My wife is Invincible East

Shang Ming saw that the atmosphere was a little awkward, so he chuckled and said flatteringly with narrowed eyes, "Then I, this old servant, will wait and see."

However, he was thinking that it would be nice to take a break and recuperate, and he had no expectation at all of the iron bird falling from the sky.

Seeing their expressions, Zhu Moye knew that they did not believe it, but he did not get angry. He just smiled without comment.

I'm really looking forward to seeing their expressions later.

"By the way, I haven't used the Detection Technique since I got it."

During the waiting period, Zhu Moye suddenly remembered that he had not yet used the skills rewarded after unlocking the achievement after extorting 20 million silver from Hosokawa Ono.

He immediately turned his gaze to Shang Ming, who was resting with his eyes closed, and said to himself: Investigate!

Low-level martial arts plane: The Smiling, Proud Wanderer

Character: Shang Ming

Age: 65 years old

Level: A top martial arts master, with late-stage innate internal skills, cultivation techniques, and the Sunflower Manual.

Strength: 12000

Features: Body like a ghost, palms like silver snakes!

Weakness: The castrated brother!

A complete line of information suddenly appeared in Zhu Moye's mind, and Zhu Moye was dumbfounded.

This is simply a divine skill!

What he said was exactly right. Shang Ming was indeed the top master of the Ming Dynasty, and he was hard to beat. He had indeed practiced the internal force of the Sunflower Manual for forty years. The biggest feature of his attack was that it was as fast and strange as a ghost, and as cunning and cruel as a poisonous snake.

The most important thing is that even his weaknesses were pointed out.

As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in every battle. If you know a person's weaknesses, even a third-rate master can kill a first-rate master unexpectedly.

Zhu Moye suddenly had an idea, closed his eyes and silently said: Check myself!

Low-level martial arts plane: The Smiling, Proud Wanderer

Character: Zhu Moye

Age: 13 years old

Level: A top-notch martial arts expert, no internal skills, physical training has reached the peak, no cultivation techniques.

Strength: 6000

Characteristics: Extremely strong and masculine, able to break through all obstacles with one force!

Weakness: No internal force, difficult to resist the invasion of internal force.

"Ah, the peak of Nei Gang is only half of Shang Ming's level. It seems that the secrets inside are much more mysterious than simple physical training."

Zhu Moye opened his eyes and sighed softly.

After ten years of devilish training and enduring all kinds of hardships, he had finally trained this frail body to the extreme. However, he did not expect that the peak state of physical training would only give him half the strength of the world's top masters.

Moreover, this certainly does not mean that two Zhu Moyes can beat Shang Ming. They are not on the same level at all. Even if ten of them come, they can't kill him with one punch unless they get close to him.

As for the two realms after the National Art, the Golden Elixir and the Indestructible God, they are already enough to break through the void and glimpse the realm of the gods.

No one has ever achieved this level in the records. It is estimated that it is definitely not a level that can be achieved through physical training.

It can be said that the realm of releasing Gang Jin is already the pinnacle of pure Chinese martial arts, and there is no possibility of further improvement.

If you want to dramatically increase your own strength, internal strength is essential.

After realizing the gap between himself and the top martial arts masters, Zhu Moye became more and more anxious. He wished he could grow wings and fly to Dali Prefecture immediately to obtain Duan Yu's inheritance, complete the pig farming plan, and reach the peak of martial arts!

As expected, at this moment, a dazzling light suddenly appeared in the sky, like a small sun, illuminating an area of ​​several thousand meters in radius.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing roar of an engine came from the sky, startling everyone so much that they all looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, Shang Ming, Long Er, Long San and others were struck by lightning. These people who had seen all kinds of storms and waves were so frightened that they trembled all over.

"Oh my god! Liu Bowen's prediction of the iron bird flying in the sky actually came true!"

"How is this possible? I must be dreaming!"

"Brother, pinch me, hiss...it hurts, it seems real!"

After everyone marveled at it for a while, the fighter jet finally landed slowly, the hatch opened automatically, and invited people in.

"finally come."

Zhu Moye smiled slightly and remained calm. As a top professional killer, he had to deal with various means of transportation all the time.

A fighter jet was nothing new to him.

Shang Ming and others were extremely surprised when they saw the calm Zhu Moye. They didn't expect that the prince could really summon the things in the prophecy. He was indeed the man of destiny!

Zhu Moye didn't bother to care about their reactions. He walked leisurely to the front of the cab, jumped up, and sat steadily on the first seat. He looked at the ancient Han sword on the right side of the seat and the fluorescent He Shi Bi, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he looked up at Shang Ming and called out, "Shang Ming, sit in the back."

Shang Ming didn't suspect anything. He tapped the horse's back with his toes, jumped up, and sat in the rear driver's seat.

Seeing this, Long Er and Long San became very anxious. It seemed that this iron bird could only accommodate two people. What should they do?

"Long Er and Long San, you two go back to Chen Village first and protect Miss Dongfang. If nothing unexpected happens, I will be back tomorrow!"

Although the two men were reluctant to hear this, it was an order, and as members of the Dragon Guard, they had to carry it out. They jumped off their horses, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully, "We will obey the orders of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. We will wait for His Royal Highness to find the treasure and return triumphantly!"

Zhu Moye nodded in satisfaction, and without hesitation, he secretly pressed the switch, and the cabin door closed immediately. A raging flame erupted from the tail of the plane, and it rose rapidly.

In an instant, it disappeared into the sky like a meteor chasing the moon.

Chapter 46: Dali's shocking changes!

"Cool!"

Enjoying the feeling of speeding through the sky and cutting through the air like thunder and lightning, this long-lost sense of speed made Zhu Moye shout out in pleasure.

Originally, we brought Shang Minglong and the other four along with us just to ride our horses along the national highway. The enemy was in the dark while we were in the light, so we wanted to avoid being ambushed. This was just a precaution.

Now that we have fighter jets that can reach speeds of hundreds of kilometers per hour, what use do we still need them?

No matter how high their martial arts skills are, can they still fly into the sky and kill people?

Just leave Shang Ming, who has the best martial arts skills, to help run errands.

After the flight stabilized, Zhu Moye set the route, then released the joystick and picked up the imperial seal and the Heshi Bi beside him.

Zhu Moye stared at the glittering jade in his hand, and a gleam of heat flashed in his eyes. With this thing, he didn't even need to resort to any means to win over the people's hearts.

What's more, he also has the imperial sword that Liu Bang used to kill the white snake and start the uprising: Chixiao!

He exchanged for this one of the ten famous ancient swords not on a whim, but by wasting ten thousand points.

Rather, in today's era, wearing a good sword is a symbol of status and a guarantee of a warrior's life.

If it was just a magical weapon that could cut through iron like mud and split mountains and crush rocks, Zhu Moye would never have spent 10,000 points to exchange it for it.

It can be made by finding the best swordsmith in the Ming Dynasty, but this Chixiao has extraordinary significance.

First, this sword is the imperial sword of Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang. It is the sword of the orthodox imperial way of the Han Dynasty. Its historical value is immeasurable. Anyone who owns it must be an emperor of all ages with supreme authority.

Second, according to legend, the soul of the First Emperor turned into a white snake. Liu Bang held Chi Xiao and killed the white snake to start an uprising, which meant that he wanted to overthrow the tyranny of the emperor and establish a more magnificent foundation than the First Emperor.

If the first point is useless, the second point is of extraordinary significance.

Zhu Moye gently stroked the blood-red sword of Chi Xiao, feeling the biting cold light on the sword edge, and a strange smile flashed across his face.

Shang Ming, who was sitting in the back, became curious when he saw Zhu Moye take out two things, and shifted his gaze to his hands.

A lustrous emerald green jade seal caught his eye, with a piece of pure gold inlaid on one corner without any trace.

Shang Ming's cloudy old eyes suddenly narrowed, and he cried out in horror, "The Imperial Seal!?"

The imperial seal that had been lost for hundreds of years ended up in the hands of the crown prince.

It's really a twist of fate. The imperial seal and the Heshi Bi, which successive emperors have spent countless years searching for with the entire nation's resources, inexplicably fell into the hands of the crown prince.

Shang Ming finally calmed down after a long sigh. After all, in his opinion, the prince was the only son of Emperor Chenghua, and it was certain that he would inherit the throne in the future.

Finding the imperial seal would only make the people loyal to him in the future. The people's hearts were as solid as iron and unbreakable, which was just the icing on the cake.

Even though there was no Heshi Bi before, wasn’t the emperor still the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty?

Shang Ming smiled flatteringly and was about to congratulate and flatter Zhu Moye, but he saw Zhu Moye take out a blood-red sword that was as gorgeous as a gem, emitting a red glow and as fiery as the sun.

The sword body is about four fingers wide, and the hilt is simple and unpretentious. It is made of bronze and is roughly the same shape as a Qin sword.

In the center of the hilt, there are two large characters in small seal script engraved: Chi Xiao!

boom!

This time, Shang Ming could no longer remain calm. His emotions exploded instantly. He jumped up from his seat in excitement and hit his head on the tempered glass above his head. There was a loud bang, and he felt dizzy and saw stars.

"Why are you panicking? You're useless!"

Zhu Moye heard the noise behind him, turned around and scolded with a stern look.

Fortunately, the glass cabin door of this fighter jet was specially made, otherwise it would have been broken by Shang Ming, the martial arts master, and if the air flow had rushed in, perhaps both of them would have gone to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures.

Shang Ming touched the big bump on his head, laughed dryly, and felt a little embarrassed. Then he frowned and asked in a deep voice:

"Prince, you hold the Imperial Seal and the Imperial Sword Chixiao in your hands. Do you want to..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhu Moye gave him a cold stare that made his whole body go cold and he swallowed his words.

"Some things are better left unsaid. If you say them out loud, it could be fatal."

The indifferent words floated into Shang Ming's limbs and bones, and he felt a chill in every bone.

Why could this prince, whose martial arts skills were far inferior to his, make him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar with just one sentence?

What a natural born evil star!

Shang Ming has always been a person who understands current affairs. He immediately shut his mouth obediently, squinted his eyes and began to rest, not daring to say anything more.

"Zhu Jianshen... I hope you won't be stubborn... Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to disregard my feelings and follow Liu Bang's example..."

Zhu Moye's eyes flickered, and after muttering something in his heart, he also hugged his chest, closed his eyes, and began to rest and recuperate.

The next day, early in the morning, the sun had just risen for less than an hour.

A strange roar was heard in a dense jungle outside Dali City. After a few seconds, a cloud of dust rose and the roar suddenly disappeared.

In less than a quarter of an hour, an old man and a young man walked out of the jungle. They were Zhu Moye and Shang Ming.

Both of them looked refreshed and energetic, with no signs of fatigue from traveling all night.

This is the unique advantage that warriors have. Just a little meditation and breathing can make their energy reach its peak. One hour of rest is enough to last an ordinary person a whole night.

"Eunuch Shang, did Xiao Zhengzi mention where he is now?"

Zhu Moye seemed to have forgotten that he had oppressed the other party with murderous intent a few hours ago. With a warm smile on his face, making people feel like they were in a spring breeze, he asked politely.

Shang Ming was still immersed in the shock of having traveled thousands of miles in half a night.

Hearing Zhu Moye's question, he dared not neglect it. The evil prince, a master of Sichuan opera, changed his face at will.

He then respectfully said, "Your Highness, Eunuch Yu only mentioned that they found Duan Yu's remains in a green field. The exact location is probably known only to the local prefect."

"Let's go into the city!"

Zhu Moye nodded, his expression unchanged. China is a vast land with abundant resources. It is impossible to label every place with a name. It is normal that there is no specific location.

After saying hello, he walked towards Dali City not far away.

After walking less than a hundred steps, they saw luxurious carriages galloping out of the city in an endless stream, as if they were a convoy of several merchant groups.

Zhu Moye was very confused, and without hesitation he jumped onto the back of a horse in the front carriage. He pulled the reins hard, and the horse stopped immediately.

The coachman was so frightened by this high-flying trick that he was speechless for a long time.

A moment later, the carriage door curtain opened, and a middle-aged businessman with a beard emerged and said respectfully, "Excuse me, young man, what is your intention in blocking my way?"

"What happened in Dali City?"

Zhu Moye's eyes flashed like lightning, and he asked directly to the point. He didn't believe that these businessmen who had no interest in making money would be so bored as to move in a group.