Saying goodbye to Kotaro, Han Baiyi soared up into the clouds and mist, and wandered to an aerial corridor.
While on the road, Han Baiyi was still thinking about persimmons.
Kotaro is a large, retarded child who belongs to a military unit called "Taro Soldiers". He is huge and plump, and because of his extremely low intelligence, he is easy to manage.
According to wolf experts, these Tarang soldiers grew so strong because they ate persimmons.
This incident was also mentioned in the character plot of Tarang Bing.
Similarly, the fake Oiko, who is the highest-ranking figure in Senhoji Temple, can replenish her energy by eating persimmons after exhausting her energy by making rice.
Therefore, while playing games, Han Baiyi had always wanted to know what their 'persimmon' was.
He didn't believe that ordinary persimmons could restore people's extraordinary abilities.
But since Kotaro doesn't have a Taro persimmon yet, it means that he picked that persimmon later.
Of course, Han Baiyi might be asked to eat Taro persimmon now, but he wouldn't dare to eat it.
After all, it was picked off by a dead person, so thinking about it always makes me feel weird and awkward.
Moreover, there is no rush for this side quest. His first priority is to go to the fake royal son, that is, the transformed royal child to obtain the red immortal sword "Tears of Worship".
The suspended corridor erected between the cliffs in front of you is the only official way to enter Xianfeng Temple. This place is also called the Cultivation Daochang Bridge.
Han Baiyi knew clearly that there was a caretaker above.
Boom.
Boom.
A warrior wearing steel armor and carrying a sword with a door panel walked towards Han Baiyi's direction.
Sizzling......
The sword on the door panel dragged on the wooden floor, making a harsh sound.
"...four hundred and forty-seven."
The whole body is covered by an iron helmet, including the head and ankles. Only the joints are left with room for movement. The door panel sword in his hand is 1.23 meters long. The width of two adult palms together seems to be enough.
It weighs ten kilograms.
Looking at the opponent's figure of more than two meters tall, a suit of armor and weapons is estimated to weigh more than 200 kilograms. He is extremely powerful.
The armored warrior raised the giant sword horizontally, and the sword weighing dozens of kilograms seemed as light as nothing in his hand.
The sound came out of the armor, and the sound was dull and heavy, like a vibrating drum.
"For my son."
"Put down that knife."
Han Baiyi stretched out his five fingers and pressed them on the handle of Kwan Wan. Faced with such a heavy weapon, he had to use the hardest knife to fight against it.
The voice is equally low.
"It can't be done."
"Extremely stupid."
'Bang'
The armored warrior's feet shook, and the wooden floor shattered. The airtight wooden long bridge corridor around him seemed to shake when he stepped on it. It was obviously wrapped in nearly two hundred kilograms of heavy iron armor, but it was still very fast.
, like a mad wild boar scurrying across the long bridge.
Han Baiyi's expression remained unchanged in the face of the armored warrior's impact, and the heavy sword pressure did not change his expression at all.
The left foot is slightly lowered, and the right foot is circled and stepped back. The movement is as graceful as a matador, waving the wedge ball and passing by the armored warrior.
‘Dang Dang Dang’
Chuimaru fell down under the influence of inertia. Han Baiyi's sword skills had been honed in countless life-and-death battles. At the moment when they just brushed against each other, he slashed three times on the armored warrior, each sword following a seemingly smooth path.
The empty joints fell apart.
However, the feeling that returned to the palm of my hand was a shock as if metal had been struck.
Sparks flickered between the blade and the armor.
Han Baiyi's pupils narrowed.
Although he failed to achieve the goal within three swords, Han Baiyi still kept calm and kicked the armored warrior's ankle like a whirlwind, blocking him for a moment, and then quickly retreated with neat steps.
Move the blade forward and regroup.
Although the armored warrior was blocked for a few seconds by Han Baiyi's heavy blow, he was wearing iron armor after all. Even if he was hit, he would only receive a blunt blow through the iron armor. With his strong body, he quickly recovered.
.
The sword was raised again.
The eyes hidden under the iron armor became sharp unconsciously.
Han Baiyi carried Chuan Wan casually and said in a relaxed tone:
"Your son? Are you also here to find someone?"
"Since we are enemies, there is no need to say anything. I must defeat you and get your sword."
The armored warrior said in a cold tone.
Han Baiyi patiently tried to negotiate with him:
"Take my sword? Is this a test given to you by Xianfeng Temple?"
The armored warrior remained silent, just staring at him, always waiting for his flaw.
However, this young man was only in his twenties. He just stood there casually, but he was full of momentum, as if he had experienced countless life and death battles and could handle a surprise attack at any time. There was no flaw to speak of.
Han Baiyi continued to talk patiently.
He didn't really want to kill this man.
The armored warrior in front of me is a Westerner who came a long way from the ship.
Because his son Robert was injured on the ship and contracted an illness that could not be cured, in order to cure his son's body, the man heard rumors from nowhere and learned that there was a method of immortality in Xianfeng Temple, so he sent his son Robert to the "Bian Ruo".
Son', that is, in the team of 'fake royal son'.
That is, the children's team that Kotaro escorted.
In exchange for this, the armored samurai guarded this place and passed the test of the Senbon Sword.
The so-called Senbon Sword is to guard here, defeat a thousand people who come to break into Xianfeng Temple, kill them, and obtain their swords.
Until a thousand.
The reason why you have to kill them before taking the sword is because of Yingzhou's original samurai culture. Weapons are part of the samurai's body. If the weapon is taken away, it will be the greatest shame. Those with strong self-esteem may even commit suicide because of it.
Therefore, if you want to get the knife, you must kill the opponent, which has become a necessary choice.
However, even though the armored warrior worked so hard to obtain hundreds of swords and defeated countless opponents for more than ten years, all his efforts were in vain.
He didn't know that his son Robert had died long ago.
Died in the experiment of Son of Change.
Of all the children who were used in the experiment, only the current one survived.
The son of transformation was not his son.
But a girl.
This feeling is as tragic as if the husband took on a huge loan that cost his life to buy a house, but his wife cheated on him 800 times in the house he worked so hard for, and then turned around and sold the house, taking the money and running away.
He has nothing left.
Precisely because he knew that this was a tragic figure who struggled to death, Han Baiyi tried to persuade him to surrender.
The armored swordsman was still staring at him intently.
Han Baiyi thought for a while, then suddenly looked up at him, pretending to be confused and asked:
"Could it be that you are also here for the power of the Son of Change?"
The armored swordsman was stunned at first, and then his expression under the armor suddenly turned into ecstasy.
"Son of Changruo?!"
"You mean, the Son of Change is a success!"
As an armored swordsman guarding the Senbon Sword, of course he knew what his son was going to do, and he might even have met his son in the laboratory. Otherwise, he would not have been able to stop the intruder here for Xianfeng Temple in a down-to-earth manner.
to protect his son from death.
Han Baiyi nodded pretendingly:
"Don't you know? There are rumors outside that the Son of Change has the ability to make people immortal. The reason why I came here is to seek this power."
"Speaking of the Son of Change, it's really miserable..."
"I heard that dozens of children were tested together, but only one survived in the end."
The armored swordsman's body was trembling with excitement. Hearing these words, it felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him.
With trembling eyes, he stared straight at Han Baiyi, waiting for his next words.
Like a sinner waiting for the guillotine to fall from his head.
Han Baiyi would never let down other people's hopes and smashed his illusions with one final word.