At this moment, Ding Chunqiu was a little confused. He suspected that the arithmetic method that his master taught him before was also fake. Why am I so good? I killed so many people and didn't die from exhaustion!
Unprecedentedly, Ding Chunqiu felt a little aggrieved. This feeling was very strange. The moment it appeared, he wanted to go home and complain to his master. But then he changed his mind and suddenly remembered that he had fallen out of favor. He couldn't help but feel a surge in his heart.
A kind of resentment!
Ding Chunqiu has been reaping the benefits of ovaries almost all his life. Because of his handsome appearance, he was selected by his master to become a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect when he was very young. He is regarded as a favorite among the entire Xiaoyao Sect. Master, Master, Uncle, and Master
Uncle gave him everything he had, and his senior brother also loved and cared for him. Therefore, he has hardly suffered any major hardships until now.
People in the Xiaoyao sect are very casual, and I feel that the name of the Xiaoyao sect is correct, so Ding Chunqiu's education is also a free-spirited one, the kind that teaches everything but not the three views of life.
Just like a pet dog, no matter what breed it is, it looks so cute and cute when it is young, but when it grows up, some dogs turn into vicious dogs that show their teeth and show off their teeth to people. Naturally, they will lose the love of their owners.
The last time he felt uncomfortable was when he discovered that his master no longer loved him.
I don’t know why, but the originally honest, honest and featureless senior brother gradually replaced his position in the master’s heart and became the master’s most beloved disciple. The elixirs, skills, and special skills were all given to the senior brother, and they should all belong to him.
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"Your name is Ding Chunqiu!"
A mocking shout interrupted Ding Chunqiu's not-so-good memories. When Ding Chunqiu came back to his senses, he looked towards the street and saw that most of the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect had been trampled to pulp by war horses.
The leader is a white horse with a silver spear, a green robe and a black cloak, his eyes are like stars, and his spirit is soaring, as if there is an inexhaustible fire in his chest. Pu will definitely be the most handsome boy in the entire Youzhou City as soon as he appears!
This young man is not old, and should be of the same generation as Ding Chunqiu, but the army behind him is much stronger than the rabble of the Xingxiu sect. The uniform black black armor, the uniform red tassel spear, and a faint aura condense into an indestructible sharp blade.
This is an iron army that has experienced hundreds of battles!
"Yang Wenguang!"
Ding Chunqiu was just vigilant, but the White-browed Eagle King revealed his opponent's identity with one word. He was Yang Wenguang, the grandson of the Western Marshal She Taijun, who should have been the deputy general by now.
Ding Chunqiu actually didn't have much of an overall view. He didn't understand that the world was inseparable from the court, and he didn't expect that he would be related to any western camp. But he had heard of Yang Wenguang's name. Of course, in comparison,
, his grandmother She Taijun and his mother Mu Guiying are more famous.
"Who are you? Why are you standing so high? Come down."
Yang Wenguang raised his head slightly as if he was a little uncomfortable, and his tone was calm and he didn't take the White-browed Eagle King seriously at all.
The members of the Sky Eagle Sect couldn't help but get angry when they heard this, but their discipline was much stronger than that of the Xingxiu Sect, and they would never act rashly before the leader spoke.
Surprisingly, the White-browed Eagle King actually landed lightly and clasped his fists slightly, "Sky Eagle teaches Yin Tianzheng, he has met General Yang, I don't know why the general is here..."
Yang Wenguang curled his lips boredly, as if he was regretting something, "It turns out to be the master of suffering. This general received information that a huge murder occurred here, and the impact was extremely bad, so he led troops from the camp all night long to eliminate the problem for the people.
Harmful!" He said and looked up again at Ding Chunqiu, who was already ashen-faced, "Sufferer, please stand aside for now and let me, the general, avenge you!"
The White-browed Eagle King is a little confused. Not only him, but also the Sky Eagle Cult and the surrounding melon-eaters are confused. You, a high-ranking general of Da Qin, came here with your army because of a grievance in the world? Do you think we will believe it?
?Are the elites behind you used to deal with Jianghu sects? Some people believe that they are used to suppress the Turks!
"Children of the Xingxiu Sect, the time has come for you to be tested. If you take Yang Wenguang's head, I will reward him with a unique skill! Kill him!"
Ding Chunqiu stood up straight, waved his feather fan fiercely with a commanding momentum, then roared a sentence and flew straight into the night without even looking at him.
The disciples of the Xingxiu Sect were obviously stimulated by the so-called secret knowledge. They raised their swords and rushed towards Yang Wenguang while shouting.
Yang Wenguang was a little surprised, and then he couldn't laugh or cry. Ding Chunqiu was so ferocious when he killed everyone, but he didn't expect to be so cowardly now. As for these minions of the Xingxiu Sect, he had never seen it.
Before Yang Wenguang could move, the cavalryman behind him had already raised the spear in his hand, and his movements were as uniform as a machine. With one movement, an infinite iron-blooded aura exploded, shocking most of Youzhou City and sending chills down their spines.
Wow!
The battle did not start, and the one-sided massacre that passers-by expected did not occur. The disciples of the Xingxiu Sect broke up in the middle of the run and got into a nearby alley. Their speed and skillful movements directly killed Yang Wenguang and the cavalry behind him.
They were all dumbfounded.
This... in some respects, is better trained than us!
Yang Wenguang did not complain along with the soldiers behind him. He put the spear on the hook very domineeringly and said, "Get my bow!"
The White-browed Eagle King frowned slightly and looked at Yang Wenguang with some confusion. Was this... showing off?
You must know that although bows and arrows are weapons of war, they are often not very effective against martial arts masters. Even those who specialize in this way rarely use bows and arrows to deal with innate masters. There is no other reason. Zhenqi defense can easily defeat them.
The lethality is weakened. Ordinary people will die if they are hit by an arrow, but a congenital expert may only be slightly injured by an arrow.
Yang Wenguang had a BMW on his crotch, but instead of chasing him he took a bow and arrow. He was letting go of the entire Pacific Ocean!
It was a bit perfunctory, Yang Wenguang said, "Bring me my bow", but he didn't have his own strong bow, which was incomparable to a professional like Zuo Zhou. It was just a hard bow handed over by a guard next to him.
Yang Wenguang had a playful smile on his lips, raised his angle slightly and shot an arrow.
Phew! This arrow... is really nothing to praise. Although it is very accurate, and the arrow is also packed with true energy, it just doesn't seem to have much momentum. In the final analysis, the White-browed Eagle King is right, he is just letting off steam.
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"Huh? Is this going to kill you?"
Yang Wenguang's expression changed. Why are you still hiding? He has withdrawn his strength. Is this the murderer who has killed everyone in his family?
Of course, Ding Chunqiu heard the strong wind behind him, but the problem was that he felt weak all over just as he was trying to avoid it. The severe pain in his chest radiated to his limbs, making him feel cold and numb. This was obviously a symptom of excessive blood loss.
It’s over, I’m going to die!
Ding! Yin!
At the critical moment, a pair of iron claws pinched the arrow fiercely. The powerful force of the Eagle Claw Kung Fu collided with the true energy, and after a flash of sparks, the arrow was stopped.
Ding Chunqiu breathed a sigh of relief, but when he turned around, he saw a young man wearing the uniform of a disciple of the Xingxiu Sect throwing away the arrow. He turned around, supported him, and started to rush out of the city.
I'm so touched. I thought that none of my disciples of the Xingxiu Sect had any heart. Who knew there was still a piece of rough... such a disgusting stubborn stone!