Originally, this was just a remote town with little resources, no fertile land, and no special products.
With the overhaul of the railway, it became a railway junction and began to prosper.
At this moment, about thirty miles away from the train station, a dozen carriages were moving forward, as if they were moving. Sitting on the carriage was an old Confucian scholar with true energy fluctuations on his body, and he was an innate warrior.
There are more than a dozen guards around, their cultivation levels vary from acquired to innate, one of them is a Grandmaster.
The carriage looked simple and plain on the outside, but it was extremely luxurious inside. The guards around it looked around nervously.
The owner of the team, named Zhao Jian, is in his fifties, but he is full of energy and has an air of elegance.
At this moment, there was an anxious look in his eyes.
Not long ago, I offended someone and now I am fleeing.
Next to him, there sat a beautiful woman, a rich young lady, and an injured young man who was coughing.
"My son, it will be safe when we reach the train station!"
Zhao Jian said: "King Wushuang has practiced railways and trains. It is forbidden for warriors to fight near trains. There were warriors who fought near trains and were caught afterwards and performed hard labor. If they break near the train station, they are safe!"
"Husband, it's almost thirty miles away!"
the woman said.
In the northwest, warriors did not dare to act recklessly. Warriors who truly acted recklessly would have been beaten to death long ago.
"It's safe when we reach the station!"
Zhao Jian said, feeling uneasy and subconsciously stroking his beard.
The situation has been somewhat chaotic recently. With the revival of spiritual energy, the number of warriors has increased, and society has become unstable.
"Master, don't worry, it's safe here!"
The grandmaster named Zhao San opened his mouth and said.
But as soon as he finished speaking, there was a noise in front of him. A group of warriors in black appeared, holding long knives in their hands. They were uniformly attacking like robots. There were no threatening words, no unnecessary emotions, it seemed that everything
It's all redundant.
Only calmness and wisdom, with endless killing power, charge forward.
Immediately, everyone turned pale.
"It's over, it's over!"
"I'm going to die this time!"
"Erasing all traces along the way and escaping quickly, but we were still blocked!"
Despair flashed in Zhao Jian's eyes. After despair, he pulled out his sword and jumped out of the carriage. His breath was boiling, and he was about to fight. He was a scholar, and even though he was in the innate realm, he was born with poor fighting ability. But he was also a
A father should use the sword in his hand to protect his children.
"Master, it seems that we are going to die!"
Zhao San laughed and said, his face pale, his heart pounding, and he was filled with fear.
But he still held a long knife and guarded in front of the carriage.
The other guards also drew their weapons and guarded the carriage.
I was afraid, but at the critical moment, no one flinched, and they all stood guard in front of the carriage.
"Madam, are you afraid that our family will die here?" Zhao Jian asked.
The woman said: "Husband, I am naturally scared! What's the use of being scared! Poor Xiaoman and Xiaoyue, they will die before they grow up!"
"Kill!"
Zhao Jian said, with fierceness flashing in his eyes.
Even if you are defeated, you still have to fight bloody battles and will not just surrender.
"Back off!"
At this time, the space seemed to condense, and a cold voice said.
This voice is like the way of heaven from above, and its words carry great intimidation.
The men in black who were charging ahead stopped one after another, feeling their heads buzzing as if they were about to explode.
I saw a man in white standing on the official road, about 200 meters away. He was wearing a bamboo hat and his true face could not be seen clearly. But standing there, it seemed like nothingness, as if he had merged with the world, as if he did not exist.
"Your Excellency, don't meddle in other people's business! Don't participate in the killings in the Killing Palace!"
The voice of the man in black was like a robot, making rattling, rattling noises.
"Back off!"
The man in white said again.
The next moment, the distance of 200 meters was reached in the blink of an eye.
"kill!"
Countless men in black rushed to attack, and the team was uniform and powerful. It was only a team of twenty people, but it suddenly had the momentum of a thousand troops.
"Destroy!"
The figure of the man in white was flashing, like countless shadows flashing towards him.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
The next moment, a man in black had a wound on his neck, a man in black had a wound in his heart, a man in black had a wound between his eyebrows, a man in black had a broken heart, twenty men in black all had wounds,
Then almost at the same time, he fell to the ground.
"What is the origin of this man? He killed twenty men in black with one move!"
Zhao San took a breath of cold air.
These twenty men in black are all Grandmasters. Together, they can kill Grandmasters in their early stages.
But in the hands of the man in white, he was killed with just one move.
The man in white is so powerful and invincible.
"Thank you, senior!"
Zhao San stepped forward and said.
Zhao Jian also stepped forward and said, "Thank you so much, my benefactor!"
"knew!"
The man in white said. As he spoke, his body flashed and he was already a hundred meters away. His body flashed again and he was already a thousand meters away. After a few more breaths, he disappeared completely.
Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.
"This..." Zhao Jian said.
Zhao San said: "This senior is very powerful, at least half a step above heaven. In front of such a senior, we are just ants. He saved us casually, and killed the man in black casually. Maybe after a while,
Just forget all this!”
Zhao Jian said: "The benefactor can be forgotten, but we cannot forget! This kindness must be repaid!"
There is no danger, and everything is resolved.
The motorcade continued to move forward, and the thirty-mile journey was reached in the blink of an eye.
When we arrived at the train station, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Not even men in black dare to cause trouble at the train station.
Toot toot!
Soon after, the train stopped. Under Zhao Jian's command, some belongings were gradually loaded onto the train, occupying a carriage.
About an hour later, the train started making noise.
"Father, is this a train? It's not as fast as a horse!" Zhao Jian's daughter is named Zhao Mingyue. This is her first time riding a train. She is very curious. She listens to the clanging sound of the train and feels the train.
The forward speed is only fifty meters per second.
"A train is not as fast as a horse, but it lasts longer than a horse."
Zhao Jian stroked his beard and said: "The war horse is fast, 100 meters per second, but it can run for an hour before it is too much and it needs to rest. But the train eats coal and water, and can run all day and night without stopping!"
"Every good horse needs high-quality fodder and food. The food that a war horse eats is equivalent to the food of ten soldiers. But how much money can be spent on coal and water for a train? Carriage transport
, the goods are limited and the speed is slow; but trains can transport batches, and the quantity of goods is several times or dozens of times that of horse-drawn carriages!"