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If An Yi was there, he would definitely recognize that this was the old man he met before.

Only this time it's here again.

The old man glanced at Zhou Jingxuan: "Do you think the last surprise was okay, Prince?"

"Your Majesty, it's not very good for you to enter someone else's courtyard without permission."

"If the master is angry this time, he won't be as easy to talk to as last time."

Zhou Jingxuan saw the old man's contemptuous attitude, but was not angry. He said coldly: "Who is your master? Since you are here, I feel that I should go and pay homage to you."

"By the way, give me back the people you took away from me."

The old man put his hands behind his back and glanced at Zhou Jingxuan with disdain. In his eyes, this prince was just a status blessing and nothing more.

There were too many arenas like this, so he didn't take Zhou Jingxuan seriously at all.

He drooped his eyelids and said sarcastically: "Your Majesty, what you said is wrong."

"Xiao Mo is one of ours."

"To be taken away from you means you are inferior to others."

"I am a man of the world and will not be afraid of the imperial power, so Your Majesty, you'd better not talk too much."

"As for my old master, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to meet him today."

He straightened his rickety body and raised a contemptuous arc at the corner of his mouth: "Unless you step over the old corpse!"

Naturally, he didn't think Zhou Jingxuan had that ability.

He may be a genius general who is good at marching and fighting, but his martial arts may not necessarily be great.

As for the previous rumors, as the saying goes, two fists are difficult to defeat with four hands, maybe it is because there are more people.

He only brought a few people with him today. If he brought thousands of troops, he might still be a little afraid.

The old man's sarcastic words immediately made An Er unable to hold back. He took a step forward and wanted to lift the old man down and kneel down to apologize to the prince.

Seeing An Er, the old man didn't pay attention at all.

Such people are not enough in his eyes, and regardless of whether he needs to take action, the ones in the room are enough.

As soon as An Er made a move, he was stopped by Zhou Jingxuan: "You are no match for him."

The old man nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that the prince still has a good vision."

Zhou Jingxuan took a step forward: "You said that if you want to see your master, you have to walk over your body?"

"Then I must see you today!"

As soon as Zhou Jingxuan raised his hand, An Er understood instantly. He opened the box on the horse and took out three iron rods from the middle. Then they were connected together and turned out to be a silver spear.

Zhou Jingxuan has never used a specific weapon, so few people know that he is actually the best with long guns.

This old man is blessed today!

Zhou Jingxuan took the spear, slapped it on the horse's back, and flew into the air, reaching the opposite side of the old man in an instant.

The old man had underestimated the enemy before, but now facing Zhou Jingxuan, he didn't know why, but he felt a bit oppressed.

The old man shouted loudly and took out the two swords from his back. He was so fast that for ordinary people, he was almost out of his image.

The two exchanged blows quickly.

Yinyin stood below and looked at the two people above, turning her head towards An Er and asking: "Aren't you worried about your master?"

"How about we help him?"

An Er had a slight smile on his face: "Miss Yinyin, don't you know that my master's martial arts is not weak, he is even more powerful than all of us put together."

"This old man cannot be his opponent."

"My master doesn't even bother to be such an invincible villain."

In fact, An Er didn't know what the old man's strength was, but he had blind confidence in Zhou Jingxuan.

It seems that there is no one more powerful than the master in the world, and there is nothing in the world that the master cannot accomplish.

Sure enough, within a hundred moves, the old man gradually fell into a disadvantage.

He took a few steps back with fear on his face: "How can you be so powerful?"

"You are just a general who leads troops to fight, how can you be more powerful than me?"

"I don't believe I will lose to you, I don't believe it."

After saying that, he kicked his legs violently and jumped up, raised his two swords above his head and slashed downwards fiercely.

Seeing that the pair of knives were about to fall on Zhou Jingxuan, they stopped just half a palm away.

He looked down in disbelief and saw a spear piercing his body, and blood dripping down the spear.

And his whole person was frozen in place.

The old man opened his mouth, and blood poured out of his mouth.

There was a trace of indifference in Zhou Jingxuan's eyes: "You said that if you want to see your master, you must step over your body."

"That's okay now."

After saying that, he shook it hard, and the old man was thrown to the ground like a rag, splashing dust.

Zhou Jingxuan kicked the door open: "Let's go!"

Someone rushed out of the yard immediately, just like the last time An Yi met, they were all dead soldiers.

This time Zhou Jingxuan quickly cleaned up and the rest retreated.

He retreated until he stopped in front of a house.

Inside was a man wearing a cloak, and Xiao Mo was kneeling on the ground.

The man looked at Xiao Mo on the ground fiercely: "You useless thing, you actually lured Zhou Jingxuan here."

"It's over now. I wonder if Mr. Chu can stop him."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone rushed in: "Master Zhou Jingxuan killed Mr. Chu. He will be here soon. Let's leave quickly!"

The man was startled, then slammed his fist on the table and cursed: "A bunch of useless things!"

He twisted the vase on one side, and a secret passage suddenly appeared. He glanced at Xiao Mo and said, "Just keep Zhou Jingxuan for me."

"Xiao Mo, you know my methods."

"What should be said and what should not be said!"

"And say hello to Wei Qing for me!"

"I will talk to him about Ningzhou's affairs when the time comes!"

After saying that, he hurried down the tunnel.

Xiao Mo wanted to follow, but was immediately kicked away by the person next to him.

Xiao Mo was kicked to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood, but he still struggled to crawl over: "Master, don't leave me, don't leave me!"

"If I go to Wei Qing's place, I will be tortured to death by him."

"He hates betrayal the most in his life. I..."

The channel was closed before he finished speaking, and the people around the man in the hat asked in a low voice: "Why not kill Xiao Mo?"

"What if Xiao Mo says something he shouldn't say?"

The man wearing a bamboo hat walked quickly and sneered: "He doesn't know much."

"It won't hurt even if I say it."

"If I kill Xiao Mo, that madman Wei Qing will definitely hate me even more."

"Keeping Xiao Mo alive is like selling him a favor. Why not do it?"

The man nodded in understanding, and the two of them walked forward along the tunnel. There was a muffled sound from behind the tunnel, and the two looked at each other with a hint of understanding in their eyes.

When Zhou Jingxuan entered the room after killing the dead soldiers, the building was already empty.