I have many teachers

Chapter 332 Wind, wind, wind! (two in one)

This yard was bought for a hundred taels of silver, it is huge and spacious.

There are now dozens of people sitting inside, either holding weapons, or just empty-handed, their muscles and bones are thick, and the sharp light in their pupils cannot be concealed at all.

These are warriors.

Moreover, they are warriors who have experienced killing and fighting, each of them is like a beast in the mountains.

These warriors were originally sitting in the yard, quietly waiting for that one's decision, when there was a crisp knock on the door.Like a stone thrown into a pool, ripples would naturally appear. The originally silent warrior raised his head and looked in the direction of the wooden door.

As if a wild beast was galloping, the yard became silent in an instant. It was so quiet that even a needle could be heard clearly when it fell on the ground. There was a fluttering sound from the treetops. Two wild geese were frightened, fluttered their wings, flew away, and fell to the ground. It took two black feathers.

The feather fell, but it seemed to be affected by some invisible force, and it floated extremely slowly.

The knock on the door was still steady, and after knocking several times in a row, it stopped.

The door was not closed at all now, but the person who came knocked on the door anyway, obviously a very polite person.

In the inner hall, Fei Yuanzhen happened to feel that the atmosphere was a bit dead silent and oppressive. Hearing the knock on the door, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief. The corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, showing a gentle smile, and said:

"At this time, I don't know which friend came over."

"I'll open the door..."

He diverted the topic away without any trace, and hoped that the ancestor could calm down his anger. In any case, he and Fei Yuanbai were blood brothers, and he didn't want to see the latter make the ancestor unhappy.

But today he is destined to be disappointed.

The old man with the diseased eyes not only did not sit back upright, but stood up, his face became a little solemn, and the knock on the door sounded again, still calm and unhurried.

The warriors sitting at the bottom of the hall still looked solemn.

The feather fell slowly.

Then it was directly torn apart by the invisible air machine.

Fei Yuanzhen's expression changed slightly.

He finally realized that there were dozens of elite warriors who had been slaughtered outside at this time. Under the quiet gaze, even if it was separated by a wall, it was not something ordinary people could bear. Excited, like a steel knife resting on the neck, there is a subconscious reaction, it is impossible to be so calm.

In the eyes of the old man, there was a glimmer of light and darkness, and his expression was indifferent, and he said:

"You step back."

Fei Yuanzhen subconsciously said, "Old Ancestor..."

The old man had already walked past him, leaving behind an indifferent voice, saying:

"You are not qualified."

He walked through the lobby and walked slowly into the courtyard. He had a problem with his eyes, but he could already 'see' the smoke of Qi and blood rising into the sky from a distance of ten feet. So young, like a tiger that has just grown up, showing its claws.

Even though there is a solid wall, he can feel what kind of warrior is on the other side.

He walked slowly across the road.

Every step is instinctively mobilizing the muscles of the body, and the blood pumps, just like the Yangtze River passing through the river, bringing abundant strength. Behind him, the warriors who were sitting cross-legged slowly got up, silent and restrained, and walked slowly Following within five steps behind the old man, he never even took a look at Fei Yuanzhen and Fei Yuanbai who followed behind.

Walking to the door, the old man slowly raised his hand to straighten his clothes, meticulously, and opened the unlocked door. Outside the door stood a young man, dressed in brocade robes, with white as the background, outlined with red lines, and painted with dragons.

When the old man opened the door, he was withdrawing the palm he raised to knock on the door. After a breath, the door was already wide open, revealing the old man who looked like a lion behind him, and the young man's palm just retracted to his waist.

Behind him, there is a hardcover man in his early 30s, holding a shiny silver gun in both hands.

The old man looked calm and said:

"who?"

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes and said calmly:
"The visitor."

"Who are you visiting?"

"A thief, a big thief."

The atmosphere between the two was suddenly tense.

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Another direction of the city.

Gongsun Jing was walking towards a large courtyard alone. A hundred meters away from the courtyard, there were already two people guarding him to prevent anyone from approaching. They were two big men with bare arms. The lumps were raised, obviously containing tyrannical strength, and there were thick and heavy knives on their backs.

This knife has no sheath, and the edge is cold.

Seeing Gongsun Jing coming alone, one of them frowned, raised his hand and pushed him, saying:
"Hey, what are you doing?"

"It's not allowed here..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Before the palm touched Gongsun Jing's shoulder, it was already grabbed by a stronger palm, and it happened to be stuck at the wrist bone. Gongsun Jing lowered his face, looked calm, and twisted to one side.

There is a crisp sound.

The rough man's face turned pale in an instant, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his face. There was a sharp pain, and his face was pale.

Two feet in a row.

The two big men flew backwards like rags, coughing up big mouthfuls of blood.

At this distance, there are still other people guarding. Seeing this scene, their complexions suddenly changed. They looked at each other. Only one person turned around and ran towards the gate, and the rest pulled out their bodies. Weapons, looking at the big man in front of him warily.

They didn't recognize Gongsun Jing.

And Gongsun Jing didn't move again, he closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and the blood in his body that had been silent for a long time was slowly speeding up.

Still boiling like that.

At this time, a broad-shouldered middle-aged man rushed out of the door. He was originally full of anger, but when he saw Gongsun Jing over there, his expression changed suddenly, and he withdrew into the yard like lightning.

After counting interest.

On this street, more than a hundred warriors have appeared.

One of them, Gongsun Jing, had seen, ten days ago, during the Tan Yurou incident, the black-clothed swordsman standing on Tan Yurou's side, still carrying three long swords of different widths on his back, dressed in black He looked at Gongsun Jing in front of him in amazement, and wanted to speak, but his eyes glanced at a refined middle-aged man next to him, but he stopped talking.

That middle-aged man is also a sixth-rank martial artist.

maybe...

A trace of fire appeared in the eyes of the black-clothed swordsman, and he was suppressed immediately.

And the middle-aged man also thought of this, his eyes burst into light, looking at the front, Gongsun Jing who came here alone, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He was laughing, but his murderous intent became more obvious.

The surrounding warriors sensed the solemn atmosphere, and the sound of the clanging and whistling of weapons became more and more intensive.

All eyes fell on Gongsun Jing's face.

Gongsun Jing raised his head slowly and said:
"Is that all there is..."

It seems that it is not enough...

He raised his right hand, and the thing wrapped in black cloth on his shoulder hit the ground heavily. The black cloth fell, revealing two parts of the gun body. On the handle of the gun, there was a faint imprint with a word written on it.

'Jing'

Gongsun Jing gently stroked the word with his palm.

He knew that he was extremely reckless when he came here today. He didn't look like a gang leader who had been beaten for a long time in the rivers and lakes. On the contrary, he looked like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, but there was something surging in his heart, wanting to let him To keep fighting, let him vent first.

Did this thing just appear today?Or has it been backlogged in my mind 20 years ago?
He doesn't know, doesn't know...

I just know that after seeing the young master, after realizing that the blood of the commander still exists in the world, that kind of emotion will become more and more surging, and it is difficult to contain it.

Something must be done... For example, get rid of these martial artists who spy on the young master's things.

The expression of the black-clothed swordsman changed slightly.

Tens of feet away, a completely different momentum began to boil on the man, causing him to feel a chill in his heart. He subconsciously took half a step back, raised his right hand, and slashed in the direction of Gongsun Jing.

First interest time.

After receiving the order, those warriors who didn't know the identity of Gongsun had already pulled out their weapons, roaring like a pack of wolves on the attack, their eyes full of murderous intent, they moved towards Gongsun Jing with their own methods, Charge past.

Gongsun Jing raised the two severing guns with a gentle expression.

second breath time,
Those warriors were already within five feet of him.

Gongsun Jing pointed the long spear, and with a light clicking sound, the long spears joined together.

He has always treated this spear very cherished, so now, it is as new as when he got it for the first time.

Gongsun Jing held the spear obliquely in his right hand, and lowered his body slightly. The tip of the spear rubbed against the ground, drew an arc, and landed on the ground behind him.

As a result, his eyes were lowered, and he could see the wide-eyed quacks, and the two warriors of the same level hidden in them with murderous intent, their bodies were already stimulated, and their instincts were tense.

But he was very relaxed and peaceful in his heart.

All you can see is the enemy.

This kind of sight was the scene that the martial artist named Gongsun Jing was most familiar with.

"Boy, from today onwards, you are a member of the Shenwu Mansion."

"Masters, follow me to kill!"

The memory is churning, becoming more and more vivid.

"After today, there will be no Shenwu Mansion in the world..."

The blood in the body is boiling.

Gongsun Jing took a deep breath, almost unable to tell whether this is the northern part of the Qin Dynasty with four distinct seasons, or the cold foreign land with snow all year round, only the fighting spirit, that fighting spirit is still burning.

It's been a long time...everyone.

It's been a long time...

Gongsun Jing.

He lowered his body and took a step, as if he was a teenager, followed behind everyone and ran forward.

It's getting faster.

General, handsome.

The palm holding the gun suddenly exerted force, as if he had passed all the past, and all his companions exhausted all their strength, and took a heavy step forward. robe.

Gongsun Jing opened his mouth, and shouted angrily as he did more than 20 years ago:

"Wind, wind!"

In his mind, the iron cavalry who was once the strongest spear of the Great Qin raised his spear in his hand, and the spear was like a forest, roaring in response.

"Gale!"

Gongsun Jing laughed, laughing wildly.

It turned out that I have not forgotten.

His eyes were red, his spear was raised, and he roared hoarsely:
"Shenwu!"

"kill!"

This is the ancient tune of the Great Qin Dynasty, desolate and simple, only one person screams, only one person charges, with the loneliness to the limit, the stubbornness of the loneliness, facing the densely packed warriors opposite, it is like an overwhelmed ant Like, almost laughable.

But no one could laugh.

In an instant, it seemed as if the tyrannical battlefield had returned to the earth, and the tragic and murderous atmosphere pervaded crazily from Gongsun Jing's body. Everyone felt a chill down their spine, as if their consciousness had been separated from their body.

Ah Liu and Bing Hong were not far away, and Chasing Fengmi caught a chill up his spine, making him shiver uncontrollably, his eyes changed, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"Cloud Swallowing Gun...is he crazy?"

"More than a hundred opponents, including masters of the same level as myself, are simply looking for death..."

Ah Liu closed his eyes and said:

"No, there are two kinds of people, and nothing will happen."

"A master of the rivers and lakes, and..."

In the blink of an eye, the bottoms have come into contact with each other.

There was a sudden wave of air, and in just an instant, the bodies of more than a dozen warriors were lifted up like rags, and the mellow air wave surged, as if it possessed substance.

Amid the substantial air waves, the middle-aged man who was over 37 years old opened his eyes angrily, as clearly as a teenager.

Ah Liu's eyes froze, and after a few breaths, he said:
"Soldier general."

The arrogance is soaring!

The more opponents there are, the crazier the spear in the palm will be, like the claws of a fierce tiger, none of the people in front of them can resist it even for a moment, it's just a few breaths, and it's more than a hundred meters away, all of them are warriors, many of them are good players Even the tunnel that was interfered by experts of the same level has been penetrated.

Bing Hongcai's eyes widened.

His eyes were already full of anger, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, and he spoke slowly, his voice was very low, but he paused every word, as if with uncontrollable anger, as if if he spoke a little faster , it becomes roar and growl.

"This kind of military general, how did the military strategists let him live in the rivers and lakes?!"

Ah Liu didn't know how to answer, so he fell silent for a while, and said:

"The Cloud Swallower, Gongsun Jing."

"Origin, Shenwu Mansion."

Only then did Bing Hong open his mouth, his anger disappeared instantly like a punctured Cuju, leaving only exhaustion on his face.

Ah Liu didn't say anything, just looked at the fierce and unparalleled general below, and murmured in his heart.

There are 5000 people in Shenwu Mansion.

There are only 37 people in the Doujiang camp.

Gongsun Jing...

It was the youngest one.

The last sword in the black-clothed swordsman's hand had been thrown away, and the middle-aged scholar had fallen to the ground with a big hole in his throat.

The black-clothed swordsman was forced to a dead end, using his fingers as a sword, he made a sudden move, mobilized his vitality and turned it into several feet of sword energy, and tore it towards Gongsun Jing's neck. For a warrior of the same level, this was meaningless, but he shot desperately at this time. Even the dantian has been broken.

Gongsun raised his hand and crushed the sword energy.

Blood flowed from his left hand, and the tip of the spear had pierced the black-clothed swordsman's heart.

Silence all over the place.

Gongsun Jing staggered two steps, pulled out the spear in his hand, looked around, blood was overflowing, the blood in his body was still boiling, but he felt unspeakable loneliness and loneliness, lowered his head, looked at the bloody left hand, his eyes were in a trance He nodded, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he murmured in a low voice.

"Marshal, Ah Jing is already very strong..."

"It's very strong..."

In memory, the scholar who smiled warmly and comfortably raised his hand to stroke his hair, saying:

"Your name is too rustic, it doesn't match our Shenwu Mansion."

"I'll give you a new name, Jing."

"The meaning of calming the world."

"How is it? Ah Jing?"

That smile gradually shattered, and under the winter sun, Gongsun Jing was already in tears.

In the body, there seemed to be some chains that finally broke, and there was an illusory crackling sound. The general, who has always been like a walking corpse, stepped into the Shenwu Fighting General Camp at the age of 16, and then wasted nearly 20 years of youth. So far, Finally let go of myself completely.

The breath on his body climbed up slowly.

Until the peak of the sixth rank.

PS: The memory of Gongsun Jing, and then the Gongsun character card is online.

Wind, wind, gale, is borrowed from Zhang Yimou's movie, the setting of the Qin army

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