and unexpectedly found that there was a batch of broken swords that were indiscriminately filled.

If the defective products are handed in, he will inevitably learn a lesson, and he may not even have the title of deputy commander.

He thought about it and came up with the idea of changing the tanuki for the prince.

Of all the shops, only Zhengxingtang's ironware was of the best quality, and he took the broken sword to ask Zhao Jianghe to make a new one.

If he didn't know the current affairs, he would have a way to torture Zhengxingtang to cry and cry for his father.

With a "poof", the sound of a short knife entering the flesh sounded.

What followed was Jin Ming's sudden collapse, clutching the wound on his chest that kept oozing blood, and turning back in horror.

Nan Luo was playing with a dagger that was as sharp as clay, and it was indeed a weapon that he could take advantage of.

The technology of Zhengxingtang's ironmaking has reached the point of perfection.

With little effort, she plugged in, turned slightly, and pulled out.

The eight-foot-tall Jin Ming fell to the ground with a bang, with more air coming out and less air intake.

The appearance of the enemy was frightened by the appearance of the enemy, and they drew their long swords to protect their chests, but they all took several steps back.

"Who's coming?"

"The owner of Zhengxingtang. My people, are you able to touch? ”

Nan Luo leaned on Jin Ming's chest, his elbow lightly rested on his knee, and he lowered his eyes and spoke coldly.

"Get out, don't bother Zhengxingtang, and leave you a dog's life."

Jin Ming's face flushed with anger, "Little white face, are you tired of being crooked?" Do you dare to wade into the troubled waters of the Golden Guard? Do you know that there is someone above Lao Tzu? ”

"It doesn't matter if there's anyone above you, I can screw your head off and kick it as a ball." Nan Luo leaned and kicked him in the face.

Just like he insulted Zhang Jianghe just now.

Jin Ming was annoyed and angry, and shouted at the remaining Jin Jiawei, "Why don't you come and save Lao Tzu in a hurry?" Don't want to live anymore, do you? ”

A group of them are still scared of white faces?

The gold-armored guards rushed forward with their knives in hindsight, but they were just a little white face who was powerless, and they didn't expect them to be able to beat them.

Nan Luo waved his hand, and some white powder flew out, landing on Jin Jiawei's body one after another.

Their eyes were in great pain, and they were twisted on the ground in pain, looking a little more uncomfortable than Jin Ming.

"What do you eat? A potional powder will take you down? Jin Ming's heart gradually lost his heart.

How to subdue a group of them with one move.

What is the origin of this little white face?

"My people, you moved, this is the price, get out!" Nan Luo sat on the Taishi chair, folding his legs leisurely, playing with the dagger and not knowing what he was doing, as if he could poke Jin Ming's eyes at any time.

Jin Ming was so frightened that he clutched his chest and staggered out of the door, seeing that he was far away from Nanluo, he dared to let go of his cruel words.

"The old immortal still has a little white face, Zhengxingtang is right, wait for Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu is not destroyed, you are not surnamed Jin! ”

Before he could finish speaking, Nanluo narrowed his eyes and threw a dagger at his crotch.

The dagger happened to slash somewhere, and he rolled his eyes in pain and fainted.

The men who saw this scene showed painful expressions, and covered their crotch, always feeling cold there.

"Noise." Let's think about whether I have the life to come to this princess.

The Jin Jiawei realized that Nan Luo was a ruthless little white face, and the deputy commanders with the strongest martial arts among them were all dizzy, and they were not enough appetizers for others.

Let's go, let's go, if you slow down, your descendants will be gone.

Jin Jiawei left and right carrying Jin Ming away.

After the group of people dispersed, the blacksmith looked a little colder.

But all of them didn't look right.

The woman was the first to react and helped Zhao Jianghe up, worried that his legs would not be able to walk in the future.

Zhao Jianghe was worried about Nanluo.

"Boss, either you go out of the city and hide. Although your martial arts are strong, you can't resist the pursuit of the Golden Guard. That Jin Ming is also a figure with a head and a face in front of General Su, and it will be difficult to be in Shangjing after provoking them, or you go outside to avoid the limelight. ”

Nan Luotian didn't take what happened just now to heart, and his tone was light, as if he was talking about today's good weather.

"Don't worry, even if that Su Yong comes to me, I won't frown. Clean up the shop, and you go back to rest. ”

"This can't be done, we still have to make a batch of iron swords for the Golden Guard, if we don't do it, we won't be able to get the iron ore." Zhao Jianghe still has to plan for the shop, and he can't be as capricious as outsiders.