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Chapter 223: Just captured a few demons, and subdued a few more demons

 "Qin Ling is back!"

Li Yan stretched out his hand, and the eagle flew down, landed on his arm, and chirped.

Li Yan actually didn't understand it, but when he saw the strong desire, he nodded from time to time.

Yang Zaiwei was shocked when he saw it: "Did you train this eagle?"

Li Yan said: "Yes, it's very spiritual. I'm very good at it!"

The eagle suddenly stopped, tilted its head, and stayed on the arm for a while before jumping up again...

Yang Zaiwei had to admit: "It is indeed spiritual, and I know how to be grateful!"

He looked at the lion cock under Li Yan's crotch again, and after all he couldn't contain his curiosity: "You are able to have such martial arts at such a young age, and you can also investigate cases and tame animals. Who did you learn it from?"

Li Yan smiled: "I have a lot of talent."

Yang Zaiwei curled his lips: "Hey, that's so amazing!"

Li Yan touched Ying'er and his eyes became solemn: "It will take some time for Qinling's army to arrive at the royal city, but the return of the elite secret guards will probably be a big trouble!"

Yang Zaiwei sneered and said: "Don't worry about the life and death of the other three Ru, you only need to hold Sun Poru, wait for the armored soldiers to be in place, kill all the Ya people, rescue the abducted women and children, and see who the elite secret guards will help next! After all, it's

Born as a domestic slave, a group of barbarians, with no background, you still want to learn internal defense?"

Li Yan glanced at him, nodded and said: "That's true, let's go!"

The two rode their horses and rushed towards the royal city.

The lion spread its hooves and ran freely. The horse under Yang Zaiwei's crotch was also a thousand-mile horse provided by Sun Poru, and it was not inferior by much.

After returning to Wei Ru as quickly as possible, the two met directly with Zhu Dan and came to Mo Nong Ruben.

At this time, Sun Po Ruruben was no longer the skinny old woman hiding in the tent. She had put on a battle robe, and was riding on a horse in high spirits, with a neat army behind her.

Seeing Li Yan and Yang Zaiwei approaching on horseback, Ru Ben, escorted by a female general, took the initiative to pat his horse and greet them: "Envoy Li, I'm here as promised!"

Li Yan handed over his hand: "Thank you, Mo Nong Ruben, for your help!"

Ru Ben shook his head slightly: "This is the woman who is rescuing me, Sun Bo. How can we help? I have brought six thousand guards, a total of five thousand soldiers, at the disposal of Ambassador Li!"

Li Yan said: "There is no need to dispatch Guiru's soldiers. They will be commanded by their respective heads of thousands households and wait for our signal!"

After Zhu Dan translated, the heads of thousands of households behind Ru Ben were obviously relieved and nodded one after another. Ru Ben also smiled: "Envoy Li is indeed different!"

Li Yan reminded: "Qinling's army has reached the border, and Ruben must beware of attacks by secret guards."

Ru Ben said sternly: "Envoy Li, please rest assured. I live in that dark tent, and what I am prepared for is assassination. I will be able to resist it for a while."

Li Yan looked at the crossbows around her, nodded and said, "That's good. When the eagle flies around and circles for three times before flying to the royal city, please lead the army and attack without hesitation!"

After the two parties agreed, Yang Zaiwei came over and said, "What do you want?"

Li Yandao: "Guri Qianhu and Sanan Qianhu are both die-hard loyalists of the Gar family. Even if Zanpu's order is given, they will not obey it at all. They will just take it!"

Yang Zaiwei smiled: "Are you also preparing to assassinate?"

Li Yan shook his head: "I am on the side of Qingjun, how do you call it an assassination?"

Yang Zaiwei's smile disappeared.

However, he thought for a while and said: "Li Yuanfang, if you keep Yang Zaisi safe, I will remove one of them for you and kill all the fangs inside. How about that?"

Li Yan nodded without hesitation: "Okay, we don't owe each other anything!"

Yang Zaiwei raised his eyebrows: "That's quite refreshing. When I was seriously injured a few days ago, you kept a close eye on me. Now you are not afraid that I will run away?"

Li Yan glanced at him: "How about we make a bet?"

Yang Zaiwei asked curiously: "What are you betting on?"

Li Yan smiled and said: "The two heads of thousands of households are under the protection of the group, let's see who can win faster? Whoever wins will promise the other party something that does not violate morality and is within their ability!"

Yang Zaiwei became energetic: "If you compete with me on this, you will definitely lose!"

Watching him quickly pat the horse's back, Li Yan shook his head and laughed: "Why fight for this little time? Good horse, hurry up!"

Lion Cong rushed out like lightning, and while he was flying at lightning speed, Li Yan began to think about Wei Shi Jin's combat skills in his mind.

His Secret Scroll of Consciousness-Only Power was obtained from the hidden compartment of the Buddha bone relic pedestal in Famen Temple.

The secret scroll details the methods of opening the first five consciousnesses and entering the realm of death to understand the sixth consciousness, but there are no tricks or techniques.

This is actually a bit like Bai Sheng Jin. As long as you practice it to the right level, you can use your hands and feet to make big moves, and you don't need to use any horizontal force like the corner strength, and the bow string strength will be full and continuous.

But after witnessing Yang Zaiyong's killing skills, Li Yan had to admit that the other party's use of Shiweijing skills indeed needed to be more in-depth.

It not only improves combat effectiveness, but also makes the five senses easier to understand, interconnected internally and externally, and complement each other.

Soon, Qianhu Camp arrived.

This is a heavily guarded camp, with trenches dug around it and numerous patrols.

The sound of drills inside resounded from all directions, and the aura of bravery made ordinary people dare not approach him.

Li Yan was not close. He looked at several vantage points with wide views around the camp and patted Ying'er who was lying on his shoulder fishing for fish: "Go ahead and show me the location of the secret sentry."

The eagle flapped its wings and flew into the sky, began to work, and soon began to circle.

Li Yan stretched out his hand to touch Hulu on his waist. An arrow was placed on the bowstring. His eyes shone, and there seemed to be a layer of radiance flowing faintly.

The movement of consciousness-only energy in the body is not an auxiliary this time, but has become the protagonist, completely based on this energy method.

"Whoosh!"

An arrow shot through the air like lightning, hitting the sentinel hiding in the dark.

The secret whistle fell down in response to the sound, killing him with one blow.

There was obviously time for betting, so Li Yan was not impatient and thought for a moment before looking at the second location pointed out by Ying'er.

His shooting speed became faster and faster, and with his eyes and ears fully activated, his style became more and more fierce.

The previous style of painting used external pressure as a temper and silently endured the storm.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At this moment, Master Tripitaka tore open his cassock and strode forward.

I just captured a few demons and subdued a few more demons. Why are there so many demons and ghosts?

He opened his bow like the wind, moved around the mountains, and fired arrows in succession, destroying all the hidden sentries outside.

"strong enough!"

The corners of Li Yan's mouth curled up.

There is no doubt that this kind of luck style is more suitable for him.

At the same time, one thing is also certain. Although it is extremely difficult to get started with Weishi Jin, which requires extremely high talent and training under external pressure, once you get into it, it is extremely tolerant.

Obviously Master Xuanzang hopes that future generations can carry forward these methods based on his foundation.

"As the master wishes!"

The power in Li Yan's body was working more and more smoothly. After taking care of all the secret whistles, he scanned around the camp, identified the weak points, and put the arrow on the bowstring.

Screams rang out, and the camp was alarmed.

Li Yan began to wait patiently.

Faced with such an attack, the thousands of households in this camp had two choices.

One is to be more vigilant and unable to retreat.

The other one...

Then I saw a burly man wearing a strong sword, protected by his own guards holding shields, and rushed out in large strides, shouting: "Who dares to come to my camp to cause trouble, you traitor?"

Li Yan listened carefully, eliminating the sounds of breathing, and finally focused on the heavy breathing of Qianhu in ancient times, writing down the unique breathing rhythm.

At the gate of the camp, seeing no one responding, he whispered from left to right: "Qianhu, the thieves are scared, let's go back. There have been many events these days. We can just wait until General Qinling comes back."

Guri Qianhu turned around and looked at the corpse on the ground, furious: "No coward dares to kill my soldiers, who of you is the best in archery? Go to Dongcheng, kill a few guards, and avenge my soldiers!"

"

Everyone's blood boiled when they heard this, and they all shouted: "Okay! Good!"

Obviously, the soldiers in this Qianhu Camp had no respect for Zampu, and they dared to storm the palace in anger. They were really unscrupulous.

But an even more unscrupulous scene came. Almost as soon as Guri Qianhu finished speaking, three arrows broke through the air and shot into the camp from the other side, hitting the throats of three other soldiers.

The two fell into the dust and were killed with one blow without even making a sound. One of them covered the arrow in his throat and tried to pull it out, but he could only make a gurgling sound of pain and finally died.

All the people around him gathered around, eyes wide open. Guri Qianhu's expression also changed dramatically, but he calmed down and walked towards the military camp under the cover of shields: "It seems that Zamp is preparing to launch a mutiny. We

Be careful of the Dongcheng Imperial Guards, don’t act rashly now, wait until General Qinling comes back.”

The guards on the left and right echoed: "Qianhu Yingming, once the general returns, Zampu will never dare to do anything wrong again."

Everyone entered the tent. The tent was not as cramped as Sun Poru's, but there were a lot of belongings piled around the central seat.

This is the most intuitive symbol of status, and it is also the custom of many tribes. They like to display wealth, take care of it in public, and reward it in public.

Guri Qianhu walked over at this time and grabbed a handful of golden beans: "You patrol carefully and be vigilant..."

Just as he was about to speak, the tip of a knife suddenly flew from the outside, passed through the pile of property accurately, and flashed with lightning speed.

Guri Qianhu's body froze, and he watched helplessly as the tip of the knife sank into his throat, and he drew it out without any delay.

The cold light passed by, the head flew up, and when the guards and soldiers pounced on him madly, there were only the corpses of thousands of households that had fallen down in the past, and a handsome figure retreating away.

Li Yan dodges, sprints all the way, rushes out of the camp along the planned road, gets on his horse, and rides away without looking back.

One hit and you can escape thousands of miles!



Half an hour later.

Yang Zaiwei galloped wildly, with a bloody head hanging on the saddle.

His eyes narrowed and he saw Li Yan's figure approaching quickly from a distance.

Yang Zaiwei was so anxious that he stepped up his efforts to pat the horse and rush to the place of separation first.

But at this moment, the eagle flew through the air, holding a bloody package in its mouth, and dropped it with a snap.

Yang Zaiwei stared at the dead head of Guri Qianhu, rolled a few times on the ground, stopped his horse and sighed:

"Li Yuanfang, I'm really convinced that you are the one!"


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