"Reporting to the leader, I have found out clearly. ∷The people investigated by the Mongolian army are mainly monks. Now the Mongolian army strictly guards all the important traffic routes, and all the passing monks were arrested. Those who dared to resist would be killed on the spot. If there were any masters in the martial arts world who could not be killed, they would immediately report that the Mongolian army would send 500 or even a thousand people to surround and block. Within a day, countless monks were killed and arrested, and there were already panic in Henan. Even if they were not monks, they would not let them go as long as they had no hair on their heads."

The Feiying Department is a department that is uninhabited in the world. It does not need to go to the battlefield head-on, but it needs to be responsible for spying on intelligence and obtaining information. The Feiying Department is full of light skills, and the armor dress is slightly different from the other younger brothers and sisters. It is mainly light and hidden, and the tone is also dark, which is convenient for night walks. All personnel in the Feiying Department must master excellent disguise skills. When necessary, they must also be responsible for assassination and assassination.

Ying Qianhua is the person in charge of Feiying Department, and he is also the person who directly meets and contacts with the two bosses.

Of course, you should not wear Assassin's Creed when walking in broad daylight. It would be better to wear this kind of clothing with a very high turnover rate when worn on your body. At worst, it would be considered a co-colored person. Putting it on the moment is definitely a magnet that attracts interrogation.

"Monk..." Yang Qi nodded, then turned her head and looked at Zhang Junbao, and suddenly a creepy smile appeared on her lips: "Then, no, there is, how to do it--"

Zhang Junbao, who was still immersed in grief, also felt a bad breath at this time. When he saw Yang Qi grabbing out a women's clothing and pressing her with a weird sister's expression on her face, he immediately made a bell in his mind. The smart little monk immediately understood something. He was so scared that his lips turned white and his legs trembled: "You, what do you want to do? Don't, don't come over!"

"What a shame? This is also impossible. Do you want everyone to be troubled by your little bald head? Come on, appoint, you have no choice - San Miao, grab him and we start work!"

"Affect the order."

Screaming, amid the sound of the clothes tearing, the screams of the young Zhang Junbao resounded throughout the sky: "Don't...ah--!"

A few minutes later, Zhang Junbao, who was wearing women's clothing and wigs, appeared again. He was fair and handsome. The fourteen-year-old boy did not really grow up and grew up, and he was vegetarian all year round and was thin. Now he was dressed up, and he was so embarrassed that he couldn't raise his head, and he blushed and lowered his head ashamed as a little quail. That's true.

"Huh?!" The little girls were immediately very interesting, and they all had the idea of ​​touching and pinching with their hands. When everyone was watching, Zhang Junbao flew on his cheeks, and he was more beautiful than Hua. Furong slapped her palms drunk, and the old-maprien's soul awakened, as if he was thinking about how to make up lyrics for him.

"Wow, hahaha. 'It must be a boy', this is true. I also know a little Taoist priest named Qiankun. You two monks and Taoists can make a CP!" Yang Qi patted Zhang Junbao's shoulder carelessly, then waved her hand: "Okay, there are no flaws now, and we will start crossing the blockade line below-"

"Wait, boss, I have something to report." Ying Qianhua immediately grabbed Yang Qi, who was furious and frantically: "In fact, in addition to intercepting monks, the Mongolian army is also investigating things related to "white". Although the subordinates do not know the reason, if people in the past have characteristics related to white, they will not let go easily. Especially, anyone with white hair will be strictly interrogated."

"Grey hair..." As everyone's speechless gaze was watching, it was Wu Zhengfeng's turn this time. She nodded, then turned her head to look at Yang Qi, and also grinned and showed a malicious smile: "Then, no, do it, let's do it..."

"This, no, I...I can think of other ways, for example, I can wear a headscarf..."

"Don't struggle, there's nothing you can do about it. Do you want everyone to be troubled by your white hair? Come on, accept your fate, you have no choice - San Miao, catch her and let's start work!"

"Sister obey your order!"

"Hey, hey, you're copying my words as it is. It's too easy to count the words. Moreover, San Miao, why are you more energetic than just now?" Yang Qi's scream also resounded through Yunxiao: "Hey, stop, I don't dye my hair--!"

Looking at the fierce fighting scene, Han Bing, who was watching the battle quietly from a distance, grabbed a strand of white hair and looked at it, calmly said to Feng Chuxin: "I am considering whether to change my skills, what do you think?"

Feng Chuxin gave her a thumbs up: "You won't regret it."

Before they knew it, all the younger brothers and sisters began to subconsciously imitate Yang's language and movement habits.

After losing all his hands and feet, he finally dyed Yang Qi's hair black. She was embarrassed and the boss was unhappy.

"At a young age, she is still so willful, like a picky eater." Wu Zhengfeng immediately felt superior in age. She finally regained a little bit of the feeling of being seventy years older, and used the tone of preaching in the tone of teaching by the emperor: "Why are such a natural small thing so resistant?"

"For my nose, it's like smearing a piece of shit on my hair when dyeing it. Can you bear it if you don't?"

"Will you just not smell it?"

"Just don't hear it, right? It's a good idea! However, it's better to teach by words than words. Teacher Wu, come and demonstrate it with your own eyes and let me see how it is done." Yang Qi stretched out and slapped her horse's butt: "Come on, Black Charcoal, hurry up and pull a pound of 'teaching aids' out."

"This..." Wu Zhengfeng was shocked by Yang's lower limit again.

It is easier than expected to cross the blockade line. After all, although the Mongolian army used a large number of soldiers, it is too difficult for ordinary people to intercept martial arts masters. With Songshan as the center, there are three blockade lines in total, but none of them can be completely closed. With the intelligence skills of the Feiying Department, the Mongolian army did not even see their figures after crossing mountains and ridges.

In other words, Yang Qi's hair was white and dyed, and of course, Zhang Junbao's women's clothing was also white. After teasing others and being teased by others, Yang Qi weighed in her heart and finally felt that - well, it's worth it.

After the nonsensical teasing, Zhang Junbao's aura of sadness was also diluted.

Zhongnan Mountain is in Shaanxi. It is about 700 miles away from Songshan. If you can reach it at the normal speed of everyone, you can reach it in one day. But the situation is special. In addition, Guo Xiang's donkey can't run fast even if he fights to the death. Even if he only runs empty-handedly, he can't run fast, so he can only move forward slowly. He expressed his displeasure to this guy who is seriously dragging his legs.

Once again, the donkey was exhausted. When he asked for a rest, the black charcoal finally couldn't stand it. It led a group of horses to surround the donkey, squirting loudly and digging the ground. It pushed and shoved it, but it frightened the donkey. The black charcoal was several heads taller than the donkey. When he looked down, the donkey was like a small glasses facing the black slut that were blackmailed by a bad student in the upper grades, and no dignity was gone.

From then on, Guo Xiang was surprised to find that the donkey, who had a weird temper and became lazy after running for two steps, suddenly became honest and fought hard to go on the road. The distance that could not be completed in ten days was completed on the fourth day, which made her amazed.

It seems that not only people, but even donkeys are forced out.

During these times, most of them were sleeping in the wild. The camping skills that were uninhabited in the world were already qualified. There was no need to be like ordinary people in the martial arts world, and they were always prepared with relevant props. A tent was fast enough to hold on, and the defense circle was quickly set up. As soon as the bonfire was lit, the feeling of the elite scout corps arose.

The first night of sleeping in the open-minded-

"What's the situation..." Wu Zhengfeng looked at the situation in front of him speechlessly. In front of her, everyone started a game of staring at her eyes as if they had made an appointment.

Let’s talk about the three people nearby:

Guo Xiang looked at Yang Qi, Yang Qi looked at Xiao Mao Ka. Xiao Mao Ka looked at Yang Qi and also looked at Guo Xiang. The three people sitting together formed a closed-loop line of sight. Also, there have been too many things in the past two days, which have left many things that were originally to be discussed and said, but it has been only now that I finally have time to say them.

The first person to speak was Guo Xiang: "Sister Yang, but I haven't seen each other for half a year, why have you changed so much? When you and I broke into Heilong Village together, my sister was still an ordinary woman. But for only half a year, she has now firmly ranked among the top masters. This is really... too incredible!"

Guo Xiang's feelings have been held back for a long time. Since Yang Qi beat the Eighteen Old Bronze Man, until she broke through the Zen-kicking and kicked the bitter monk, Guo Xiang's mouth has never closed. During the entire fight, her expressions were wonderful, and the interjections were one after another. If she didn't think that arranging an audience to make expressions and sway during the fight was a bit low and an outdated, if she didn't think that "this is impossible!" "How could this happen!" "Oh my God is so strong!" "Not real!" and other words that are incompatible with the moral integrity of this book, this character that sets the atmosphere is definitely her.

However, these words and sentences are indeed from her heart, and her shock is not false at all.

"This, to put it bluntly, someone taught me some martial arts, and then I went to various places to practice, and then that's it. Without that expression, I'm a genius of external skills, hahaha!"

Facing a white-haired witch who was smiling arrogantly, Guo Xiang didn't want to refute it at all. Such a miracle is that only peerless genius, peerless magical skills, and peerless opportunities can have hope, otherwise it would be impossible to achieve such a success in this short period of time. Even the elder brother she had always admired and admired had practiced since childhood, and it was only when she was middle-aged that she had become the name of the Condor Heroes.

"Sister, what kind of martial arts are you using?" Guo Xiang was excited and curious: "It must be passed on to you by a peerless master!"

"There are several people who have taught me Kung Fu. Speaking of which, each of them is the pinnacle of their respective fields. But when it comes to this topic... I have something to ask." Yang Qi turned her head and stared at the little hairy child, carefully scanned him up and down a few times, and said in a deep voice: "Little guy, tell me honestly, what is your relationship with King Jinlun?"

"Jinlun Dharma King?" Guo Xiang also felt a sudden heart when he heard this name, because Jinlun was also her master. Although he didn't have time to teach anything, she had always regarded him as a master since Jinlun sacrificed his life. Today, when Yang Qi mentioned this, he also looked at the boy. After his eyes fell on the boy, the strange feeling that seemed familiar and strange slowly arose, causing a ridiculous guess to pop up in her heart: "You...can you be--!"

"That's right." The little hairy old god nodded and admitted, as if he had seen through Guo Xiang's thoughts.

"You are really the illegitimate son of Master Jinlun?!"

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough - I am not an illegitimate child, but I am the reincarnated spiritual child of King Jinlun!" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

ps: I will post this chapter tonight and try to post another chapter tomorrow morning.
Chapter completed!