The underground in the backyard is the location of the Arrowmaking Factory of the Golden Bell Escort Agency.

Of course, Yuan Mingkong also knew the existence of the arrow manufacturing factory, so he said it openly.

However, people's generosity is not unfounded, especially between two people who have just met less than an hour. Not to mention that one of them has a surname Yuan and the other has a surname Zhao.

When Zhao Rang couldn't figure out what the other person wanted to do, he would always choose to remain silent and not even think about perfunctory. Sometimes he would shut up and listen carefully, which would make his mind clearer.

But after Yuan Mingkong finished talking about the feather arrow trading in the valley, he didn't say a word. The two of them were speechless for a long time, until the candle wicks on the table were burning for a long time and the candlelight began to shake continuously, and the solemn atmosphere between them was eased.

After all, Zhao Rang was better. Yuan Mingkong stretched his arms, yawned, and said casually:

"From this, one hundred and twenty miles away, we will reach the territory of the four countries in the Western Regions.

Long before leaving home, Zhao Rang knew about this Western Region country.

Lanmo could only rank at the end of the four countries in the Western Regions, but it was the most radical and brutal country, and even regarded looting as the foundation of its founding.

Yuan Mingkong saw that Zhao Rang's expression had changed and was about to continue talking, when an eagle cries suddenly came from the yard outside the house.

Immediately afterwards, the sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded one after another, and Zhao Rang subconsciously turned his head. He reached out to copy and grabbed an arrow.

The shaft of this arrow is about half shorter than that of an ordinary arrow, and the feathers at the tail are also incomplete, and the workmanship is extremely rough.

Such arrows are difficult to ensure stability after being shot. Only when shot at extremely close distances with great force can they ensure accuracy and lethality.

Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong looked at each other, and they blew out the candlelight on the table almost at the same time.

Sure enough, as soon as the candlelight was extinguished, no arrows shot into the room. However, there was a dense rain of arrows in the front yard where Jin Sanliang and a kind of corpse corpses were located.

It was already the second half of the night, and even though the studs were still on duty, they were also trying to get angry.

Relying on the hard skill of the Golden Bell Cover, Jin Sanliang stood up to this round of volley shots.

Others did not have the ability of him, and faced with the sudden rain of arrows, they were in chaos and ended up miserably.

When Zhao Rang heard the sound, he wanted to draw his sword to the front yard to help.

He had roughly guessed that these archers must be the Blood Eagle Warriors under Xifeng.

"They want to be shady!"

Yuan Mingkong said.

The reason why the Kim Jong Escort Agency was able to build such a large-scale arrow manufacturing factory underground in the backyard without being discovered is entirely due to the "Western Wind".

The two sides that Yuan Mingkong had previously said that trading 500,000 feather arrows in three days were the Golden Bell Escort Agency and "Xifeng Lie".

Zhao Rang realized that the archers in the front yard should have just had a feint attack, in order to delay the escorts of Jin Sanliang and Kim Jong Escort Agency as much as possible.

After all, the cash cash brought by the Taoist men in Baiheshan brought by the transactions was lost, and the Golden Clock Escort Agency would definitely lose its reputation, and it would not be impossible to even lose it.

What "Xifeng Lie" wants is to make the Jin Zhong Escort Agency clones unable to make choices.

If Jin Sanliang cuts his arms to survive, retreats to the backyard and guards the underground arrow factory with all his might, then "Xifeng Lie" doesn't mind beating the rabbit and taking away the ready-made silver in the front yard.

No matter what, they will not suffer any loss.

The incident happened suddenly, and Yuan Mingkong didn't care about telling the story. He grabbed Zhao Rang's arm and asked:

"I'm from the North!"

Zhao Rang didn't know why Yuan Mingkong asked this under this situation, but he still answered with certainty:

"certainly!"

Yuan Mingkong raised his hand and waved it and said:

"Then you can't let the arrow fall into the hands of the people in the Western Regions!"

After saying that, before waiting for Zhao Rang to respond, his figure flashed and turned into a shadow again. He jumped out of the window just like he did when he came in.

Zhao Rang took a deep breath and didn't bother to think too much.

He drew his sword in anger, slashed at the door, and cursed:

"Western Wind, I'll go fuck you!"

"I will sooner or later be the east wind crushing you!"

The door collapsed as soon as it touched. Zhao Rang held a knife in one hand and grabbed the door panel with the other, protected it beside him, resisting the hidden arrows shot from unknown places, and came from the corner door in the courtyard to the backyard.

The two jujube trees in the backyard were blazing with flames.

Zhao Rang saw that Yuan Mingkong had already fought with the "Western Wind" Blood Eagle Warriors.

The Blood Eagle Warriors are in groups of three, two holding long swords in their hands and one holding a sabre.

The long sword is the main sting, and the saber is dedicated to cutting Yuanming Kongxia Pan.

Zhao Rang threw the door panel in his hand vigorously and smashed it hard at the swordsman in the middle.

The swordsman noticed an unusual sound of wind coming from behind him, turned around and slashed, and the door panel shattered in the air.

The three of them paused slightly at this moment. Yuan Mingkong seized the opportunity, raised his body upward, and escaped from the attack.

But his shoulders were still stabbed by a long sword, and blood gushed out, instantly penetrated his clothes and flowed down his sleeves.

"Is it okay?"

Zhao Rang's sword was scattered and protected Yuan Mingkong behind him.

"It's okay, I was bitten by a mosquito."

Zhao Rang hummed disdainfully.

If such mosquitoes really exist, the people in the world would have been dead long ago.

"Do you know where the entrance to the arrow factory is?"

Although Yuan Mingkong knew that the Golden Bell Escort Agency secretly created arrows to attack the enemy, he still did not know the specific location.

Zhao Rang replied in a low voice:

"It's just between those two trees. But there is an institutional message, I don't know how to open it."

"I don't know that these bitches raised by "Xifenglie" are not known, otherwise they wouldn't have to fight with us."

Yuan Mingkong agreed with what Zhao Rang said, pulled off his sleeve, briefly bandaged the wound on his shoulder and said:

"They must have regarded us as the people from the Kim Jong Escort Agency. They want to catch a living and let us lead the way!"

Zhao Rang smiled, straightened his waist, clamped the back of the ring-headed knife to the bend of his arms, pulled it hard, wiped it clean, and said:

"Their sword may be for poison, so you should not be lucky. Since they want us to live, they will die themselves!"

After a few words, two three-person teams came in from the back wall. The Blood Eagle Warriors facing Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong became nine people.

Seeing Zhao Rang rushing towards him with a knife alone, the nine Blood Eagle Warriors didn't care at all. Their contempt could be seen through the face towel on their faces.

As the distance between Zhao Rang and them continued to get closer, three of the nine people began to retreat, while the two teams on the left and right turned over and blocked Zhao Rang's retreat.

Although this method is old-fashioned, it is very useful!

Seeing that Zhao Rang was about to hit the blade of the opponent's long sword as if he was dying, his foot turned, and changed from north to southwest, flashing through the three people on the right like a needle and threading.

Before the three of them completely turned around, Zhao Rang put the knife behind him, twisted his waist, and his body flashed to the east again.

One of the swordsmen reacted quickly and slashed at Zhao Rang, but it happened to slash the blade behind him. Apart from some recoil force, Zhao Rang was unscathed.

The two consecutive moves of changing shadows have made the formation of these nine men's previous subordinates chaotic.

He did not hesitate to take risks, and shuttled back and forth among the nine Blood Eagle Warriors in order to make them lose their own position and be flawless.

After standing firmly, Zhao Rang turned his wrist and made the ring-headed knife with his finger suddenly weighed a thousand pounds.

A strong and powerful, invincible knife force spread in the backyard, and even Yuan Mingkong, who was standing a little far away, felt a little heavy.

Taking two steps forward, Zhao Rang slashed out from his hand.

Faced with such a huge force, three swordsmen among the nine Blood Eagle Warriors looked solemn, and they were short, holding the hilt of the knife in both hands, ready to resist.

But they did not expect that the moment they intersected with Zhao Rang's blade, the previous terrifying power disappeared without a trace, and instead turned into a kind of nothingness and emptiness. It seemed that they had fallen into the quagmire, and the more they struggled, the deeper they fell.

While the three of them were confused, they suddenly heard a "puff".

The sound was very light, so light that they didn't believe that their ears could hear it, but it seemed to be coming from inside the body.

A stream of blood gushed out from the three of them.

When the blood spurted out, they discovered that Zhao Rang's knife had pierced their chests.

The one who had entangled their blade before was just a scabbard!

Zhao Rang's knife was too fast, almost over the erupting blood and almost over the death.

The three people's bodies were still warm, but the knife in his hand did not even stick to a drop of blood.

The other six people saw their companions' corpses, and a faint red mist radiated from their bodies, which was the manifestation of the power of qi and blood.

Zhao Rang knew that the other party wanted to fight desperately, so he turned to look at Yuan Mingkong and shouted:

"Have you had enough rest?"

Yuan Mingkong was so amused by this shout...
To be continued...