Da Qin: the Identity of My Eldest Son Has Been Discovered

I only know that the young master is amazing!

Xiu clenched her fists tightly, her black eyes widened, and she looked very cute.

Gollum~

Ergen swallowed his saliva, his wide eyes filled with admiration.

If he had such a strong force, he would be able to protect the young master!

On the edge of the wall, Luo Yuemei's eyes were wide open, and her heart turned violent.

Master, this is definitely a master who is no weaker than Lord Donghuang!

Mei Mu looked at the right protector who fell to the ground and lost her breath, and was frightened for a while.

I felt a little annoyed in my heart. Why couldn't I find out that this person was superb in martial arts during the initial investigation?

Fortunately, it was the right protector who was chasing and killing him.

To tell the truth, Luo Yue's investigation has been very careful.

However, Qin Xuan has not been in Xianyang for a long time. Except for his medical skills and business acumen, no one has seen him practice martial arts.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is just a witch doctor with no power.

Who would have thought that a long-established master could be killed by lightning and flint!

Please report the mistake that led to the death of the Right Protector, and I am afraid that if I go back, I will inevitably be punished.

Luo Yue narrowed her eyes, took a deep look at the tall and straight man in the distance, jumped off the edge of the wall, and disappeared into the night.

Qin Xuan watched the graceful figure disappear behind the tall courtyard wall, and also put aside the idea of ​​​​chasing.

In the middle of the night, the other party was wearing night clothes again, and it was difficult to find him if he hid in any corner.

And since these assassins dared to assassinate, they must have already thought of a way out.

No matter how fast you are, it is futile to catch up now.

He glanced at the corpse lying on the ground that had completely lost its breath.

He turned his head and looked at the Dragon Spear in his hand.

As expected of the weapon presented by the system, it still shines brightly after the assassin's body is pierced and splashed with a cloud of blood.

There was not a trace of blood on the silver gun barrel.

Even a strand of red tassels fluttered in the night wind, not soaked in blood.

Qin Xuan loves You Long Gun in his opponent's hands, and whispers to himself: "The products produced by the system are really excellent!"

Brush ~!

suddenly

A figure jumped down from the wall, which immediately raised everyone's hearts, for fear that an assassin would strike again.

Fortunately, after seeing Bo Fu's old face clearly, all his heart was relieved.

Uncle Fu held the sword in his hand, and the bronze blade was still stained with the enemy's wet blood!

When he chased out and killed all the assassins, a light flashed in his mind.

Suddenly reacted.

Not good ~ in the calculation!

He rushed back in a hurry and frowned when he saw the corpse on the ground.

Chasing and killing assassins led to the attack of the young master, this is dereliction of duty in the eyes!

He hurriedly approached and asked with concern, "Master, are you alright?"

Chapter 46 Going to the Tingwei Mansion

"It's okay, what can I do, young master?"

Qin Xuan flipped his wrist and played a beautiful spear.

The thumb pressed down, shrinking the Dragon Spear into a palm-sized cylinder.

His chin was raised at a 45-degree angle, and Jun Yi's face was full of pride.

Uncle Fu looked at the Youlong Spear that was put away, and his old face suddenly became stunned.

Outsiders think that the young master is just a witch doctor who does not know martial arts.

But I watched it every night.

This grandfather has good marksmanship and amazing arm strength, even he is not sure he can win.

Qin Xuan stood proudly and turned to look at the old face beside him.

He didn't say anything, just looked at him with a smile.

Uncle Fu was stared at by the teasing eyes, and he knew in his heart that this was a joke that hid his strength for himself.

Picking up the scabbard on the ground, the sharp bronze sword is sheathed.