Super Cultivation System of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 450 Another Young General
The militiaman had never seen such a situation before, and was so frightened that he lost his mind and could not move.

In a flash, Zhao Yun used his silver spear to point the Fang Tian Hua Ji away, and the tip of the halberd passed over the nose of the militiaman.

"Humph, you've been fooled!"

Lu Bu sneered in his heart.

When Zhao Yun saw his expression, he cried out that something was wrong. Sure enough, the Fang Tian Huaji, with the force of the bright silver spear, turned around and chopped towards Zhao Yun from another direction.

Zhao Yun had no time to retract his bright silver spear to block, and in a hurry he could only throw himself down and lie on the horse's back to avoid the attack.

"Haha, I'm leaving!"

Zhao Yun heard Lu Bu's wild laughter and cried out that he had been tricked. He stood up and looked, and saw that Lu Bu had already ridden his horse more than ten steps away.

"Damn it, Lu Bu, don't leave!"

Zhao Yun spurred his horse and chased after him.

The two men soon arrived at the place where a hundred local militiamen were stationed. When those people saw Zhao Yun chasing someone, they all surrounded him.

"Scatter, don't stop us!"

Zhao Yun shouted loudly, and those people didn't understand what was going on. They thought he was just joking with others, and immediately dispersed to both sides.

Although Lu Bu's warhorse was ordinary, it was carefully selected from the Shangdang army, and its strength was even better than Zhao Yun's white horse.

Seeing that the distance between the two was getting farther and farther and it was impossible to catch up, Zhao Yun immediately took the longbow.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp arrow was shot at Lu Bu's back.

Unexpectedly, Lu Bu grabbed the reins, flipped off the horse sideways and dodged, then exerted force with his hands and got on the horse again.

"You are a good martial artist, but it's a pity that you are destined to be unable to defeat me today. Do you dare to tell me your name?"

Lu Bu turned around and shouted loudly.

Zhao Yun saw that he could not catch up with him, so he had to stop.

"I am Changshan Zhao Zilong!"

This shout was like the roar of a tiger or a dragon, resounding through heaven and earth, shaking the surrounding mountains and forests, and causing thousands of birds to fly away.

"Okay, Lu will remember you. I am injured today. I will definitely take your head when we meet next time..."

Lu Bu's voice became farther and farther away, and soon both he and his voice disappeared completely.

"Oh, how hateful! He actually got away. This man's martial arts are far superior to mine. He may become a great enemy of General Liu in the future."

Zhao Yun slapped his thigh, feeling secretly resentful.

At this time, Gao Shun caught up with him from behind.

"General Zhao, my name is Gao Shun. Thank you for your help."

Zhao Yun quickly turned around to return the greeting.

"General Gao followed the general in his campaigns to the east and west, and made outstanding contributions. He led the Han Wu soldiers, using infantry to fight against cavalry and defeating the enemy with a small number. He is a model of military strategy. I am just a warrior, and I am lucky to see the general's honor today."

Gao Shun never liked to hear flattery, but he was very fond of Zhao Yun's demeanor and martial arts, so he felt very happy to hear these words from him.

"You are so young, but you have such martial arts and courage, ten times better than me."

The tone of his voice was as serious as ever, with almost no additional emotion.

Zhao Yun was flattered and his face turned red with shame.

"General Gao, you are overpraising me. How can you be so virtuous and capable..."

Before he could finish his words, Gao Shun suddenly fell off his horse. Fortunately, several local militiamen helped him up, otherwise he would have fallen directly on the mountain path and would have been injured again.

"General Gao, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Yun said in surprise.

Gao Shun covered his head and said weakly: "It's okay, I lost too much blood from the wound and I'm just dizzy." Zhao Yun felt relieved when he heard that.

"That's good. I'll help you to rest. Lu Bu is really powerful. If he hadn't been injured today and hadn't fought with the general for a long time, Yun would never have been his opponent."

A village warrior nearby was surprised and asked, "What? That guy's martial arts is even better than Zilong's? That's impossible."

Zhao Yun smiled bitterly and said, "There are always people better than you. I am just an insignificant person, so why should I mention me?"

He helped Gao Shun to the place where the militia gathered.

"General, please take a seat and eat some meat and dry food to restore your strength."

Gao Shun nodded, without any hesitation, sat on a huge rock, and took the dry food and water bag handed to him by Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun ran away and fetched the prey that he had taken off the horse's back and placed on the ground in order to deal with Lu Bu, and threw it to several local militiamen to roast.

Not long after, a hare was roasted first.

"Come on, General Gao, have a rabbit leg first."

A local militiaman came over with a rabbit leg. Gao Shun was really hungry, so after thanking him, he took the rabbit leg and started eating it.

At this time, another militiaman came over and sat next to Gao Shun and Zhao Yun.

"Hey, you are the famous General Gao Shun, right? We in Changshan have admired your name for a long time. Today, our Zilong saved you, so can we talk to the general and ask him to give us a promotion and reward?"

When Zhao Yun heard this, he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Don't talk nonsense. We practice martial arts day and night to serve our country and protect the people. How can we seek fame and fortune?"

Gao Shun looked at Zhao Yun with admiration and love in his eyes.

The man smiled awkwardly. Perhaps he was a country boy and didn't know much about etiquette. He patted Gao Shun on the shoulder.

"Hey, I said something wrong, you..."

Before he could finish his words, Gao Shun cried out in pain.

“Ahem…”

"General Gao has a shoulder injury, why are you hitting him?"

Zhao Yun was slightly annoyed and hurried to check Gao Shun's injuries.

And at this moment, an angry shout suddenly came.

"You bold thief, how dare you rob people on the road and even kill them to silence them!"

A few people were a little surprised, and turned around to look in the direction of the sound. They saw a figure inexplicably appearing dozens of steps away from the side of the mountain path. In his hand was a spear that was three inches taller than the person. At this moment, the spear was pointing at Zhao Yun and others.

Zhao Yun stood up and took a few steps forward.

"My dear brother, you have misunderstood me. I am..."

He was about to explain, but the man completely ignored him and interrupted him directly.

"You thief, why would I believe your nonsense? Look at the gun!"

Without saying a word, the man rushed over quickly, his spear shaking, causing a series of low humming sounds.

Zhao Yun's eyes lit up and he exclaimed, "What a great marksmanship!"
He wanted to defend himself, but also because he was excited to see the prey, so he took the bright silver spear and rushed forward.

The militiaman was anxious and said to Gao Shun, "General, that man must have misunderstood. Can you please come forward and explain it to me?"

Gao Shun watched the fight between the two men and shook his head.

"It's hard to find an opponent, Zilong has deliberately held back."

Although the militiaman himself could not see anything special, he temporarily put his mind at ease because of his trust in Zhao Yun's martial arts and Gao Shun's vision.

Two spears, one black and one white, one bright and one dark, intertwined. These two spears were different from ordinary spears. The spear shafts were made of metal, which was very rare. When the metal intersected, it made a clanging sound and exploded with sparks.

The man was not riding a horse, so Zhao Yun fought on foot like him. In a blink of an eye, they had fought for more than fifty rounds.

(End of this chapter)