"No wonder Brother Qian is a little reluctant to hand you over to me. This craft is really good."

After stuffing a piece of meat into his mouth, Zhao Yang nodded with satisfaction and said.

Hearing Zhao Yang's words, Yu Youren grinned and smiled.

"Divid this beast meat with you brothers." Zhao Yang pointed to the roasted beast meat and said.

"What a shame!" Yu Youren took the short blade that Zhao Yang returned, responded loudly, walked back to the edge of the fire pile, and began to divide the pieces of meat.

"Thank you!"

The soldiers clasped their fists at Zhao Yang, with joy on their faces.

This is a monster of a high level. The flesh of this monster is a great supplement to these soldiers in the body refining realm.

Yu Youren divided the animal flesh in detail, and Wu Mingshuo led several soldiers to change the guards outside, and the entire camp was in order.

"Who!"

At this moment, a soldier in front shouted loudly.

"Wow—"

All the soldiers who were originally sitting on the ground to eat quickly stood up, with weapons in their hands, and retreated to protect the carriage that Zhao Yang had stood layer by layer.

"My gentlemen, misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

Wu Mingshuo led several soldiers, escorted seven or eight people, and walked over with a big cart and a few horses.

"Sir, these people are spying in the distance, and their subordinates escort them." Wu Mingshuo pointed at the people and said in a deep voice to Zhao Yang.

"General, general, I misunderstand that we are all the businessmen who are responsible for business, just passing by." The leading old man in the 50-year-old robe bowed to Zhao Yang, and reached out to uncover the canvas on the cart.

On the truck, there were grain, cloth and other items piled up.

"These are all collected from the village and are ready to sell to Talangcheng." The old man flipped over the carriage and pulled out a few pieces of blue silk: "My gentlemen, this is a villain's filial piety to all military officials."

While talking, he wanted to bring it to Zhao Yang with silk.

"stop!"

A soldier who led a team of soldiers standing in front of the carriage shouted loudly, then turned to look at Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang smiled slightly and said, "Huang Ping, you are old in the army, so it's easy to ask me?"

Hearing Zhao Yang's words, the soldier smiled, nodded, and turned toward the old man.

"Mr. Jun, please accept it with a smile--" The old man bowed down with silk.

"warehouse--"

"when!"

Huang Ping's waist knife slashed hard, just hitting the dagger that the old man pulled out of the silk.

"kill!"

Huang Ping shouted softly, and another blow was slashed at the waist.

The old man's face was gloomy, and several followers behind him also pulled out swords and rushed towards Huang Ping.

"Protect General!" Huang Ping shouted, and the knife in his hand turned into a light of a sword, surrounding the old man.

"kill!"

Teams of soldiers surrounded the carriage, and then half of them spread out to thrust the swords and guns in their hands, connecting the qi and blood, trapping the group of assassins who had been surrounded.

Zhao Yang nodded, and it was indeed a fierce soldier. His qi and blood were so strong that he directly suppressed the other party.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man who was suppressed by yellow products, with a faint smile on his face.

"boom!"

The yellow-grade sword light was like lightning, and one blow cut the old man out.

"Dangdangdang--"

Several swords and guns stabbed at the old man. This man was very skilled. He rolled on the ground, although he was embarrassed, but he was unscathed.

"Swish--"

Just as Huang Pin stepped forward again, the old man who was originally in danger suddenly flashed, widened the distance from Huang Ping, and flew towards Zhao Yang.

"court death!"

Yu Youren, who was standing in front of Zhao Yang, pulled a knife in his hand and a light blade flew out.

"snort!"

The old man did not hide or avoid it. When the light blade was approaching, his robe swelled and he shook the light blade open.

"Advanced monk!"

Wu Mingshuo and others in the distance were shocked and hurriedly flew to save Zhao Yang.

"Sir, hide!"

Yu Youren gritted his teeth, the short blade in his hand flashed with a flash of spiritual power, and his whole body condensed, and then threw the short blade at the old man.

Unfortunately, a practitioner who showed his late-stage Qi Refining strength was not something that could be resisted by a soldier in the early stage of Qi Refining when he was close to him.

The short blade was gently lifted away by the old man, and then he crossed over Yu Youren's head and slashed the short blade in his hand from Zhao Yang's head!

It's over!

Two hundred soldiers' eyes showed despair.

Zhao Yang's cultivation was scattered by the great monks. He has no cultivation now. This matter was repeatedly explained by Shu Quan and others. Their task was to protect Zhao Yang, and he would never leave him to protect him when he was in Zhenhaiwei.

But who would have thought that before Zhenhaiwei could reach the Zhenhaiwei, a high-level practitioner would attack Zhao Yang?

Looking at the short blade coming, Zhao Yang smiled and took a light step back.

"Take it—"

The short blade stroked his armor, bringing a string of sparks from his shoulders to his waist and abdomen.

"Buzz--"

Just as the old man was grinning and preparing to step forward and take out the knife again, a light sound came and a silver spear appeared in Zhao Yang's hand.

"Ba"

Zhao Yang shook his spear in his hand, and the gun came first, and threw it hard on the old man's chest and abdomen.

The old man flew off the carriage with blood bleed and fell on the avenue three feet away.

It turns out that the military lord is so strong!

Wu Mingshuo and others were surprised and happy, and turned to swords and guns, surrounding the old man whose sternum was broken.

At this time, the followers were forced to death by swords and guns, and they all knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Tell me, who sent you here!" Wu Mingshuo put a long knife on the old man's shoulder, and the blade pulled his neck out of a long mouth.

"Ahem," the old man turned his head over while coughing up blood, and struggled to growl: "Don't be proud, Elder Zheng will not let you go!"

Elder Zheng!

These soldiers all know Zhao Yang's past, so they naturally know who Elder Zheng is.

Zheng Hengyan, the ancestor of the Golden Pill of Qingyun Immortal Sect.

"Even my Thirteen Guards dare to intercept and kill him. Zheng Hengyan doesn't want to live anymore!" Wu Mingshuo said gritting his teeth.

"Hehe," the old man spit out a mouthful of blood and stared at Wu Mingshuo: "Elder Zheng has taken action, you can't live long."

Wu Mingshuo's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his long sword raised, and he was about to kill the old man.

"Actually, if it weren't for the strong fishy smell on your body, I would have believed that." Zhao Yang, who was standing in the carriage, held a spear, suddenly spoke.

Fishy smell?

Wu Mingshuo and others' expressions changed, and the old man who fell to the ground was even more shocked and looked at Zhao Yang incredibly.

Zhao Yang squatted down and looked at the old man with a smile on his face: "I really didn't expect that I just came out of Talang City and found a military merit."

Yu Youren stepped forward and slashed the old man hard on the back of the head.

The old man cried out, his whole body trembled, his hands and feet began to curl up, slowly peeling off a layer of skin, and a trembling black fish-faced man rolled out of his robe.

"The spy from the Water Demon Clan!"

"Mr. Joining the Army has made great contributions this time!"

...

Wu Mingshuo and others exclaimed, then turned to look at the other assassins who were limping on the ground.

"Give me your life, let me go, we are not fish demons, we are real human race..."
Chapter completed!