These people appear like killers, but they are not wearing the night clothes that killers usually wear, but the clothes of peasant disciples.

Amidst Zhang Han's vigilance, someone spoke up:

"Ancestor Shennong tasted all kinds of herbs and gained many harvests. This is one of them."

"The name of this fragrance is——Under the Peony Flowers!"

Following the sound, Zhang Han also noticed the cause of his poisoning - an incense stick that was lit in the house at an unknown time.

The toxins probably come from the smoke from burning incense sticks.

"Are you...from Shennongtang?"

"Zhu family?"

Zhang Han determined the origin of these people dressed as peasant disciples.

The other party also admitted frankly, "Hall Master Zhu asked me to wait and send you on your way."

His admission allowed Zhang Han to truly confirm their identities and responded with a sneer:

"I can still tell clearly whether it's under the peonies at the farmer's house or the dream of thousands of spiders in the net."

The other party stopped talking nonsense and said, "Do it!"

Regardless of whether you can tell the difference clearly, when you die, it doesn’t matter who killed you.

The next moment, a group of people surrounded him.

Zhang Han was not a swordsman in the true sense, but the lack of weapons still had a serious impact on him. Within a few moves, he was stabbed in the stomach by the swords of two assassins.

A sharp pain hit him, his vision went dark, and he suddenly woke up from the room.

Looking at the familiar environment around him, Zhang Han was stunned.

"Is it a dream?"

Was the assassination just now just a nightmare?

However, when he woke up this time, the situation he faced seemed not much different from before. The room was dark and there was no sound except himself.

He stood up and opened the door. The entire corridor was dark, dark and empty.

At least there were corpses of armor-piercing soldiers before, but this time even the corpses were gone.

Zhang Han turned around and saw the burning incense again.

Although he didn't know if it was useful, Zhang Han picked up a pen on the desk next to him and threw it out, smashing the incense stick into pieces.

Then, the atmosphere suddenly changed, and the door behind him closed automatically again.

Zhang Han looked back in shock and saw nothing, but a deep voice sounded from all directions:

"If a person is killed in a dream, will he really...never wake up again?"

The voice gradually became clearer at the end, and Zhang Han finally determined that the voice came from... behind him.

He turned around and saw a figure standing behind him.

Zhang Han didn't dare to look carefully, and immediately jumped back to distance himself.

In the process, he also saw clearly who was coming.

Wearing an Imperial Guard armor and holding a big sword in his hand, he is Luowang's number one Tianzi first-class assassin——

"Cover the sun!"

Zhang Han's heart skipped a beat.

Facing the Tianzi Killer without weapons is no different from committing suicide!

………………

Daze Mountain, outside the Tomb of the Six Sages of Emperor Yan.

As the stalemate between the farmers and Guigu Zongheng continued, time passed away little by little. At this time, the sun was already heading west and the sunlight was gradually dimming.

In the silence, a farmer's disciple stumbled in from outside the valley.

Although this scene had a sense of déjà vu, no one doubted whether this disciple was someone else in disguise.

Because they all clearly saw several crossbow arrows stuck in his back.

"Dear hall masters!" The visitor shouted as loud as he could, but his weak body had no strength left.

Situ Wanli, who was the closest, hurriedly stepped forward to meet him, but before he could help him, he fell to the ground first.

After being helped up by Situ Wanli, he reported with trembling lips, "The Empire... A large number of Imperial troops have surrounded the entire Daze Mountain. Brothers... suffered heavy casualties."

After saying one sentence, he held on for a breath and let it go. He tilted his head and died on the spot.

Hearing the news, everyone in the farmer's family reacted differently, either shocked or angry.

There are also happy ones, such as Tian Mi.

Tian Yan remained calm, not anxious at all, and also signaled to others to be calm.

Things have to be handled one by one, and the attack of the imperial army must be dealt with, but the key now is to determine the position of the hero first.

Otherwise, how to deal with the imperial army?

Do the six halls fight on their own?

How is that different from suicide?

Anyone with a sound mind knows this, so even though they were impatient, Tian Hu and the others still managed to endure it.

Then, Tian Yan continued to target Guigu Zongheng:

"You are unable to fight against the empire. Now you want to recruit one hundred thousand disciples from the peasant family to become the swords in your hands and fight with the imperial army!"

This is very inexplicable.

Wang Li's army has arrived. Even if Gai Nie and the others do not interfere with the peasant family's affairs, the peasant family will still have to fight with the imperial army.

This is a case of forcibly denouncing someone regardless of their status.

Regarding this, Wei Zhuang Gai Nie looked calm and said it didn't matter.

Tian Yan's gaze at this time was directed at the hollowed-out sword stuck on the ground. He raised his hand and made a move in the air. The pink zhenqi with a golden light lingered and flowed, and he pulled the hollowed-out sword into his palm through the air.

Then he swung his sword and the sword energy rippled in all directions, bringing up a strong wind.

This scene shocked many people.

Everyone present was not a mediocre player, and they could all feel how sharp and sharp the sword energy was when Tian Yan's sword was swung.

This kind of strength is not inferior to any of them.

Is this still the generally recognized sickly girl?

The most dumbfounded person was Tian Hu. He felt as if he had just met his niece today.

Tian Yan, who showed his true strength, raised his hand and tore off the cloak that was in the way. At the same time, he also removed the seven-star bead grass worn on his chest. He jumped backwards and jumped to the top of the stone steps at the entrance of Emperor Yan's Liuxian Tomb.

, looking at the people in the farmhouse below, he said solemnly:

"The survival or destruction of the farm family depends on today!"

………………

At the same time, many areas outside Daze Mountain have been caught in the flames of war.

Wang Li's armor-piercing soldiers gradually gathered together in an orderly manner to complete the encirclement, occupying the most critical favorable terrain.

And the peasant disciples they encountered who didn't even have leaders were unable to compete with them, and were easily slaughtered like lambs waiting for the slaughter.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The original beautiful environment of Daze Mountain with abundant water and trees was quickly replaced by a large amount of burned vegetation, red-stained rivers, and large swaths of corpses.

And this is just the prelude, the preliminary preparations for the attack by the armor-piercing soldiers, which has already caused the peasant family to be completely defeated.

Of course, almost all the leaders of the six halls were absent, the loss of high-level command, and the suddenness of the attack were also the main reasons for the collapse of the farmhouse.

However, it still vividly demonstrated the gap in combat power between the two sides.

This is why Gu Xun and others found it very difficult when they realized that the peasants were going to confront the armor-piercing soldiers head-on.

The so-called 100,000 disciples and the so-called Dize Formation are, to be honest, closer to gimmicks. It is hard to say how effective they can really be.

If one hundred thousand disciples cannot be effectively, strictly and completely organized, then there is not much difference from one hundred thousand pigs, let alone formations and so on.

Uh... maybe not as good as a pig.

Pigs will at least go crazy when attacked, while humans... may just be frightened and unable to control themselves.

At a high point on a mountain wall, Wang Li, riding a horse, looked down at the gradually chaotic Daze Mountain and showed a heartfelt smile of satisfaction:

"Hahaha... It's such a good weather for murder and meritorious deeds!"

In fact, it was almost dusk now, and the weather was not good or bad at all.

Wang Li's happiness came entirely from the 100,000 heads he thought he was about to get.

Not to mention the fact that wars are dwindling now, even when his grandfather and father were still active and the Seven Kingdoms coexisted, this was not a small number.
To be continued...