The convoy continued to move, only to be deliberately slowed down.

Previously, Wang Pingyang seemed dispensable in the Tiece Army, and in the eyes of all the Tiece Army sergeants, he didn't seem to have much communication with Lin Yi. If it weren't for the fact that Xue Jiu and the others treated him with the same respect as they did towards Rong Yi and the others, otherwise these Tiece Army sergeants would even think that he was just a very ordinary entourage.

It's just that the bearing and strength he showed in the Dao today quickly earned him the respect of all the Tiece Army sergeants present.

"Mr. Centipede. ”

A Tie Ce military captain came to his side, bowed slightly to him, and then lowered his voice and said, "I didn't expect these people to make trouble so deliberately, do you want me to send someone to leave first and inform General Lin Yi?"

Wang Pingyang shook his head and said, "No." ”

Tang Nianda in the carriage always intertwined his fingers with his hands, his lips closed tightly and he didn't say a word.

Except for a very small number of people who were too stupid and still a little confused, the vast majority of the troops on the periphery had already figured out that if the people in the Sword Pavilion rebelled before, I am afraid that most of them would be burned along with the Sword Pavilion.

Those generals of the White Horse Army who followed Chen Buqun were afraid that they would be willing to die with Chen Buqun, but they were not the White Horse Army, but only the army of neighboring states. Both the Neighboring State Army and the White Horse Army belong to the border army and are under the jurisdiction of General Zhuangwei, and just because of this, it is certainly not worth it to die for an irrelevant White Horse Army general.

Thinking that they almost lost their lives inexplicably, the attitude of these neighboring state troops became a little subtle.

Their eyes occasionally swept over Chen Buqun and the generals of the White Horse Army beside him, in addition to hidden anger, there was also a kind of expectation.

They hoped that the silent White Horse Army would not do anything again.

However, it can't end there.

In the afternoon, on a fork in the official road ahead, two carriages slowly came.

Although they were just two ordinary-looking carriages, looking at the changes in the faces of those White Horse Army generals, the hearts of all the neighboring state armies fell into the depths.

Several stern military orders sounded, and the convoy stopped again.

Two carriages leaned against the side of the road, and a scribe stepped out of one of them.

The scribe looked to be no more than fifty years old, but his face was sallow, as if he had been born from a serious illness and had not yet recovered, and he looked very embarrassed, and even the short distance of a few dozen steps before he stepped out of the carriage and walked to the train fleet made him a little out of breath.

"Mr. Centipede?"

The yellow-faced scribe whispered a few words to Chen Buqun, and then regardless of his breath, he walked quickly in front of Wang Pingyang and bowed respectfully.

Wang Pingyang was noncommittal, and bowed slightly in return.

"I don't know what the gentleman is asking for?" the yellow-faced scribe asked softly, still looking at Wang Pingyang with a humble face.

Wang Pingyang shook his head and said, "I don't understand what you mean. ”

"People live for a lifetime, and they will eventually have something to ask for, and you should also ask for something when you do things for Lin Yi in Tie Cejun, so there is this question. The yellow-faced scribe said, "What the Tie Ce Army can give you, we should be able to give you better." ”

Although his voice was low, some of the soldiers of the Tie Ce Army around him could still faintly hear it clearly, and the faces of these Tie Ce Army sergeants suddenly became incredulous. There is such a means of doing this, and there is such an undisguised temptation.

Wang Pingyang didn't think it was ridiculous, on the contrary, he knew very well that in Vanity Fair, sometimes the more shameless he was, the better he could live. People who can say such words so nakedly are often more terrifying.

Wang Pingyang thought for a while and said, "You can't give me what I asked for." ”

The yellow-faced scribe was a little regretful, and said solemnly: "Then there is no negotiation?"

Wang Pingyang nodded.

"I admire you very much, to be honest, I didn't expect that a person like Lin Yi would have a partner like you, a young man like you should shine in the border army, and he should be famous in history with the war between the North and the South, and he shouldn't just die here. ”

The yellow-faced scribe sighed softly, "But if you don't give in, you will die here today, because you are just a vain worship anyway, and you don't have any official position." ”

"That's what you came up with?"

Wang Pingyang frowned slightly, he looked at the other carriage parked on the side of the road, and said, "Find some cultivators who can deal with me, if I am not defeated, I am afraid that the people in the Sword Pavilion will not be able to help but do it, and then you can be charged with the crime again?"

"You're smart, a little bit different, but not that different. The yellow-faced scribe nodded and said, "But everything is premised on killing you first, for us, the Sword Pavilion is dangerous, but Lin Yi has a powerful young cultivator like you by his side, it is equally dangerous." ”

Wang Pingyang slowly raised his head.

He wasn't angry, and the look on his face made even the yellow-faced scribe feel some room for manoeuvre.

"It must be difficult for Rong Yi to imagine that the world of the powerful can be grandiose and shameless not afraid of being known. However, what everyone didn't expect was that he said such a sentence next.

The yellow-faced scribe's face suddenly became ugly.

The curtain of the other carriage moved slightly, and a palpitating aura shook out, and a cultivator in heavy armor walked out.

"You're really not afraid of death?"

The yellow-faced scribe looked at Wang Pingyang, wanting to see a trace of strange mood swings in his eyes, but what made him feel strange again was that there was a hint of banter and sympathy in Wang Pingyang's eyes.

"Who are you trying to kill?"

A young voice rang out, "Who can you kill?"

Everyone's eyes were originally firmly attracted by the yellow-faced scribe and Wang Pingyang, but at this moment, they looked at the sudden sound, but saw three young men, two men and one woman, standing in the shade of the trees in the forest of a small path ahead.

And the moment they saw these three faces, all the Tiece Army sergeants suddenly shouted in surprise, "General Lin!"

Chen Buqun and several White Horse Army generals beside him suddenly shrank their pupils.

Even with their perceptions, they did not perceive when the three young men approached or when they arrived.

"Lin Yi?"

The yellow-faced scribe listened to Tie Cejun's cry of surprise, and his brows suddenly furrowed, a little incredulous.

Wang Pingyang smiled slightly and said no more.

As usual, now that Lin Yi has arrived, there is no need for him to call the shots here.

"White Horse Army?"

Lin Yi stepped forward with an arrogant face, "How far is the Sword Pavilion here?How long have you been walking here, the White Horse Army and the Neighboring State Army are all turtles, and they are naturally slow to climb? And who are these people, shouting and shouting here to kill, saying that they want to kill my Tiece Army, you don't care?"

Chen Buqun's face was extremely cold, and a hint of disgust appeared in his slightly squinted eyes, "This person's origin is suspicious, is it your Tie Cejun's people?

Lin Yi sneered slightly: "My people, not the people of the Tie Ce Army?"

"It turned out to be General Lin's people, have you joined the Tie Ce Army?" A general behind Chen Buqun sneered loudly: "Neither the emperor ordered us to escort us, nor is it a person from the Tie Ce Army, if you want to take care of it, General Lin, you are in charge of it yourself, do you want us to help you take care of it?"

"Well said. ”

Lin Yi laughed, smiling like a fox who stole a chicken, "Then I'll take care of it myself." ”

"You murderers, why don't you just tie your hands and arrest them?" he shouted as he looked at the yellow-faced scribe and the cultivator who had just gotten out of the carriage.