MTL - Martial Arts: Just Finished the Patrol, the Beginning is Ruthless-Chapter 100

Sure enough, what Moshi gave was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Not sure when it will come in handy.

"Where is the exact location?" Xia An asked.

"It's just to the east of the city, first from..." Leng Xue immediately informed the location.

"Where is King Zhao?"

"To the south of the city, there is a dense forest less than twenty miles straight to the southeast."

"Understood, you should rest well first."

Xia An nodded, "I'll check the situation right now."

"My lord must not."

Cold-blooded startled, "It's been such a long time, it's impossible for King Zhao not to react."

"Gunpowder is too important for rebellion. He will definitely send heavy troops to guard it. My lord, I'm afraid..."

"No problem."

Xia An waved his hand and said calmly, "The King Zhao bombarded Heimuya two days ago, which already alarmed the court, but if he has a brain, it is impossible for him to leave a large-scale army."

"It's just some miscellaneous fish, it can't help me."

"What else?" Leng Xue asked in surprise.

"Don't worry, I have my own measure. You have done a good job, and I will leave the rest to you." Xia An said lightly.

"Yes." Leng Xue nodded and said nothing more.

With Xia An's strength, he really doesn't want to die, but there are very few people in the world who can do anything to him.

not to mention…

Cold-blooded glanced at Yaoyue and Lianxing standing behind Xia An.

With these two around, and the three of them joining forces, in today's arena, they can almost walk sideways.

Xia An took the light steel sword and went straight out of the inn.

"Unexpectedly, Wei Wuya has something to do with King Zhao."

Yaoyue's beautiful eyes froze, "So, it was King Zhao who took in the Twelve Astrology in the first place."

"It should be so." Xia An nodded.

"Damn him!"

Yaoyue had a murderous look on her face, "Lianxing and I won't follow you anymore."

Xia An frowned, "You want to kill King Zhao?"

"Ok."

Yaoyue nodded.

Keeping the twelve zodiac signs is against her.

What's more, King Zhao attacked Xia An repeatedly.

In Yaoyue's heart, King Zhao has already been sentenced to death.

Chapter 139 Middle-aged Confucian scholar

"Also."

Xia An pondered for a while, "You and Lian Xing are going to intercept and kill King Zhao. If you have a chance to talk, you can take action, but if you feel that the situation is wrong, retreat immediately."

"I have my own measure."

Yaoyue nodded, then turned around with Lianxing and went in the direction that Leng Xue said before.

"etc."

Xia An said suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Yao Yue looked back at Xia An-, a little puzzled.

"Remember, it doesn't matter whether you kill King Zhao or not, but you must come back safely and don't be impulsive."

Xia An exhorted with a serious expression.

Regarding Yaoyue's strength, of course he is at ease, the genuine Grand Master powerhouse, except for Dugu Qiubai, is the strongest man he has ever met.

It's hard to die for such a person.

But after spending so long with Yaoyue, Xia An naturally knows her character well.

So proud.

Especially when facing other men, no one looks down on her.

Even though Zhao Wang is the prince of Daming and has countless masters under his command, in Yaoyue's eyes, he is probably no different from an ant.

This kind of arrogance, every strong person has.

But at some point, it can become a deadly trap.

Capsizing the boat in the gutter is not just talk, but the experience summed up by countless people in blood and tears.

Although the chances are very small, Xia An doesn't want this kind of thing to happen to her.

"understood."

Yaoyue nodded, and while the corner of her skirt was fluttering, He Lianxing had already disappeared in place.

At the corner of his mouth, there was a charming smile.

Xia An breathed out lightly, took eleven astrology tokens, and rushed towards the gunpowder hiding place.

Shishan is not too far away from Hengshan City. With Xia An's lightness kung fu, he arrived nearby in less than a quarter of an hour.

"Sure enough, people from King Zhao came here before."

As soon as he got close, Xia An saw the traces left by someone's activities.

And there are a lot of them.

Presumably, in the past two days, King Zhao sent someone to try to take away the gunpowder.

However, judging from the situation at the scene, it should have been unsuccessful.

"It took only half a day to withdraw."

Xia An inspected the traces for a while, and after confirming that there was no army stationed around, he came to the boulder.

However, Xia An suddenly slowed down after walking halfway.

"Come out." He whispered calmly.

However, the only response to him was the sound of the breeze blowing.

"Why bother."

Xia An sighed softly, raised his hand and sent a burst of true energy towards the stone mountain.

Swish!

The next moment, a vague figure jumped out from the rocky mountain.

"As expected of Xia Tunshen, who is famous all over the world, this sense of smell is really keen."

"I admire you."

This is a middle-aged man wearing a white gown, full of books.

With black beard and black hair, it seems that it is easy to make people feel good.

"Let me go is to die in your hands, right?"

Xia An casually glanced at the middle-aged man and said casually.

"I didn't expect that I would be able to catch Xia Tunshen's eyes. It's a great honor."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar had a warm smile on his back.

It looks like a teacher who has met someone he has admired for a long time.

But Xia An was clear that the middle-aged Confucian scholar in front of him was definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

He is like a venomous snake in full disguise, he is gentle on the surface, but in fact he is full of danger, waiting for a fatal blow at any time.

"Okay, let's not talk about polite words, is it King Zhao who sent you here?"

Xia An pressed one hand on the hilt of the sword, and the sword power quietly accumulated in his body.

According to Ren Yingying, this middle-aged Confucian scholar should have the strength of a half-step grand master.

Naturally, he will not take it lightly.

"It's obvious, isn't it?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar shrugged lightly.

Holding the hand of the book, exerting a slight force, the slender palm with well-defined knuckles was enveloped by a faint halo.

Swish! Swish!

Suddenly, the two moved at the same time, and their figures disappeared in place.

Two surges of true energy exploded violently.

The light of the sword was like the moon, Xia An stretched out his sword, the light steel sharp sword was like a swimming dragon, and pointed at the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar did not dodge or dodge, and took a horizontal shot with a scroll in his hand.

What is strange is that the aura of the two of them has become restrained instead of the surging one before.

It's like an actor on the stage, pretending to fight.

But both Xia An and the middle-aged Confucian scholar knew that the opponent's move contained murderous intentions.

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when!

The sound of gold and iron colliding sounded.

It was only then that Xia An realized that the scroll in the middle-aged Confucian scholar's hand was made of some strange material.

In terms of hardness, it is no less than ordinary famous swords.

Even the light steel sharp sword, coupled with his sword skills, failed to break the tome.

Boom!

The next moment, a turbulent air wave swept out from the two of them as the origin, and the gowns and white clothes rattled, like a hurricane blowing.

In an instant, accept the move.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar took three steps backwards, trying to stabilize his figure.

Xia An remained motionless, standing tall.

"As expected of Xia Catching God, stronger than I imagined."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar's expression froze slightly, and he praised.

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"You are weaker than I imagined." Xia An chuckled.

After all, Ren Yingying's strength is a little lower, and her judgment on middle-aged Confucian scholars is slightly wrong.

Although this person's strength is high, but compared to Yaoyue before the breakthrough, he is half a chip weaker.

He should be siblings with Wang Chongyang.

Among the masters, it is the top existence, but it has not yet reached the level of a half-step grand master.

At least his physique is only at the master level.

"That really disappoints Xia Chushen." The middle-aged Confucian scholar sneered.

"Not to mention."