Just as he was wondering what it was, all of a sudden, a violent wind rose across the river, and a huge wave hit the hull of the ship like a wall. In an instant, the nearest ship swayed, and the guests standing at the bow and stern were even more frightened and inexplicable, and they were all stunned for a while.

Mu Ran stared blankly at the turbulence of the river, at a loss, the merchant saw more and more clearly, almost at the same time as the huge waves on the river suddenly broke out, something gushed out of the waves, and the waves were blowing up in the mist.

"It's not good, it's Yun Mengjiao!"

"Everyone, hurry back to the cabin!"

The young man with the sword let out a low roar, which was not loud, but it was very clear in the ears of every guest in the hull. But it's okay not to make a sound, but under the panic, the whole person comes and goes, and it becomes more and more chaotic.

Everyone screamed and dodged, and the young man with the sword greeted Feng'er, the cloak behind him fluttered, standing in front of the wind and waves, and the eyes of God looked at the cloud Mengjiao in the river.

"Hurry back to the cabin, there are Zhongshan Sword Pavilion martial artists invited from here on the ship!"

The rich middle-aged man still didn't give up on the sword-wielding young man, watching him motionless, he couldn't help but think about the march in the cabin, while waving his hand and shouting, on the way, he finally met a special person, so he had to give up like this.

Before the words fell, another high wave came, and the middle-aged businessman almost fell, and hurriedly grabbed the railing on one side. At this time, the drum waves that were already close to the hull of the ship made a strange waiting, and the entire Qingshan side responded.

opened a mouthful of cave-like blood and bit directly into the stern of the ship, and suddenly, the entire stern of the ship was shrouded in darkness, and the sounds of screams, sorrows, and helplessness came and went.

"Brute, why is it rampant!"

The sword-wielding young man standing at the stern of the boat had a pale white light looming, and the sword in his hand had been unsheathed, but it seemed that there were martial arts masters on the side, as for the Zhongshan Sword Pavilion martial artist that Shang Jia said, he did not appear at the moment, and he thought he was hiding in the cabin.

Before he could make a move, a fierce sword light flew from a distance, stabbing obliquely towards the strange Jiao, under the cover of layers of water mist, the blazing sun refracted continuously, and the hard pitch-black scale armor on the surface of the strange Jiao's body could be vaguely seen.

"Avatar Warrior!"

"There are people all around me, but I don't even notice it, such a means of breathing!"

The cold light of the autumn water, the sword unexpectedly released, an invisible force on the surface of the body, resisting all the water mist near the body, the whirlwind swaying, and the half-length silky hair fluttered for it, and the young man was surprised.

This person's cultivation is also to break into the gods, but ...... I didn't even notice it at all, if it wasn't for the other party's attack at this moment, I was afraid that I didn't know that there would be such a top martial artist around me.

Sensing the other party's cultivation at this moment, the young man shook his head, but he had just broken through the god transformation, and before he could reach himself, he thought that there was a subtle method of breathing, which was a bit like the method of an assassin killer.

The mighty internal force in the body operated, watching closely the man in cloth who suddenly appeared with a sword and fighting with the strange Jiao, although the sword light was fierce, but in the water, the power of the strange Jiao surged, spewing out a fishy hurricane, and all the sword light collapsed.

Out of thin air, the man in cloth turned around, and he wanted to fall on the strange Jiao, but the strange Jiao seemed to have spirituality, roared in the sky, and went straight into the water.

"Want to go?"

Seeing that the strange Jiao wanted to leave, the young man who was still standing at the stern of the boat did not watch from his side, he jumped forward, his strength surging and moving, a sword vertical and horizontal, moving in ten directions, a fierce sword light in the mist like an electric vision, and the strange Jiao roared like thunder.

"Hahaha, I'm here to help you!"

Seeing this, the cloth-clothed man also stepped lightly on the water, and with the help of the power of the shock, the same not weak sword light poured into it, and in an instant, there were bursts of blood rain splashing on the hull of the ship.

Before long, a hill-like scaly corpse floated above the river, and when the wind and waves subsided, there were still two blood-red figures standing at the stern of the ship.

"If it's not for the two of us, we are all in danger!"

In the river, Yun Mengjiao suddenly burst out, causing panic in people's hearts, never thinking that there were also masters in their group, the middle-aged businessman cautiously looked at the scaly corpse on the river in the distance, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he looked at the four "strong" martial artists of the Zhongshan Sword Pavilion invited by this trip, and sighed lightly, since the absence of Master Zhongshan, the level of the entire Zhongshan Sword Pavilion has also dropped a lot.

But despite this, the middle-aged businessman is also quite complacent, he really didn't read it wrong before, that young man is indeed extraordinary, and at the moment, the meaning of friendship in his heart is even stronger.

"Guo Ling, a person in the Lower Zhao Kingdom, dare to ask the names of the two strong men, so that I can remember!"

As soon as the words came out, the two people who were wrapped in blood did not respond, and the middle-aged businessman was not discouraged, glanced left and right, took a step forward, and bowed again.

"It's you!"

The cloth-clothed man who took the lead in attacking Yun Mengjiao looked at the person in front of him quietly, the sword in his hand was clenched tightly, and above his eyebrows, he was even more vigilant, never imagined that in this land of Yunmeng in Chu State, he would encounter this person.

The disciple of Guigu Zongheng, the chief swordsmanship teacher of King Yingzheng of Qin - Gai Nie!

"You...... For the senior brother of Liliangren? ”

In front of him, Gai Nie also vaguely had some impressions that in the battle of the wild king, he had been by the king's side, and at that time, Liliang and the two senior brothers had confronted the king who had hidden his identity.

Inside, there is this person - Han Shen!

At that time, the other party was just an ordinary innate martial artist, but now he has broken through to the gods, and the cultivation method is quite bizarre and extraordinary. After Liliang entered the palace, it is rumored that he disappeared.

"The Tao is different, and they don't conspire with each other!"

If it was the rest of the Hundred Sects' Transformation Divine Martial Artists, it was impossible to say that Han Shen would drink with him today, but since it was Gai Nie, it was definitely not what he wanted, and when he heard the voice of the middle-aged businessman beside him, he glanced coldly, jumped forward, the light flickered, stepped on the river, and disappeared.

"It's ......, but it's a pity."

"I don't know if the beautiful person in my mouth is the Gongsun Li, the guardian of the Xianyang Palace of the Qin State who is now very loved by the King of Qin?"

Zhao Shang Guo Ling sighed lightly, he met two extraordinary people today, and he actually left one of them, but the young man who was still in front of him had not left, and he felt all kinds of information and asked lightly.

"Are you Guo Zong's descendant?"

From one sentence, there are more ordinary businessmen who can do it, and among the big businessmen of the entire Zhao Kingdom, there are not many who can meet this point, and there are not many with the surname Guo.

"But for my grandfather!"

Guo Zong, a great businessman of Zhao State, is really counted, and is also a side branch of the Zhao royal family, monopolizing the iron smelting industry in Zhao, reaching its peak at the time of Guo Zong, and it is rumored that King Wuling of Zhao treats him deeply.

Now, although it is no longer at its peak, the family is still the inner circle of power of Zhao State, and in recent years, in Handan, there is a Wenchen whose reputation has spread to Zhuxia, and he is Guo Kai, a descendant of Guo Zong.

"Yun Mengjiao has been removed, this trip should be stable."

"Say goodbye!"

As he guessed, he shook his head, glanced at the corpse of Yun Mengjiao that had fallen behind him, and looked at his own embarrassed appearance, Gai Nie did not stop here, saluted with his sword, and walked away on the river.

"It's a pity!"

Feeling this, Guo Ling pondered for a long time, looking at the direction where Han Shen and Gai Nie left one after another, and sighed endlessly.

******

"Nine princes, but are you still complaining about Xuan Qingye?"

In the middle of summer, the Weishui is murmuring, the green willow branches and leaves are falling, there are more flowers and shrubs on the side, although Guanzhong is hot and dry, but near the river, it is much better.

Out of Xianyang, go south for dozens of miles, cross the Weishui, not far away, you can see the Wenxin Xue Palace, where the meaning of verdant is even more diffuse, since the death of Wenxin Hou Lu Buwei, there are almost few people here, so that the plants are everywhere.

It took several days to clear the clutter in the Wenxin Palace, and it took several days to make the general the ink of the Shaofu, and the original Wenxin Palace was transformed and changed into a new shape.

In a flash, half a month has passed, and today is to come to check one or two, and on the wide and flat road in front of the school palace, accompanied by Han Fei, Flame Lingji and all the attendants.

On that day, after diagnosing and treating Han Fei, he entered the palace, combined with the news from Xinzheng, he felt that it was a good opportunity. As for the war, it's not a good strategy.

Yao Jia, the pedestrian department, held a volume of the king's book, entered Xinzheng and the West Palace with the etiquette of the hour, clarified the general trend, and discussed the avenue, although it failed to directly make the whole country of Korea surrender, but it was due to the pressure of blood and white clothes.

After all, South Korea still compromised part of it, and was willing to accept the land and serve as a vassal minister!

This order came out, and there was not much opposition in the West Palace of Xinzheng, and besides, for today's South Korea, the loss of Nanyang land has long ceased to be the name of the Warring States, and how can it resist the Qin State with only three or four hundred miles of land.

At this point, nominally, Korea is a small subsidiary country of Qin, although the title is still the king of Han, but it has long been dishonored. But at the cost of this, it was the support of the Qin State.

Within the government, the power has returned to Han Wang'an, with the Qin State on top, and it is not a matter of daring to make a mistake in bloody clothes!

"Han Fei entered Qin, and within Xinzheng, his father and prince decided on major events."

"In addition, all kinds of things have nothing to do with Han Fei!"

Still wearing a purple brocade robe, riding on a horse, hearing Wu Zhenjun's words, his expression has not changed, for half a month, although he has been recuperating, but the size of the Qin court is still known.

Han Qiancheng, the prince's subordinate, came to see him, and said to save Han and let Qin interfere in the internal affairs of South Korea, which already made Han Fei despair. If a country wants to be strong, the first thing is to get rid of internal and external shackles and all internal and external shackles.

And the father and the crown prince decided to let the Qin State interfere in internal affairs and suppress the powerful ministers, how ridiculous!

Enter Qin by yourself, and the first thing to save is Han!

Perhaps, in the eyes of the father and the crown prince, as long as Korea can be maintained, it will be the best ending, and as for the rest, it is insignificant, even if it has to give up many costs.

The family and the country are like this, and they are powerless!

"Hahaha, on that day, Benjun proposed to the king that if Korea truly serves the Qin State with etiquette from now on, and does not use magic to govern power, then it is not impossible to keep the Korean temple."

"Moreover, if the Ninth Prince can ......, that's it, that's it, don't talk about that, I'll wait for the first entrance palace."

Zhou Qingqing smiled clearly, and continued to mention Korean affairs in front of Han Fei, which was not a good topic, Lingjue sensed Han Fei's slightly rapid breathing, shook his head gently, stopped the topic, and his eyes fell.

Ahead, is the entrance to the Academy. /14_14844/