Lu Pinglan is determined to win Mo Wen's sword technique and Ji Jiang's finger, and now he can't help but think about anything else. Only by escaping from a genius is the right way.

After that, the two of them tried their best. Lu Pinglan's cinnabar palm was fully powerful, and Qingyan even pulled out the sword again, fighting with him with his left finger and right sword.

Broken bricks and tiles flew together, and three or four large holes had been broken into the entire eaves.

Lu Pinglan had a palm on Qingyan's shoulder, and the latter instantly kicked him away.

They flew backwards to each other, and Lu Pinglan hit the wall, and tried his best to swallow the blood in his mouth. Qingyan was lucky and fell to the yard and rolled a few times, but the torn pain on his left shoulder made his eyebrows frown.

He stood up slowly, Qingyan glanced around.

Because the yard is halfway up the mountain and the view is excellent, Qingyan can easily see it. With the yard as the center, countless torches will illuminate the Iron Palm Sect as bright as daytime, and the disciples in the sect set up defense lines on the three layers inside and three layers outside.

"It turns out that you are setting up a net of heaven and earth. You thief look down on me so much. I don't know if I should be happy or sad." Qing Yan took this opportunity to adjust his breathing.

Lu Pinglan walked out slowly and stood on the steps, "Your identity is very wide-ranging. If you fail to escape, it will be a little bit more worthwhile."

"Today I will come to the Iron Palm Sect. Apart from you, the thief and the minions, few people should know. Even if I escape and tell you about what happened tonight, who can believe that the Iron Palm Sect has the courage to murder the King of Side by?"

"It's useless to say more, you and I will see the truth!"

Seeing that he attacked again, Qingyan endured the pain in his shoulder and made a decision in his heart.

When the opponent slapped Qingyan's face, the latter did not take the initiative and moved left and right to avoid his sharp edge.

Seeing this, Lu Pinglan didn't dare to be careless, and still attacked with all his strength, striving to take it down in the shortest time.

The two of them attacked and defended in this courtyard, and they were in a stalemate for a long time.

But as Qin Mu said before, when facing the enemy with Cinnabar Palm, do not defend more and attack less. Unless your skills are much higher, you will definitely be at a disadvantage.

Gradually, Lu Pinglan's palm shadow gradually narrowed Qingyan's range of movement, making it even more difficult for him to resist.

At this moment, Lu Pinglan saw the opportunity and tried his best to slap Qingyan in the chest. He asked himself that this blow would definitely hit him.

When he actually patted his chest, Lu Pinglan saw that there was no look of horror in the other person's eyes, but instead fierce and decisive.

There is a fraud!

But at the same time, Qingyan's left hand was already firmly grasping Lu Pinglan's right wrist, and he stabbed the Qingluan sword into Lu Pinglan's throat without hesitation.

This change of trick that hurt the enemy's 1,000 damages himself made Lu Pinglan shocked that his hair stood up. He tried his best to point his toes upwards, but even so, the Qingluan sword stabbed into his body.

With one blow, Qingyan drew out his sword and swept back quickly, endured the qi and blood rushing in his chest and fled out.

"Stop him!"

Lu Pinglan pressed his right chest hard, but the bright red blood still gushed out.

Finally, he felt the situation Lin Jialuo was on Qingcheng Mountain at that time. Qingyan's eyes were cold and he rushed towards the solid defense line that was waiting for his leisure.

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At the hour of Mao, Shi Zhan inspected the inside and outside the government office. When he entered Zhuge Youlin's yard, he suddenly drew out a horizontal knife and slashed behind him.

"It's me, don't be nervous."

When Shi Zhan heard the sound, he had already put away his knife. When he saw the expression of the person behind him, he was extremely shocked.

"Your Majesty, you are..."

"Don't make a name for yourself, help me in." Qingyan supported the other party and slowly entered the room.

"Mo Xue is at the end of the second alley in the north of the government office. You can send someone to bring it back later." Qingyan ordered in a hoarse voice.

"Prince! Who hurt you? Bei Yi will take someone to kill his whole family!" Shi Zhan looked at the other party's pale face and the dry blood on his collar, and felt endless anger in his heart.

Thinking that if there was no prince, he would probably have been living and waiting for the rest of his life. It was him who helped him find the direction of his life and that he could be the best brother in the world. Although the other party had a noble status, he never regarded himself as an outsider and taught himself like a eldest brother.

But now seeing that his majestic body was severely damaged, Shi Zhan really wanted to turn the pain on himself.

"Don't worry, I was fighting against the master last night. Although I didn't get any advantage, I was also a loss-making loss. Ahem..."

He coughed blood on the ground, which made Shi Zhan even more worried, "Your Majesty, you are in a serious condition. Why not let the imperial doctor come over and take a look."

Seeing the other party's eyes flushed, Qingyan teased: "You are the tooth general of the Huwei Camp, why do you still cry like you don't look big? You don't need to summon the imperial doctor, I just need to rest for a few days."

"But you see that you have suffered severe internal injuries. If you are not properly treated, you may have a root cause."

"It's okay, you can believe me. When I was resting these days, I had to be so energetic. Zhuge Youlin's life must not be lost."

Shi Zhan bowed and said that.

"Also, I won't be recuperating in the government office these days. If someone asks me, just tell me the secret directly, and there is no need to explain it."

"How can the prince recover from his injuries alone? What should I do if I meet a bad person again!"

"Don't be so loud." Qingyan patted the other person's shoulder and continued: "I'm extremely safe in Baolin City. There will be no trouble. At most, I will return to the government office in three days." After that, Qingyan stood up and walked out.

"Please help me arrange it, I'll walk through the back door."

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Iron Palm Sect, Lu Pinglan's eyes were cold in a small courtyard.

Feeling the pain in his chest, he angrily threw the wine pot to the ground.

"Zhao Qingyan, I didn't expect that you were so brave, but don't think that escaping was of use. After receiving the cinnabar palm with ten successes, your internal organs will be exhausted within ten days. Then, I can't save you!"

"Go to Baolin City to lay out the eyeliner. This sect will know when he will be angry at the first time!"

Baolin City, in an inconspicuous inn.

Qingyan sat cross-legged on the couch to regulate his breathing and breathing. The Lingxiao Jue had been running for sixteen small circles. Although he had not rested, he could not feel any fatigue at all.

[Fuyao's air goes up to Kunlun, the bright mirror and mysterious mirror Langque Lan. Fighting into the sky, the Han power and the Styx River, breaking Heng and killing the Demon Buzhou Mountain...]

[Xuanmingtai, the righteous sun, the brocade lotus, the Weng Tiangu, the unreal true, the sky...]

The general outline and mantra of Lingxiao Jue clearly emerged in Qingyan's mind. Since the correct practice of Lingxiao Jue under the guidance of his grandfather, his body has undergone earth-shaking changes. It should be what my grandfather said before, and it is called Qi as rainbow, Spirit as Condensation, Skin as Brocade, Bone as Steel, Essence as Sun, and Strong as Split Bamboo.

I thought it would take three to five years to reach this stage, but I didn’t expect that it would take less than a year, which was really overwhelming.

If that night had not been based on the Lingxiao Art magical skill, he would never dare to take the full force of his palm, otherwise he would have lost his ability to move if he had not died on the spot.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but start to wonder about Lu Pinglan's motives again.

I didn't hear my grandfather say that I had any old grudges with the Iron Palm Sect. If I insisted on saying anything, I would only be able to be helped by Jian Sanshi, but based on this alone, Qing Yan didn't believe that Lu Pinglan would kill him.

At that time, Lu Pinglan said that he would receive a generous reward after killing him. You can imagine how tempting it was to get this reward. Moreover, the other party’s words meant that he was not afraid of the pursuit of the court and grandfather. This was also what bothered Qingyan.

Even if no one believed what he said, didn’t he know his weight in the heart of Emperor Ling? If he really made up his mind to ask Emperor Ling to destroy the Iron Palm Sect, would Lu Pinglan not be afraid?

The most important thing is that sentence.

[Evil things? That's right. I, Lu Pinglan, have done a lot of evil things in my life. Maybe you will know what evil things Lu has done after you go to the underworld]

There is a problem with this sentence, but I can't figure out where the problem lies.

But in the final analysis, since he stepped into the Wujun land, he has laid layers of traps around him, and in order to achieve his goal, he will also involve Zhuge Youlin.

The Emperor and the Prince Pei.

Only these two people are the most suspicious. They both want to die quickly and they are also able to set up such a big picture and put the entire Wu County and even Yangzhou on the chessboard.

After slowly completing the exercise, Qingyan vomited a breath of turbid air, feeling refreshed, and the tearing feeling in his chest was relieved by most of it.

"It's not that easy to kill me..."

Walking to the bed and looking at the bustling streets, Qingyan fell into deep thought again.

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Xiliang, military camp sixty miles south of Luoyang.

Bailiji stood on the sentry tower and collided with the soldiers in the army and nodded frequently.

"Your Highness, Tiefutu has been expanding its army for five years, and 40,000 troops are well trained to serve ten."

"I didn't expect that in just five years, Tiefutu had such a great reputation. It shows that you and the good governance of the army have not been wrong at the beginning."

Standing next to Bailiji was a man in his thirties named Hu Bugui, who was the general of the cavalry and cavalry. He was the best among the young and strong sects in Xiliang. Although he is now the chief general of Tiefutu, few people know that he was just a servant in the prince's mansion ten years ago.

"Tiefutu is the top priority of our country as a sharp knife against Nan Zhao, and the number of soldiers is not large. Forty thousand people is enough. You don't need to recruit new recruits in the future, just practice hard."

Hu Bugui's deep voice should be true.

After watching for a while, Bailiji slowly walked down the sentry tower, "In half a year, you must ensure that Tiefutu can go into battle at any time."

Although Bailiji's voice was light, it still clearly reached Hu Bugui's ears. The latter paused when he heard this, and said with surprise on his face: "Your Highness! Could it be..."

"Don't make a statement, you can only know about this. If the news leaks, don't blame me for killing me at that time."

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I will never reveal even a few words!"

"Okay, you don't have to give it to me." Bailiji slowly walked towards the coach's tent.

Hu Bugui stood there and bowed, forcing his expression to show his voice, but the news was too shocking.

Since meeting Xiliang, he has only launched an offensive against Nan Zhao once, but not only did he not destroy Nan Zhao, he welcomed a god of killing.

Zhao Xuance!

Since that war, Xiliang has never gone south for a soldier. He thought it was a luxury to throw the South China Sea, but he expected that the news would come so suddenly, and it is very likely that he would be the vanguard of moving south.

Looking back on the hard work over the past few years, Hu Bugui only feels full of heroism.

"Everyone knows that the Northern Palace Huangqi is the best in the world, but they have disappeared for twenty years. It is time for the title of the world's number one cavalry to change hands..."
Chapter completed!