Protecting the Lord with his life was not a good choice, but Chrystian did not. Sean's injuries are very serious, and there is not a single intact bone in his body, like the statement that the second vein of Ren Du was opened after a serious injury, it is probably just a statement that can be seen in the script.

The little illusion couldn't stop Yan Huainan, not only did the initial plan not go according to the original trajectory, but now he was in a dilemma.

If you pick up a weapon, you are a warrior, and if you set up a stall, you are a small citizen of the market. The Blue Dragon Kingdom is a very interesting place, and Chrystian is eager to learn from the Blue Dragon Kingdom, and when they return to Hinterland, they can get a country to help them avenge themselves. The rule of respecting the strong is suitable in all places, as long as he and the master are the strongest, it is enough. But all this is subject to the smooth running of the plan. The saying that they die before leaving the school is not suitable for them, because to live is to go against the sky.

Panting, Chrystian took Yan Huainan's punches several times, and did not dodge or dodge the head-to-head confrontation.

Holding his chest, he felt that his bones had cracked, and put away his careful thoughts, the lord of the Blue Dragon Country was worthy of his full strength to fight.

The people of Yancheng who came to watch the battle surrounded the road, and in the world without magic elements, the place where the magic circle could help was very limited, since the illusion could not confuse Yan Huainan, exchanging fists became the only choice.

Fortunately, Yan Huainan didn't take out his marked weapon sledgehammer, just beat each other impartially, Chrystian felt that he was a little depressed, the speed of punching was about the same, and the number of fists against each other was about the same, why his chest had dried up, but Yan Huainan seemed to be a nobody, patted the fist mark on his chest, and punched again.

The two beat each other like this, saying that they were beating each other, or for the sake of Chrystian's face, it was not too much to say that they were beaten unilaterally.

The fist is a simple fist, and there is no strange thing mixed in it, and there is no crooked way.

The other party is not human. Chrystian had to comfort himself in his heart, he didn't believe that humans could have such a powerful fist, and he didn't believe that his fist was not as good as the iron hooves kicked to the chest by an enraged war horse for Yan Huainan.

Once again, with the stupid method of exchanging three punches for one punch, Chrystian gambled his last strength and only made Yan Huainan take three steps back.

The other party was still looking at his chest depressedly and pointed at Chrystian, as if to say, "That's it?" ”。

"Impossible!"

When something exceeds one's imagination and other people's knowledge, they will make up why it is so according to their own understanding. couldn't defeat Yan Huainan, and didn't even cause him a little disturbing injury, and Chrystian still classified Yan Huainan as a monster in human skin.

Only the monster can be safe and sound under his all-out desperateness. The brain that Chrystian gave himself was that it was a dragon in human skin, and only the dragon was unscathed under his fist.

Yan Huainan rarely spoke, and he didn't even say a word to Chrystian seriously, as if fists were the best communication.

His chest was shriveled down, and his body was bubbling with steam poured from the red-hot iron. Chrystian knew that he had no chance of stopping Yan Huainan's advance. Some funny, but also some regretful, he knew that he would desperately send Sean to a safe place instead of stupidly confronting Yan Huainan. The seventeen-day ring in front of the Yancheng Palace made him and Sean a little arrogant, and he felt that the people of the Qinglong Kingdom were at such a level. Whether it is the much-talked-about sword god Song Jingyan or the lord of the Blue Dragon Country, Yan Huainan, their strength is only for the Blue Dragon Kingdom.

It is said that foreign monks will chant scriptures, not only Chrystian, but even Sean will unconsciously put his position above the people of this world.

Aside from the fact that the Stan Kingdom has some fancy weapons, the backwardness of the Blue Dragon Country, and the situation of speaking with fists, apart from these, there is neither magic nor high-end abilities like those offered on the battlefield. It's enough to make people underestimate everything in this world, and so does Chrystian, and so does Sean. Otherwise, they would not have planned to directly kill Yan Huainan to seize control of the Qinglong Kingdom, using this as a springboard to achieve the goal of conquering the world.

Ignoring the enemy or arrogance made them pay, Sean was still hovering on the line of life and death, and Chrystian was also physically exhausted and faded into the form of a demon and returned to the appearance of the most labor-saving housekeeper.

"Who the hell are you?" Chrystian roared.

Yan Huainan replied very cooperatively: "Yan Huainan." ”

"You know that's not what I'm asking, of course I know you're Yan Huainan!" Chrystian felt a little dizzy in his head, and he didn't know if it was because of the excessive blood loss or the pressure on Yan Huainan who was approaching him too much, or whether it was to drag time and figure out a way to escape safely with Sean.

No matter what it was, when Yan Huainan didn't want to say it, no one could make him speak, he would only act at his own pace, let alone take the initiative to answer a question from a defeated subordinate, which was a loss of face for him.

The onlookers applauded their lord, although they did not see the spectacular scene of the mountain splitting the earth, and the fist-to-flesh fighting style could arouse the blood of the onlookers, but it was not unusual.

Take this Fulu Street as an example, when Fulu Zhai had not yet taken root here, that day was not a fight to the death, in order to occupy more interests of Fulu Street and determine the status of your own family.

Dancing with knives and guns has been banned in recent years, because the war between the Qinglong Kingdom and the Stan Kingdom has become more and more intense, and it is okay to fight, but no one can be killed, which is the last bottom line of the Qinglong Kingdom.

Regardless of whether they are strong or weak, whether they go to the front line to make meritorious contributions or serve as cannon fodder to fill in the pits, people are the most valuable things that cannot be avoided.

The genes of battle have been deeply engraved in the bones of all people, and the fact that the lord of the country defeated his opponent with a legitimate head-to-head confrontation is something to cheer and encourage.

How long has it been since you've seen your own lord make a move? Even at the most critical moment of the front-line war, Yan Huainan still did not leave the imperial city to support.

Sword God Song Jingyan came out of the customs to give the people of the Qinglong Kingdom confidence, and at this time, he saw the lord of the country Yan Huainan on Fulu Street, and the thoughtful people had already begun to think about tracing the two strongest people of the Qinglong Country to the front line, and beat the soil buns of the Stan Country to the bottom of the urine, and it was best to plant the flag with the Stan Country in one go, so that the territory of the Qinglong Country would be doubled. Not only can there be wars, but also make your name pass down through the ages.

The cheers still didn't stop, Yan Huainan didn't mean to answer, there was no murderous or angry anger on his body, just like an old man walking slowly in the park in the early morning, and the last punch to Clestian was to order a soy milk and call for a fritters.

I don't want to die, and I don't dare to die. Although because of arrogance, Sean and Chrystian were seriously injured before and after, because of arrogance, reinforcements are even more impossible.

In times of crisis, the efficiency of using brain melons is rare and fast, just like a flagship graphics card, when playing some popular online games, the fan is too lazy to turn it, let alone the pitiful occupancy rate. Only when he eats the performance of the triple-A masterpiece will he put all his horsepower into conquering the small game.

Chrystian thought of many ways, but he was denied by himself, and the methods he could use were extremely limited, and if he was in Hinterland, or even in the middle of nowhere, he didn't think he would be so embarrassed.

If you can't fight, you just run, there is no need to give your life here, after all, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, even if Clestian doesn't understand what a gentleman means, he also understands how to take revenge if he loses his life.

Before Chrystian could come up with a solution, the action-oriented Yan Huainan kicked him aside and made Chrystian accept the ridicule of others, which was the sorrow of the loser.

He didn't even look at Chrystian, like if he didn't stand in front of him, he would just treat it as a pebble on the side of the road, and it didn't matter if he kicked it away or not.

Looking at Sean, whose breathing gradually stabilized and the wound no longer bled out, the corners of Yan Huainan's mouth were secretly upturned. His eyes were like torches, he neither moved nor meant to leave, and only he knew what he was thinking.

The fist is as strong as the wind, and the only answer Yan Huainan can give is his fist.

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"What's wrong with Miss, is there something uncomfortable, I want the old slave to say, it's enough for Young Master Tuowen to mess around in Yancheng, why do you want to use a secret letter to let Miss go over."

The old servant's face was very bad, which had something to do with her age, and her face was full of vegetables and sorrow.

The interior of the rickety carriage was very luxuriously decorated, and it was obvious that it was a wealthy family, otherwise why would the carriage used to drive the road have a small stove made of red clay with a steaming kettle on it.

However, none of the two master and servant sitting inside moved to take down the whining kettle that had been whining for a long time, and an old servant with a wrinkled face and bones complained worriedly when he saw his young lady's sad appearance.

"Lin Po, I don't want to hear you complain about Tuowen anymore, he is my younger brother and the next generation of the head of the family, and I have the obligation to help him ascend to the throne of the head of the family." said categorically, looking at the sad appearance of the old servant, his heart was soft, and he held his calloused hands softly, and whispered: "Hey, it's all my fault, if Canghai City is taken by me, Tuowen doesn't need to take the risk to go to Yancheng to break through." Yancheng is so easy to break through, do you think Mo Shang Jueran dares to be presumptuous in Yancheng? She didn't dare, she would just run away from Yancheng in a gloomy way, and she would have to operate for many years to turn a city into her own. ”

Speaking of Mo Shang Jueran, Xuanyuan Xueling's face was sad and nostalgic.

As Mo Shang Jueran's best friend, she is also her best friend, if it weren't for her younger brother, Xuanyuan Xueling would not have slept well for many days to plan a city for him to show the chips in his hand to the Xuanyuan family, and fight for a chance for Xuanyuan Tuowen to enter.

Xuanyuan's family has a big business, not only is it powerful, but it also has many children.

Xuanyuan Xueling already knew her fate, and when she left Canghai City this time, she understood that she had lost, and her fate was decided from the moment she lost. Just wait for Xuanyuan to return to her house and say goodbye, she will marry a guy who is also unwilling, and having a child is her last value.

She doesn't care about any of this, whether it's betraying her best friend or using her life to fulfill her obligations, it's nothing like letting her brother get one step closer to her goal. If necessary, she will let Xuanyuan Tuowen step on her bones and ascend to the throne of the head of the family.

This is the mother's wish, it is the wish of Xuanyuan Tuowen, so it has become her wish.

Without a strong physique and no special talent, Xuanyuan Xueling's martial arts path has long come to an end, and she may be able to make a name for herself with the advantage of accumulated experience, but she loses the qualification to enter.

"That stupid woman, I've done this to her, and she still thinks I have something to worry about."

With tears on her face as she spoke, the old servant known as Lin Po gently stroked her young lady's back, which she had been comforting since she was a child.

The effect is obvious, I don't know if it touches the memories of the year, or the guilt of letting an old man who is too old accompany him to the tiger's den in Longtan. The embroidered handkerchief covered his face, and he slowly wiped the tears from his face very carefully. Mirrors are indispensable, and so is foundation.

She knows very well how she should give full play to her strengths, that is, the brain is still the most precious time of a woman.

This time I went to Yancheng to get the secret letter of Xuanyuan Tuowen, and there are only two situations in which the secret letter can be used, one is when the catastrophe is approaching to leave a last word or have a secret that has to be said, pinch a pill implanted in the thigh, and naturally pass on his last words to the person he wants to give to.

Xuanyuan Xueling has only heard of such a pill, and she has also seen it through Xuanyuan Tuowen's thigh, the bulge the size of a mosquito bag, but it is a treatment that only the men of the Xuanyuan family can enjoy.

How to make the ancient secret pill is only known to the three oldest old men of the Xuanyuan family.

Girls are the most useless existence in the Xuanyuan family, and it is generally believed that girls' achievements in martial arts are not as good as men's, which is related to physiological factors and related to the fact that there has never been a female martial arts master in the Qinglong Kingdom.

Resigning to fate is the best option.

The message sent by Xuanyuan Tuowen to Xuanyuan Xueling by pinching the pill implanted in his body belongs to the second type, and that is the big news.

Everything has a value, every male of the Xuanyuan family has a pill like a Gu in his body, no one will study how to use it, most of them just use the above two situations.

Since Xuanyuan Tuowen sent a secret letter to himself, halfway through Xuanyuan's own house, Xuanyuan Xueling decided to turn around and go to Yancheng to help her younger brother first.

Blood is blood, and bloodline is the most difficult thing to separate.

The speed of the carriage was fast, not like a horse could do it, let alone the horse dragging a box as big as a coffin on the road.

Thanks to the groom's whip, the horse stuck out his tongue and his body temperature remained high under the blow of the rhythmic whip, and it seemed that the last of his life began to burn just to make the carriage move faster.

No one cares about a horse, selfishness is the nature of human beings, just to get closer to their destination.

I cried halfway, and I spent half the way covering up the crying marks on my face.

Lin Po, who has been with her own lady for many years, waited for a loud noise, changed Xuanyuan Xueling into clothes that were convenient for traveling, praised a good girl in a strong suit, opened the curtain, handed a money bag to the smiling groom outside, and helped her young lady to walk towards Yancheng.

The groom got a lot of money, and this is the fodder for the horse, even if the groom was crying on his stomach and the sky was dark, holding up the money bag and promising the horse to treat it with the best bean feed. Seeing the horse lying motionless on the ground, this promise must have become a joke.

Life never stops because of the sacrifice of one person or thing, just as the world never stops running because of one person.

Everyone is a small cog in the long river of history, but they are dispensable.

Yancheng is not far away, thanks to the merit of that horse.

Lin Po supported Xuanyuan Xueling, and complained about Xuanyuan Tuowen as she walked.

After his young lady left Canghai City, the wounds on her body were not good, and she wanted to go back to her house to find a skilled doorman to take a look, and received a secret letter from Xuanyuan Tuowen like a life.

"Really, doesn't Young Master Tuowen care about Miss's body? How can there be a daughter's family who ran from south to north and back, he is a big man and has a strong body, even if the young lady can't practice martial arts since she was a child, isn't it fatal to toss like this......"

Resentful all the way, Xuanyuan Xueling likes to hear Lin Po say this about her younger brother, although this matter was facilitated by her strong desire, no wonder others. But who doesn't like a person who really cares about themselves and stands on their side to speak for themselves.

It's one thing to say it, it's another thing to do it.

From the sight of the head of Yancheng, until dusk, a master and a servant arrived at the gate of the city.

didn't see Xuanyuan Tuowen greet him at the city gate, Lin Po just wanted to complain, but heard Xuanyuan Xueling say: "Lin Po, don't get in the way, presumably Tuowen has something to be entangled, let's go to the city first." ”

After speaking, after paying the entrance fee, the master and servant entered the city side by side.

Yancheng has no curfew, and does not bother to use curfew to ensure the safety of the national capital. The thousand-year-old city will use the style of the ancient city, and no one will believe that anyone dares to mess around in the establishment of the dynasty and change the dynasty.

Entering from the north gate, the straight street is Xuanwu Street.

Each gate is linked by a main street, which then converges at the Imperial City, which sits in the center.

There are Xuanwu, Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, but there is no Qinglong Street, probably because the country is named Qinglong.

According to the pattern in her memory, Xuanyuan Xueling took Lin Po to Xuanyuan Tuowen's foothold in Yancheng.

Yancheng is very large and prosperous.

Looking at the plaque with the word Xuanyuan on it, Xuanyuan Xueling rubbed her sour knees, looked at Lin Po, who was a little tired, and felt a little self-blame.

Turning his head and putting on a straight face, it was the strong Xuanyuan Xueling again, knocking on the door.

"I'm coming!"