I became a prince in a martial arts world.

The black-clad knight died; Wang Yu had driven a sword into his throat, piercing his neck.

Zhao Yingjie and the others gathered around, all of them shocked.

The black-clad knight's martial arts skills were not weak. Judging from his attack just now, he was definitely above Zhao Yingjie. Although he was not as good as Zhao Shan and Zhao He, it would not be easy for them to take him down.

However, Wang Yu broke through the opponent's eagle-beak hoe in just a few moves and pierced the opponent's throat with a sword.

"I couldn't break his eagle-beak hoe, but he couldn't break my swordsmanship because I was always on the offensive."

Wang Yu had a clear understanding of himself: "The opponent's first move was in mid-air, making it difficult to change his stance, and he was also careless, but even so, he still managed to block my longsword."

The second mistake was his impatience. He was too eager to force me back, so he didn't notice the change in the rhythm of my swordplay. Caught off guard, he was stabbed and died.

Seven Styles of Sunset: Evening Clouds and Light Smoke.

This move was indeed a defensive move, but with the modifications made by the tortoise shell, it concealed an attack within its defense, appearing slow but actually fast, catching the black-clad knight off guard and causing him to be injured and killed.

However, if the opponent were to calm down and face Wang Yu head-on, his pair of eagle-beak hoes would be unpredictable, making it difficult for Wang Yu to defeat him.

"Brother Yu, a win is a win, no need for further discussion!" Zhao Yingjie chimed in. "His carelessness means his death!"

Zhao Shan and Zhao He both nodded.

"This person's martial arts are not weak. It is said that Shi Mo has taken in seven disciples. I wonder which one he is?" Zhao He said.

Zhao Shan shook his head, "Anyway, it's not the first two."

Shi Mo himself is a martial arts master. His first two disciples were taken in by him in his early years and are now innate masters. Of course, they are not the black-clad knight in front of him.

"We've encountered an enemy in the wild, and it's Shi Mo's disciple. We shouldn't stay here any longer. Let's head into the pass," Zhao Shan said.

Zhao He's eyes narrowed. "Yang Tianzhao sent us out of the pass, but we were attacked by the enemy..."

Wang Yu shook his head and said, "We should have sent him the message that we were coming to comfort the troops long ago. If Yang Tianzhao wanted to harm me, the person who ambushed us here would not be him."

Moreover, if it were him, when we first arrived, he would have tried his best to gain my trust, instead of putting on a show to test me, or even testing me in a disrespectful way.

Zhao He breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. He wasn't worried about not being able to return to the pass, since they all possessed martial arts skills and didn't necessarily need to enter or exit through Jinfeng Pass. What he was worried about was Yang Tianzhao leading the Black Qiang cavalry into the Central Plains to plunder, which would be a serious matter.

He didn't care about five cavalrymen, but if five hundred cavalrymen fired a volley, even with extraordinary abilities, he would only meet his end in regret.

"Return to Jinfeng Pass!"

The group placed the corpses of several Black Qiang cavalrymen onto their horses and then returned to Jinfeng Pass together.

Yang Tianzhao arrived upon hearing the news, and a soldier beside him recognized the black-clad knight.

"This is Shi Mo's sixth disciple, named Naratuo. He appeared outside the pass before the New Year when the garrison was rotated and killed several of our brothers."

"Because there are only scattered Black Qiang cavalry after the New Year, and experts usually appear in the autumn, it was my oversight. Please punish me, Your Highness," Yang Tianzhao apologized to Wang Yu.

"It has nothing to do with you." Wang Yu helped Yang Tianzhao up. "On the contrary, your suggestion led us to kill one of Shi Mo's disciples, which is actually a good thing for our patrol team. Just be careful when the brothers go out to patrol afterwards, and be careful that the other side may send more experts to seek revenge."

Yang Tianzhao narrowed his eyes and said seriously, "This humble general understands."

……

Unable to find any martial arts manuals or elixirs on Narathu, Wang Yu simply took his pair of eagle-beak hoes, intending to keep them at the palace.

After all, he was the first enemy to die at his hands, and he deserves to be remembered.

Speaking of this, he recalled the martial arts novels he had read in his previous life, where many masters seemed to have the habit of collecting the weapons of their enemies.

Wait a minute, it seems like most of these masters were defeated by the protagonist?

Gan!

I am the main character!

Wang Yu sat in the car, fiddling with the hoe in his hand.

Qianqian sat down next to Wang Yu, leaning gently against him, glancing at him while looking at the hoe in his hand.

This eagle-beak hoe is only two feet long. The hoe body is made of oil-soaked wood, covered with a layer of iron sheet, and carved with cloud patterns and flying eagles. The handle is wrapped with silk for grip.

The top of the hoe is shaped like a real eagle's beak, with a short blade about an inch long at the top, which can be used to stab or hook, and can be used to grab weapons.

This is a rather exquisite and unusual weapon.

"I heard that Shi Mo's weapon is a pair of bone claws?" Wang Yu asked, referring to what Lu Yunzhou had told him.

"Not bad," Zhao He, who was driving the carriage, replied from outside. "A pair of finely crafted steel and white bone claws, capable of stabbing, pecking, hooking, circling, and smashing; the moves are extremely exquisite."

The moves were extremely exquisite?

This is quite different from the grassland warriors in Wang Yu's mind. Aren't grassland warriors supposed to be rough and brutal, using brute force to overpower others?

"It is said that when Shi Mo was young, he traveled all over the world and studied under the famous judge of the Central Plains. He also learned the White Bone View of Tantric Buddhism from the snowy region. Combining it with the secret of the grassland divine skill of burying bones, he created the White Bone Burial Method and the 9981 White Bone Claw Technique, and stepped into the realm of a grandmaster."

Zhao He explained, "According to the old prince, Shi Mo's internal strength is both profound and strange, and his moves are both rough and exquisite. He combines the strengths of the grassland, snow region, and Central Plains schools. If it weren't for the old prince's 'Fire Reflection' internal strength being as hot as fire and his swordsmanship being wide and sweeping, which perfectly countered him, even ordinary martial arts masters might not be his match."

Wang Yu clicked his tongue. "Wow, that's amazing!"

"That's a martial arts master." Zhao He's words revealed his longing. Even though he was Shi Mo's enemy, he had to admit that the other party had great achievements in martial arts.

Without exceptional talent and extraordinary endowment, even advancing to the Innate Realm is as difficult as ascending to heaven, let alone becoming a martial arts master.

Wang Yu nodded. He had killed his apprentice, and the Zhenxi Prince's Mansion itself was an enemy of the Qiang people. This should be the big boss he would face in the future.

Martial arts master?

Looks like I need to take more medicine!

This time, I came to the northern front to support the troops and escorted a large amount of supplies, which slowed down the process. It has been more than half a month now, and I don't know if Zhao Rong has purchased any more tonics.

Returning from Jinfeng Pass, we headed south and soon approached Longshan City.

Wang Yu had the convoy follow slowly behind, while he took Qianqian, Zhao Yingjie, Zhao Shan, and Zhao He on the road. The journey was relatively free, and they even took a detour to enjoy the spring scenery.

After spending several days together, Wang Yu and Qianqian's relationship progressed further. In addition to holding hands, they could also kiss and cuddle. However, Qianqian avoided Wang Yu's attempts to take things further.

Well, the plan to purge the prostitutes still needs to be put on the agenda.

As Wang Yu was thinking, he heard the sounds of clashing weapons and shouts of fighting.

"What's going on?" Zhao Yingjie asked, sitting on the front side of the car.

"It sounds like they've encountered bandits on the road." Zhao Shan, who was riding beside him, listened intently. He was a master of concealed weapons, able to pinpoint locations by sound, and had exceptional hearing. After listening for a moment, his expression changed. "It sounds like the Qishan bandits!"

Wang Yu lifted the carriage curtain. "Let's go take a look!"

Zhao Shan and Zhao He spurred their horses, and together with ten royal guards, they rode forward and soon arrived at the battlefield.

More than thirty bandits, each armed with a weapon, surrounded and attacked four gray-robed monks. The monks were skilled in martial arts, but they were no match for the sheer number of bandits, including some experts. So they fought and fled, heading towards Wang Yu and his group.

Wang Yu and his group saw them, and they, of course, also saw the convoy and the imperial guards.

Seeing the royal guards in their uniforms, swords at their waists and knives at their sides—clearly a well-trained and combat-ready force—one of the monks cried out for help, "We are monks from Baolun Temple. We have encountered bandits from Qishan on the road. Please help us!"

The bandits who also saw Wang Yu and his group intensified their attack. Two of them suddenly attacked while the monk was speaking. One of them cleaved Mount Hua with his bare hands. The monk dodged to the side, but was caught off guard by a long sword slashing past from the other side.

The monk couldn't help but cry out in pain. As his shoulder was injured, his backpack was also cut off, and a square box the size of a fist fell out.

The other three monks were alarmed when they saw this and rushed in, but were blocked by the surrounding bandits.

The last bandit to strike crouched down and took the wooden box in his hand. Upon opening it, he saw a pill the size of a thumb inside, pure white like jade, emitting a faint fragrance.

"Got the goods! Let's go!" the bandit shouted, then turned and left.

The other bandits also wanted to follow, but they were caught off guard when the monks who had just been running away suddenly turned around and gave chase.

The monk whose shoulder had been slashed pleaded with Wang Yu and his companions for help once more, saying, "The bandits have stolen the Snow Lotus Jade Marrow Pill refined by our temple's elder. It was originally intended to be sent to the Great Vajra Temple. We beg you righteous men for your assistance; our temple will surely reward you handsomely!"

"Great Vajra Temple! Snow Lotus Jade Marrow Pill?"

Wang Yu's eyes lit up; it was like a godsend when someone was about to fall asleep. He immediately waved his hand, "Snatch the pills back!"

Zhao Shan and Zhao He leaped up, as fast as galloping horses, and circled around the sides of the battlefield. They caught up with the bandit in less than twenty zhang.

"Who are you?" the bandit exclaimed in surprise, not expecting to encounter such skilled individuals while on his way down the mountain. He shouted sharply, "I am from Qishan Jingang Village, and my chieftain will be here shortly!"

Zhao Shan's brow twitched, but he didn't hesitate at all, sending three flying stones in a triangular formation. "Let's talk when your chieftain arrives!"

That bandit was a skilled fighter, the strongest among the Qishan bandits. He had been hiding in the crowd, waiting for a chance to strike. Now, facing Zhao Shan's flying stones, he ducked and dodged, but his speed faltered, and Zhao He caught up with him.

The bandit slashed three times in quick succession, but Zhao He pressed forward. Though unarmed, his fingers were like steel, never leaving the bandit's wrist, forcing the bandit to retreat repeatedly.

Zhao Shan raised his right hand, and another flying stone flew diagonally, hitting the bandit's groin point in the back of his knee.

The bandit cried out in pain as the wooden box in his left hand flew out of his grasp, but Zhao He leaped up and caught it in one swift motion.

At this moment, the bandits and monks had already fought nearby. Zhao Shan and Zhao He did not linger in the battle and immediately turned back to the carriage, handing the wooden box to Wang Yu.

As he handed over the wooden box, Zhao Shan immediately said, "The other party is from Qishan Jingang Village. He said the village chief will arrive soon."

Zhao He continued, "The leader of Jingang Village is Wei Honggang, also known as Poison Hand Weituo, one of the five great bandits of Qishan."

The two said in unison, "This place is not safe to stay any longer. Your Highness, please return to the city immediately."