Girl, let me check it out.

Listening to him chattering so many words in succession, the stronger man was frightened by this man for a moment.

He was so suppressed that his face turned red for a moment, and he didn't know how to verbally respond to what this person said.

"These things you mentioned don't count... They have never fought with General Xiao, how can they know who wins and who loses?"

"Okay, let me name someone who has fought with Xiao Fuwei."

He sneered and continued.

"'Chen Yuxian, the 'Shattered God Mace', was the former deputy commander of Xuan Zhongwei. He wielded his mace as if he were the God of War, and ordinary people couldn't get close to him. Later, he was ordered to be arrested for collaborating with the enemy and treason, and conspiring to assassinate imperial officials."

"This person has fought with Xiao Fuwei. What's the result? Xiao Fuwei didn't fight him for a long time and let him run away. Don't you think it's funny? The commander-in-chief has never beaten the deputy commander-in-chief. I want him to Let me tell you, it would be better for Mr. Chen to be the leader of Xuan Zhongwei."

"This is not the end, there is something even more funny. After Chen Yuxian escaped from Changming City, he was wanted by Xuan Zhongwei. This Xuan Zhongwei, who is said to have eyes and ears all over the world, has been hunting for him for ten years! Until now! Haven’t caught it yet.”

"Is this the invincible Xiao Fuwei you said?"

He squinted at the pale, muscular man in front of him with disdain on his face.

"you……"

The strong Chinese character was furious and punched him directly in the face.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of hand, the onlookers stepped forward and started to break up the fight.

"Oh, why does this kid still hit someone when he can't say anything? He really can't afford to lose."

The store owner was very sad to see this.

"Hahahaha, that's interesting."

The man in the hat laughed hoarsely.

"Similarly when faced with disputes, some people like to use words, and some people like to use hands. People who use words always think that people who use hands are vulgar, and they don't understand their behavior. But let me tell you, this is something they have never experienced no matter what. A situation that cannot be solved with words.”

"Don't persuade others to do good without having done all kinds of evil. Those who can do it should stop talking."

"Sir, you said so..."

The store owner was stunned for a moment and then laughed heartily.

"That's true! A gentleman talks but doesn't do anything. We, the common people, are not gentlemen."

"Where can there be any gentleman in this great Zhou Dynasty..."

The man in a hat shook his head and glanced at him again.

"Your store is becoming more and more to my liking."

He fumbled for a piece of broken silver from his arms and threw it directly on the table without weighing it.

"Take it, just think it's just for the fun of those two young men just now."

"Oh, sir, this is too much..."

The store owner was surprised but also a little embarrassed.

Normally, his tea stall only charges a few copper coins, so where can he use the money?

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and they were almost in front of the tea stall.

"It's okay, just keep it. I'll give you another suggestion."

The man in a bamboo hat drank the tea from the big bowl in one gulp and wiped his mouth.

He stood up, gathered his hat, and hid his face in the shadow under the brim of the hat.

The shop owner only saw his sharp eagle eyes and a long scar on the side of his face.

"If someone asks you tomorrow what happened today, just answer truthfully and don't hide anything. Those two guys mentioned Xuan Zhongwei and Xiao Fuwei just now. I believe someone will come to them soon. "

"Xuan Zhongwei... hates people who lie to them the most."

When the store owner heard this, his expression became serious.

"Thank you sir for reminding me. We will remember it."

He said gratefully.

"Well, see you later."

The man in a hat waved his hand and slowly disappeared into the crowd.

The moment he turned around, a four-sided stick-like object about five feet long protruded from his waist. It seemed to be the weapon he had always hung on his waist.

"It doesn't look like a sword..."

The shopkeeper has been running this tea stall all year round. There are many people coming and going from the south gate of Changming. The shopkeeper has also seen many knights and knights, so he still has a good eye for identifying swords.

He could tell at a glance that this man's weapons were somewhat unpopular.

There is no curvature, not like a knife. It's as square as a stick, but it doesn't look like a sword.

It is said to be a stick, but it is too short.

It's a bit like...a mace?

锏？

The people nearby were still scuffling, and the yelling almost knocked over the turf roof.

Ignoring the noise around him, the store owner suddenly thought of something.

His tea stall is located on the only way in and out of Shuangqiao Gate. Due to its strategic location, it is natural to receive a lot of bits and pieces of news.

Naturally, the store owner had also seen Xuan Zhongwei's wanted notice.

He remembered... that "Shattering God's Mace" Chen Yuxian seemed to have a scar on his face.

He gasped.

……

……

After the man in the hat left the tea stall, his body turned into a black shadow. With a few flashes of movement, he was instantly away from the bustling Guocheng and came to the farmland area further south.

He stood on a remote hillside and looked at the yellow sand brought up by the galloping horse teams on the official road from a distance.

Yellow sand flies over the quiet farmland along with the sound of horse hooves, frightening away the steaming heat of summer.

"It's so fucking hot..."

The bamboo hat man tugged on his bamboo hat and cursed secretly.

Chai Xin had just sent a message to himself that the target he wanted to assassinate, King Guangling Fang Weihan, was running south with a group of Xuanzhong Guard cavalry, and was about to leave the Shuangqiao Gate, apparently leaving the city.

This is my chance.

"King Guangling Fang Weihan... What a pity..."

It's a pity that I quite like him, but he is destined to die here today.

The man in the hat took out his mace, which contained majestic and heavy blood.

He aimed at the cavalry in the distance and found his target in brocade robes.

As long as the mace is thrown from his hand, this blow containing violent blood energy can penetrate even a stone three feet deep. There is no way that Fang Weihan, who is in the fourth rotation, can block this blow.

After the accumulation was completed, he narrowed his eyes and was about to take action.

"Ok?"

He suddenly stopped and looked at the other person beside Fang Weihan in surprise.

He has a tall figure, black armor with gold patterns, a dark cloak on his back, a long sword with a wide blade without a sheath on his waist, and the sharp blade reflects the golden sunlight.

"Xiao Fuwei?!"

The man in a hat instantly regained his temper.

"What the hell, why is he here..."

Chapter 256 Inside Shili Village

The man in the hat put away his mace and lowered his body, hiding most of his body in the green wheat field.

As the commander of Xuan Zhong Guard, Xiao Fuwei has extremely strong counter-reconnaissance ability. If he is not so careful, he will definitely be discovered.

The cavalry moved forward, leaving a long trail of yellow sand on the official road.

Where are they going?

"Damn... these grandsons are really unreliable. They don't even know what they are going to do. They only report their whereabouts..."

The bucket man ran one foot deep and one foot shallow between the weeds and gravel, trying his best to maintain a parallel position with the horse team.

The strength of a rank- Mingwu warrior was enough to support him and his horse in a long-distance pursuit. He followed them for about ten miles before finally hearing the sound of their reining in their horses.

"This is……"

The man in a hat looked at the farm in the distance and frowned.

"Shili Village?"

Xuan Zhong's guards slowly spread out at the farm's gate, forming a guarded fan-shaped formation on both sides.

People say that the relationship between Prince Fang Weihan of Guangling and the Xiao family of Lanling is quite good, and it seems to be true now.

Xiao Fuwei had so many things to do that he actually accompanied someone out of the city to a remote farm.

But he can't be with Fang Weihan forever, and he still has many opportunities.

The man in the hat decided to investigate the origin of Shili Village first.

He slowly backed away and disappeared.

……

……

Fang Weihan stood on a balcony and looked over the railing.

The Feng Shui location of this Shili Village is excellent. It is at the highest point of the Shili embankment of Minghe River. In front of you is the fertile tidal flat, and further away is the rolling Minghe River.

White and green are distinct in front of Fang Weihan's eyes, weaving into a magnificent curtain.

Yes, it’s a good place to treat guests to a meal.

Fang Weihan decided to ask his servants to set up a small table on the terrace and treat Tao Yan to dinner here.

Just in time to catch up on the recent elegance of Changming City.

"Second uncle, how are you? Have you found any traces of the assassin?"

Next to Fang Weihan stood Xiao Fuwei.

The Commander-in-Chief of the Xuan Zhong Guard has always been taciturn. At this moment, he stood beside him with his sword in hand, like a statue of the God of War.

"There was indeed someone following us along the way, but I couldn't determine his location."

Xiao Fuwei said lightly.

"The warrior's energy gave me an early warning, but I didn't feel the fluctuations in his power. There are two possible reasons."

"First, this person is proficient in some kind of profound cultivation hidden method. Second, this person's cultivation is higher than mine."

Fang Weihan automatically ignored the second possibility.

Is it higher than the master in front of me? Isn’t that the seventh turn?

The only seventh-level monk that Fang Weihan knew clearly was the master of Linyuan Pavilion. He can't do it himself, can he?

If there are other seventh-level monks in the world who come to assassinate him, then Fang Weihan should stop struggling in vain. Just surrender, you can't beat them anyway.

"What now? Is he still staring at us now?"

Fang Weihan asked again.

"No, he should have left."

Xiao Fuwei looked above his head with deep meaning.

"But along the way, in addition to the vague Qi warning, there is something above us staring at us."

The long sword at his waist suddenly began to vibrate slightly, and the light of blood flowed faintly on the blade.