The middle-aged man's eyes were as bright as lightning, and he said coldly: "Assisting the tyrants to do evil is a crime worthy of death!"
As he spoke, he suddenly arrived in front of Li Muchan and struck down with a single palm. He was so powerful that he wanted to strike Li Muchan to death with one strike.
This palm was fierce and fast, and he was in front of Li Muchan in an instant.
Li Muchan floated behind him, shook his head and said: "As a citizen of Dayan, if you assassinate General Dayan, isn't it a favor to Dong Chu?"
As he spoke, his feet moved lightly as he dodged.
General Hua looked even more puzzled, but said nothing. He just stared at Li Muchan, wanting to see what happened.
The middle-aged man sneered again and again, and stamped his palms one after another with murderous intent, as if he was attacking an sworn enemy, pressing forward step by step.
Li Muchan kept dodging, seemingly unable to fight back.
General Hua put down his book, put his hands behind his hands and came to the Xuan case. He watched the two men fighting carefully, frowning and staring at the middle-aged man with a solemn expression.
He thought to himself that it would be difficult for him to deal with it. This middle-aged man's moves were fast, cruel, and cunning. At first glance, strength seemed to be better than skill, but in reality he was deceitful and difficult to guard against.
If it were him, he would have been attacked long ago, but Master Mingkong was able to do it with ease. It seemed that Master Mingkong was not only powerful in arrows, but also in martial arts, far superior to me.
Li Muchan kept his feet on his feet, staring at the middle-aged man's eyes, frowning and thinking, as if he had a problem in his mind and could not make a decision, he said in a deep voice: "If you really hurt the general, the army outside the city will take advantage of the chaos to attack, and the people will be in trouble.
, aren’t you a sinner?”
The middle-aged man sneered: "One general is incompetent and the three armies are exhausted. Without him, how could the Dongchu people reach the outside of Shenguang City? How could the people be killed?... He deserves to die!"
Li Muchan said calmly: "You were instigated and encouraged to come here, right?... The Dongchu people succeeded in assassinating the general. The general was seriously injured and fell into a coma. The Shenguang Camp was leaderless, so the Dongchu people took advantage of it. Now the general wakes up
, they couldn't take advantage anymore, so they tried their old tricks again!... Hey, you are playing into the heart of the Chu people in the Middle East!... It hurts the relatives, and the enemies are happy, nothing could be more stupid!"
The middle-aged man was unmoved and snorted coldly: "I don't care so much, kill this bullshit general and replace him with a better one, so that we can drive away the Dongchu brats!"
Li Muchan shook his head: "How do you know that the other person will definitely be stronger than the general?"
The middle-aged man said nonchalantly: "If it's not as good as him, I'll kill him again!"
His moves became tighter, and the whistling wind caused monk Li Muchan's robe to flutter.
Li Muchan said: "Killing a general is a serious crime of confiscating a family and exterminating a clan. Judging from your appearance, you are not alone. Aren't you afraid of injuring your family and relatives?"
The middle-aged man hummed: "I'll die if I die. If I can do something for the people, it's worth dying!"
Li Muchan shook his head: "I feel complacent about being used by others, alas..."
General Hua also frowned at this time, vaguely understanding.
No wonder Master Mingkong is hesitant, but this man is too weird. He has a heart for the people, but the things he can do cannot be admired. Looking at him, his eyes are filled with cold electricity. He is also a smart man, but he is
Self-righteous stupidity.
When meeting such a guy, it's really hard to laugh. Let him go, it's too easy for him, kill him, it's a bit unbearable.
He sighed and shook his head.
While Li Muchan was avoiding the situation, he was explaining to the middle-aged man in a long-winded way. He was really speaking like an eminent monk trying to save people.
The middle-aged man argued with him coldly, his hands kept moving, his moves were fierce and powerful.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of moves passed.
Suddenly, Li Muchan nocked an arrow from his bow and shot an arrow at General Hua. Before he could move, the arrow disappeared before his eyes and he froze.
At this moment, he felt as if he was facing death. A deep cold air came from his back and spread, freezing his heart and body.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and he trembled, woke up, and turned around to look back.
A thin man fell to the ground. His hair was yellow and slightly curled. General Hua knew he was from Dongchu at a glance. He was only two steps away from him.
The cold air just now came not from Master Mingkong's arrow, but from the Dongchu man in front of him. Apparently, he had already delivered a fatal blow.
If it hadn't been for Master Mingkong's arrow, his life would have been hard to escape.
Master Mingkong's back is turned to him, but he can see the situation behind him and save himself in a critical moment. This kind of magic is indeed mysterious and mysterious.
Li Muchan turned around and said, "You see, this person followed you in!"
The middle-aged man frowned, his face was cold, and he stared at the Dongchu man who fell on the ground, gritting his teeth: "I hate others taking advantage of me the most in my life!"
He dodged, quickly arrived in front of the Dongchu man, and kicked him away.
Li Muchan flicked his sleeves, and there was a muffled "bang" sound. The middle-aged man's foot stopped, as if it had been kicked against an invisible wall, and the sound was dull.
Li Muchan flicked his sleeves again, and the Dongchu man flew out.
"You——!" the middle-aged man was furious.
Li Muchan said: "How did you break this formation?"
The middle-aged man said coldly: "Why should I tell you?"
Li Muchan shook his head and looked at him: "You probably didn't find the path on your own. You were guided by an expert, right? Which expert?"
"Fart!" the middle-aged man was furious and sneered: "You look down on others! This little gossip enchantment array is just a trick, I can see through it at a glance!"
Li Muchan smiled, shook his head and said: "Impossible. How can someone like you, who is easily used by others, be able to crack the Bagua Enchanting Formation!"
The middle-aged man's face turned red and he said bitterly: "I am not being used, and it has nothing to do with Qimen Dunjia!"
Li Muchan shook his head and sighed: "You didn't notice such a simple method, which is really shameful."
"Hmph, I'm not good at understanding people, but my Qi Men Dun Jia, although I dare not say that I am the best in the world, is still one of the few. The small Bagua Ecstasy Formation is not worth mentioning!" the middle-aged man said proudly.
Li Muchan turned to look at General Hua: "General, how are you doing?"
"Well, accept him." General Hua nodded.
At this time, he already understood why Li Muchan kept nagging, insisted on explaining things to the middle-aged man, and spoke so many words just to subdue this man.
The middle-aged man sneered: "How do you do it?"
Li Muchan said: "How about going to the general's tent and becoming a counselor?"
"I don't want to fart!" The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed and his eyes widened: "I can't wait to kill this stupid general!"
Li Muchan shook his head and said: "You assassinated yourself in vain. Your crime is extremely heinous, and it will affect your family. You'd better think about it carefully and don't refuse in a hurry."
"Stop talking nonsense, I'm going to go!" The middle-aged man sneered, turned around and left.
Li Muchan shook his head and smiled. With a flick of his sleeve, his strength suddenly surged out like a wave. The middle-aged man felt something bad, so he turned around and pushed his palm.
There was a muffled "bang" sound, and his body swayed as if he was drunk. He staggered four steps forward before trying his best to steady himself.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Don't you know your surname?"
"I won't tell you that!" The middle-aged man swallowed hard, his throat rolled, and he swallowed the blood, his voice became dry.
Li Muchan shook his head and sighed: "Sigh... If you don't have to drink wine as a penalty, why bother?"
As soon as he moved his hands, there was a muffled "bang" sound, the bowstring trembled, and a short arrow had already shot into the middle-aged man's shoulder.
There was another muffled "bang" sound, and he fell straight down, landing sideways and hitting his head on the ground.
Li Muchan shook his head and retracted the arrow, turned around and smiled bitterly: "General, this guy is really stubborn, so we can only take his time."
"That's fine." General Hua nodded and said with a smile: "The art of Qimen Dunjia is extremely mysterious. He is proficient in it, and he seems to be extremely smart."
Li Muchan nodded: "Well, he was focused on Qi Men Dun Jia and ignored the worldly wisdom."
Li Muchan has seen many such people, especially in later generations. This is obviously high IQ and low EQ, which is normal.
General Hua looked down at the middle-aged man and sighed: "It is not easy to get him to serve."
The middle-aged man had passed out and looked peaceful.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Put it on me. No matter what, I can't let this kind of talent go."
"Well, thank you, Master." General Hua said with a smile.
He changed his title unknowingly, no longer directly calling him Mingkong, but calling him master. Li Muchan didn't care, the name was just the last part.
The middle-aged man had a tough mouth and was taken to a nearby tent without anyone watching him. But as soon as he stepped out of the tent, an arrow would fly from the sky and hit his shoulder, making him unable to escape.
He didn't believe in evil, so he insisted on breaking out. He tried many methods, including using light skills like a gust of wind to get out of the tent quickly, or slowly moving out of the tent step by step, silently, or throwing out a piece of clothing first.
Then he followed behind silently.
But these were of no use. As soon as his head came out of the tent, a shot suddenly appeared and stabbed into his left shoulder, and it was the same wound.
No matter what method he used, as soon as he got out of the tent and raised his head, the arrow would appear on his shoulder. At first, he was furious and unconvinced several times, and insisted on breaking out. The more frustrated he became, the more courageous he became. After ten times, he gradually became more honest.
When I got down, I felt cold all over.
He was secretly shocked, this arrow was really like a ghost, it was unavoidable, incredibly fast, it came silently, and there was no room for escape.
This was inserted into the shoulder, but if it had been inserted into the heart, his life would have been long gone.
The most annoying thing is that the archer is sitting in the tent. He can see his every move without having to stare. His archery skills are simply amazing.
He was still unconvinced before, but now he understands how terrifying Li Muchan is. If he wants to kill himself, one arrow is enough.
Two days later, Li Muchan showed up and had a long conversation with him, talking about everything from the country's righteousness to his personal virtues and talents, and his words were full of witty remarks.
The middle-aged man's name is Zhang Anping. Although he has a stubborn temper, he respects those who have the ability and hates those who have no ability the most.