Two hundred and ninetieth chapters as if the original
The three ambassadors of Persian Mingjiao...
These three people, Ziqin, would not admit their mistakes. Whether it was stated in the original book or the Holy Fire Tokens in the hands of the three people at this moment, Ziqin had clearly informed Ziqin of their identities.
However, Ziqin always had a doubt about the appearance of these three people, that is, how did these three people know that Xie Xun was here.
Not to mention Persia, even in the martial arts circles of China, there are definitely not many people who know that Xie Xun is here.
Ziqin was puzzled, but did not speak for a while, and Xie Xun was even more disdainful of those three people. Considering how arrogant Xie Xun was, it was a joke that these three envoys wanted to order him with just the Holy Fire Order.
Different from the original work, in the original work, Xie Xun was emotionally agitated after the fight with Granny Jinhua, and only then did he pay attention to these three people. At this time, Xie Xun not only recognized Zhang Wuji as his adopted son, but also obtained the whereabouts and cure of Cheng Kun from Zi Qin.
The eyes made two promises, but it was really the happiest time in my life, but there was no time to pay attention to these three so-called Persian messengers.
Zhang Wuji is a person with no independent opinions. If he were to meet the Persian Ming Cult envoy alone, he would probably treat him politely immediately and even entrust the position of the leader of the Ming Cult to him. However, at this moment, Zi Qin and Xie Xun were nearby, Zhang Wuji
I chose silence.
After a long time, the three Persian envoys already looked annoyed because of the silence of several people, but Ziqin suddenly showed a smile.
"Didn't those people from the Middle-earth Beggar Clan tell you to be careful about me?"
Ziqin's voice was extremely joking, and the look he looked at the three envoys also had a hint of ridicule, which made the three envoys even more embarrassed.
Over the years, the Persian Mingjiao has gradually declined, but as an old-fashioned religion, it still has great influence, and the three envoys, as the top leaders of the Mingjiao, are even more powerful. Even if the disciples at the bottom are having a hard time, they are still majestic and majestic.
Those forces that had squeezed the Ming Cult into almost no place were also very polite to them, but they had never experienced the leisurely attitude Ziqin gave them at this moment. The expressions of the three envoys turned cold at that moment.
"Xie Xun, Mingjiao teaches that seeing the Holy Fire Order is like meeting the leader. If you don't worship the Holy Fire Order, are you apostasy?"
The third envoy's face was gloomy. The bearded Liuyun envoy suddenly turned his head and looked at Xie Xun again and shouted in a deep voice. This time, Xie Xun sneered.
"Seeing the Holy Fire Order is like meeting the leader, but Xie is just a blind man. How do you ask me to see the Holy Fire Order? Xie has been away from China for a long time, but I don't know when there will be a few more of these people in our Ming Cult."
Xie Xun said coldly, he was able to see Zhang Wuji today, and found Cheng Kun and the hope of curing his eyes. He was originally very happy, but he was too lazy to pay attention to Liu Yun and the other three envoys. However, after repeated pressure, he finally got excited
The pride in the heart of the Lion King.
"Xie Daxia, I think these three Persian bannermen don't know that there is a saying in the world that they use chicken feathers as command arrows. They only think that they can use the sacred fire command to command the heroes of the Ming Cult."
Ziqin chuckled and spoke to Xie Xun. After finishing his words, he suddenly turned to look at the three Persian envoys.
"Can you tell me how you got hooked up with the Beggar Clan?"
Zi Qin asked this question suddenly and used such insulting words as hook*. The Liuyun Envoy was angry because of Xie Xun's words. Suddenly, hearing Zi Qin's sarcastic words, he could hardly help but shout angrily.
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"The Beggar Clan and the Mingjiao are friends, friends who depend on each other for life and death."
However, Liuyunshi said these two sentences very smoothly. He glared at Ziqin with an extremely angry look, while Huiyueshi and Miaofengshi behind him also had the same expression as him.
Hearing Liu Yunshi's words, Ziqin's heart suddenly clicked. The Persian Ming Cult and the Beggar Clan were life-and-death friends, and I'm afraid there's a lot to be said about this.
The Beggar Gang is a top-level gang in China that has existed since the Tang Dynasty. It has gone through hundreds of years. This history is unmatched by Shaolin and Wudang.
How far these hundreds of years are enough for a gang to develop was something Ziqin had never thought about before. In fact, no one in the world of martial arts would think about it.
Shaolin Wudang was a sect that lasted for hundreds of years, but it was still limited to China. This made Ziqin never think about whether the Beggar Gang would develop outside the country.
Unlike other martial arts sects, the Beggar Gang is more mobile. To exaggerate, it would be an exaggeration to say that wherever there is a begging place in the world, there are disciples of the Beggar Gang. In addition, since the Tang Dynasty, the Beggar Gang has been involved in the external battles in the Central Plains. This
Super gangs never developed.
The most important thing is the Holy Fire Token. Ziqin still remembers that he returned it to the Ming Cult of China, but there is no way that the Persian Ming Cult came to retrieve it from the Ming Cult in China.
Ziqin, who is familiar with the original work, naturally knows that what the Persian Mingjiao needs most at this time is the Great Shift of the Universe from the Middle-earth Mingjiao, not the Holy Fire Order. If the Persian Mingjiao can take the Holy Fire Order from the Middle Earth, I am afraid that the idea of the Great Shift of the Universe has already been prepared.
Take away.
Perhaps when the Southern Song Dynasty collapsed, a team of beggars did indeed leave China and go to Persia carrying the Holy Fire Order.
Or which one is the real strength of the Beggar Gang?
Ziqin's heart suddenly became enlightened, and he began to understand some things that he had never thought of before. Over the past hundreds of years, the Beggar Clan was most famous for its chivalry, but few people knew what the Beggar Clan relied on to participate in the national war.
A gang with hundreds of thousands of people is certainly unmatched by any sect in the martial arts world, but it is nothing in a national war. Therefore, it is impossible for the Beggar Gang to participate in a war between countries relying on its numbers.
Then, the only thing that can allow the Beggar Gang to participate in the national war is a feature that everyone has forgotten about the Beggar Gang, intelligence.
Disciples of the Beggar Clan are spread all over the world, and they are divided into two factions: Pure Clothes and Dirty Clothes. The Beggar Clan’s intelligence network is probably rare in the world. A beggar who looks like a mangy dog on the roadside is a Beggar Clan disciple, and another is a member of the Central Committee.
Rich businessmen who play in brothels and prostitutes may also be disciples of the Beggar Clan. Under such a network, the intelligence network of the Beggar Clan will be so powerful.
Ziqin couldn't stop thinking in his mind. Gradually, the intelligence agency of the Beggar Clan in his mind was gradually connected with another thing that he knew well. It was the Ming Dynasty intelligence agency established by Zhu Chong eight days later, Jin Yiwei.
Perhaps Zhu Yuanzhang's Jin Yiwei was formed based on the intelligence agency of the Beggar Clan.
Ziqin's heart moved slightly. These things were just his thoughts at this time, but he didn't know whether they were facts. Even if they were facts, this matter didn't seem to have much to do with him, but Ziqin analyzed it instinctively.
come out.
After analyzing this, Ziqin suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Xie Xun.
"Xie Daxia, let me ask you something. Is there anything in this world that would make you, the left and right envoys of the Ming Cult, together with the four kings and the five great Sanren, leave the Middle Earth for a foreign land?"
Ziqin looked at Xie Xun and suddenly heard that this time it was the three ambassadors of the Persian Ming Cult and the Twelve Treasure Tree King who came to China at the same time. This was obviously extremely abnormal.
"Unless our Mingjiao is on the verge of extinction in the Middle Earth and plans to move to a foreign land, however, if it were our Mingjiao in the Middle Earth, we would not flee to a foreign land even if we die in battle."
Xie Xun was stunned for a moment and then spoke. He was a very smart person, but he realized something as soon as Ziqin said the words. After explaining, he couldn't help but mocked in a cold voice.
The third Persian envoy looked even more grim, but Ziqin laughed.
At this point, Ziqin finally understood the relationship. At the same time, he also thought about the situation in Persia at this moment. Persia at this moment is still called the Ilkhanate, but it is also a country under the rule of the Mongols. However, Arabia has already
With the rise of the Byzantine Empire and Islam, I am afraid that they are extending their ferocious claws towards Persia.
Not to mention the strength of the empire, but the overall strength of the Persian Mingjiao leader who has lost his advanced martial arts such as the Great Shift of the Universe is far inferior to Islam. This time, the three Persian envoys and the King of Twelve Treasure Trees came to China in the spirit of the Great Shift of the Universe.
Come.
"It turns out he's just a lost dog. I wonder what kind of big shot the Persian Ming Cult leader can have."
Ziqin sneered, took out the silk book from the Yitian Sword and threw it to Ding Minjun, and threw the silk book from the Dragon Slaying Sword to Zhang Wuji, then turned his hands and lifted up the half-cut Yitian Sword and the Dragon Slaying Sword one by one.
"Three of you, you were beaten to death by Islam in Persia. Do you think you can be unscrupulous in China? But it is really ridiculous."
Ziqin displayed his sword and took the lead before waiting for the three Persian envoys to respond.
Both the Yitian Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Sword are only half in length. However, these two swords are still the most powerful weapons in the world, and they are not under the command of the Holy Fire.
Ziqin struck out with his sword, and the figures of the three Persian envoys immediately dispersed.
The movement skills of the three envoys are extremely weird, and the cooperation between the three is even more ingenious. Originally, the skills of the three of them were only sub-class at best, but due to their weird movement skills and mutual cooperation, they have the strength of top masters.
It is not that Ziqin has never seen the martial arts on this Holy Fire Order, and the three Persian envoys are also unlucky. Originally, with the magical mental skills on this Holy Fire Order, they met first-class masters, such as Zhang Wuji, and even Zhang Sanfeng.
There are other beings who can take advantage, but by chance they bump into people like Ziqin who know the martial arts of the Holy Fire Order very well.
After several exchanges of moves, the three Persian envoys were already in danger. There were looks of horror in the eyes of the three of them. Suddenly, the cloud envoy among them suddenly let out a sharp roar.
Just as the Liuyunshi whistle started, a corresponding whistle appeared not far away from the island.
"Master He, please capture these three people."
As soon as the whistle started, Xie Xun's anxious voice also sounded.
Ziqin was stunned for a moment, and then thought of Grandma Jinhua and Zhuer. This small Spirit Snake Island was surrounded by countless warships at this moment. Except for the elites of the Beggar Gang, the Persian Ming Cult came out in full force. The Golden Flower Island
Although my mother-in-law was good at martial arts, there was no way she could escape.
However, although these three envoys are not low in status, they are not as good as the Twelve Treasure Tree King.
Ziqin's heart suddenly sank, but his eyes subconsciously looked at Xiao Zhao, who was close to Zhang Wuji. Maybe it was this little girl who could make the Ming Cult followers in Persia retreat when something happened.
It’s just that he is a decent man and knows the plot well, but how can he be as cowardly as Zhang Wuji in the original work and rely on a teenage girl to save his life. (To be continued.
