A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Han Mingguang was stunned when he heard this. "Your Highness, it's almost the evening hour now. Who are you waiting for?"

"Ah, wait for that old-fashioned county magistrate to bring food!" Sikong Yan got off the carriage. Looking at the area with some trees and dead grass, and scattered large and small rocks, "These places are great for cooking and resting!"

Han Mingguang nodded. They had been walking for at least half a day. There was a lot of hay in this place. It was really good. "General Xiao, stop and rest and tell the soldiers to herd the horses! It will be easier to continue the journey after they have eaten their fill!"

Xiao Sanlang's martial arts skills were the best, and he had made first-class military achievements. He immediately ordered his subordinates: "One team of herders."

The cooks were building stoves, and fetching water.

There were so many rocks here that some soldiers sat down to rest their eyes, while others lay down to sleep. The little fox and the crow ran up the hillside...

Si Zhe rolled over on a large, flat rock. He saw his younger brother and younger sister chasing each other on the hillside, looming. Thinking of the brother in his dream, he should practice the martial arts that he taught him. So he ran up the hillside.

"Wait for me, wait for me..."

Sikong Yan sat on a big rock, while Han Shangshu and Xiao Sanlang were arranging and directing the troops. Shui Qinglian looked around the low hillside and saw that although there were many dead trees and dry grass, there was not a single green plant to be seen.

While holding the stone cup and pounding the medicine, he came over and sat down next to Sikong Yan.

“There are landscapes without green and without green!”

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew. Sikong Yan's ears moved.

Shui Qinglian exclaimed: "Is this the person you are waiting for?"

Suddenly he laughed out loud: "Zhuzhi, you lose! Sizhe will sleep with me tonight!"

He smashed the flying shadow with the stone pestle in his hand and jumped up and shouted, "Help! Help! There's an assassin!"

One of the shadows was knocked to the ground by his stone pestle. His move was too fast for the shadow to dodge.

The soldiers who were sitting on the rocks with their eyes closed suddenly jumped up, drew their swords and rushed to the rescue. But they were no match for the assassin and were kicked to the ground one by one.

Han Mingguang and Xiao Sanlang were leading the army when they suddenly heard Shui Qinglian's cry for help.

The two men turned around suddenly, and Han Mingguang was shocked and shouted: "General Xiao, please save His Highness!"

Xiao Sanlang's ghostly steps flashed left and right three times before he was in front of Sikong Yan. He used his knife to knock away the three sharp swords that were about to stab Sikong Yan's face.

Shui Qinglian and Sikong Yan looked at each other. They didn't expect General Xiao's kung fu to be so good! The assassin sent by the emperor was no ordinary person. He could actually knock away three swords with one sword. His martial arts skills were hidden.

Xiao Sizha hid on the hillside to practice martial arts. Why did he think he could master it as soon as he learned it? He picked up a few stones and swung them at the tree trunk, which actually embedded itself in it.

"Ah!" He was frightened and screamed, "Am I that powerful?"

Suddenly, I heard Shui Qinglian's cry for help. I looked down the slope and said, "Brother and sister, go and save Brother Yan!" I ran down quickly.

Sikong Yan sat on the stone calmly, watching their skills and swordplay. Although General Xiao was a powerful martial artist, he was still unable to deal with more than a dozen masters.

Shui Qinglian sat beside him and continued to pound his medicine, adding herbs as she pounded, seemingly not worried about her safety at all.

As a scholar, Han Shangshu had some skills to dodge and protect himself, but it was absolutely impossible for him to save others. He was really anxious.

The soldiers surrounded him but did not dare to move forward, because the sword moves were too fast and they could not even keep up, and they were afraid of being a hindrance.

A dozen assassins besieged General Xiao blindly. General Xiao could only defend himself and had no power to fight back.

Two assassins pulled themselves out and leaped towards Sikong Yanshui Qinglian. Two swords stabbed straight at them from midair. The two men stared at them motionlessly, without any fear on their faces.

There were two bangs, and suddenly, two walnut-sized stones flew from nowhere and hit their backs like lightning. The two figures fell to the ground and were motionless! It was a special acupuncture technique.

Everyone was surprised, even those who were fighting stopped their movements with a cry of "huh". There was a master among them! They looked at each other with doubt, who was it?

Sikong Yan, Shui Qinglian and the others were not panicking. They knew that Wuying was protecting them in secret! The two men must have been knocked to the ground by Wuying. But Wuying only sent out two stones. The man did not come out. Is he playing hide-and-seek? The two turned their heads to search.

The killer saw that everyone was stunned. Those who had not fallen to the ground took advantage of the gap and threw their swords at Sikong Yanshui Qinglian.

The soldiers cried out in surprise, "Oh no! Your Highness, Doctor Shui, get out of the way!"

Xiao Sanlang quickly grabbed the swords with his claws, and more than ten swords stopped in mid-air. This was the absorption method, and he had only practiced 30% of it, so he couldn't absorb all ten swords. Xiao Sanlang turned his palm over and pressed it to the ground. The swords in mid-air fell to the ground with a clang.

A group of soldiers raised their swords and shields and rushed forward to block Sikong Yanshui Qinglian, forming a human wall.

"Whoever stands in my way will die!" The assassin flew into the air and was about to shoot with a hidden weapon, but before he could move his hand, he heard a series of bang sounds, and then they fell from mid-air with a crackling sound. They were like a pile of mud, and they looked exactly like the two killers before.

"What's going on!" They fainted in shock.

It turned out to be a special acupoint pressing technique.

"Ah, catch them alive! Tie them up quickly!" Everyone was amazed at which master this was, with such unexpected and amazing skills. When they heard Minister Han shouting, more than a dozen soldiers immediately rushed up and tied them up.

Xiao Sanlang pushed through the crowd and rushed out: "Your Highness, Your Highness, are you okay?"

When Sikong Yan heard Wuying's voice, he was secretly delighted: "It was really Wuying who saved me!"

I waved in the direction of the voice: "Here I am! I'm fine!"

Xiao Sanlang pushed through the crowd and saw the two people sitting there peacefully, so he knelt down on one knee and said, "I am incompetent and frightened Your Highness!"

It was Xiao Sanlang who appeared. Sikong Yan frowned. Where was Wuying? He couldn't help but look behind him, hoping that the masked ghost would appear and kneel on the ground and say to him, "Master, I am too late!"

But no! Maybe he is hiding in the dark! Wuying is my mother's secret guard, with great skills and unrivaled lightness skills. He has been following my mother for more than ten years. He can't be the teenage general in front of him! And the secret guards are all covered with masks. No one knows what they look like?

He looked at Xiao Sanlang and his voice seemed so similar to his age but not matching!

"Nothing! General Xiao, you've worked hard. Get up!" Sikong Yan helped him up. Suddenly, he thought of Xiao Sizhe and a thunderbolt hit his heart, "Oh no, where did my brother go?"

Minister Han ordered his men to tie up the killers like dumplings, fearing that they would be strong enough to break free.

Xiao Sanlang held Sikong Yan and comforted him: "Don't panic, Your Highness. I will go find him for you right away!"

"Brother, brother!" Sikong Yan's voice was extremely loud. The whole valley was responding to his shout.

Minister Han, Xiao Sanlang was stunned again and again. Is this still the sickly and weak little prince?

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm here!" Hearing the voice calling her, Xiao Sizhe came out from the crowd, smiling as if she never knew how high the sky was or how thick the earth was.

Sikong Yan hurried over and hugged him, "You scared me. Where did you run off to? It's very dangerous. What if you were kidnapped? No, you must follow me closely from now on. Don't leave me even a step!" He hugged him and kept stroking his back.

Suddenly, a woman's voice shouted in the distance: "Excuse me, is this the army going to the north to fight? Is the Minister Han here?"

Shui Qinglian was happily pounding herbs. When she heard the sound, the stone pestle fell to the ground with a thud...