Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Fifty thousand taels of gold disappeared out of thin air. This incident caused rumors of ghost soldiers to spread again in Xinzheng. Even Ji Wuye, the night master who planned the ghost soldiers' robbery, couldn't help but have a deep concern about the ghost soldiers. Deep suspicion.

"Could it be the trap?" In the general's palace, Ji Wuye, whose age lines on his forehead were getting deeper and deeper, said worriedly. In South Korea, a force beyond his control has appeared. This is not a thing. Good thing.

"Although there are people who set up traps in Xinzheng, it is impossible to transport fifty thousand taels of gold without anyone noticing it, from the sight of us and Han Fei's people. Even if there are traps, it still can't be done." Ji Wuye's blood-clothed Hou Bai, who was sitting opposite Ji Wuye, also denied Ji Wuye's guess.

Because of the mysterious disappearance of 50,000 taels of gold, Ji Wuye had another layer of pressure in addition to facing Han Fei and his gang, which forced him to transfer back the blood-clad Hou Bai Yifei who was guarding the outside and in charge of the military in advance. Xinzheng, in order to increase his strength.

Although Han Fei and his group were a minor setback to Ji Wuye, they were still considered a minor trouble. However, he had to treat the person who stole 50,000 taels of gold seriously, if it was a trap.

Thinking of this, Ji Wuye wanted to say something, but he suppressed the words in the end. He was the only one who knew about Yang Ming. Bai Yifei had better not tell him.

"It's meaningless to say this now. Fortunately, they have exposed their existence. Next, as long as the water in Xinzheng is completely stirred up, you can see the big fish hidden in the depths." Bai Yifei said .

"Are you going to release that poisonous snake?" Ji Wuye asked. As the leader of Yemu, although Bai Yifei hid very deeply, Ji Wuye did not live up to his fame.

"It's been ten years, we should be tempered almost enough. Only Xinzheng, who is dominated by fear, can make those people understand our importance." Bai Yifei said coldly.

In the box of Zilanxuan, Han Fei looked at Wei Zhuang who was watching a play and said, "I didn't know, it turns out that Boss Wei also likes to watch theater and look at beauties."

Faced with Han Fei's joke, Wei Zhuang just looked at Han Fei coldly.

"Did I guess wrong?" Seeing that Wei Zhuang didn't want to explain, Han Fei couldn't help but become more curious. Of course he wouldn't think that Wei Zhuang just came to the theater to see the beauties. Any man can have such a hobby. But definitely not including Wei Zhuang.

"I came here to find a sword." Wei Zhuang said.

"Boss Wei is looking for a sword? What kind of sword? Is it possible that there is still a sword in Xinzheng City that can compete with shark teeth?" Han Fei asked curiously.

"I think I should know what that sword is." Amid Han Fei's curiosity, Zhang Liang, who came with Han Fei, said.

"Um? Does Zifang know what kind of sword it is?" Han Fei looked at Zhang Liangdao. He knew that the Zhang family was definitely deeply rooted in Xinzheng City. Although it was not as powerful as Ye Mu, it was definitely well-informed.

"The only sword in Xinzheng City that can compete with Boss Wei's shark teeth is named Tianwen." Zhang Liang said.

"Tianwen? The official Sanlu of Chu State once wrote an article about Tianwen. Could it be that this sword is?" Han Fei asked in surprise.

"I don't know if that sword is Tianwen's, but the sword technique is named after the seventh level of Tianwen's chapter, and the circle is the ninth level. Which one is the best?" Wei Zhuang said.

"A very artistic sword." Han Fei thought, seeming to be thinking about the subtlety of this sword technique called Wan Ze Jiuzhi, which is called Yuan Ze Jiuzhi.

"It's also a very strong sword." Wei Zhuang said solemnly.

To this day, Wei Zhuang still can't think of a way to break through the sword of "Wan Ze Jiu Lay, which camp can save it".

"How strong can it be?" Han Fei asked.

"His swordsmanship is taken from Tianwen. Just this one move can make him invincible in front of me. If there is a similar second move, I will lose. If there is a third move, I will... …" Wei Zhuang stopped here.

"What's going on?" Han Fei's curiosity was aroused at this time. In Xinzheng, there is a sword that even Wei Zhuang, the descendant of Guigu, is afraid of. This is really an unexpected surprise.

"You will die." Wei Zhuang said coldly.

"Hiss." Han Fei couldn't help but take a breath after hearing this, and then said: "There shouldn't be a third sword. One sword is already so powerful. Those three swords are not invincible."

"There are so many questions in Tianwen. Who can guarantee that there will be no third sword?" Wei Zhuang asked rhetorically.

"Tianwen, let me count." Han Fei counted his fingers and then said with his palms: "Not too many, just one hundred and seventy-two questions, but what does this have to do with whether there is a third sword? relation?"

"Ignorant happiness." Wei Zhuang mocked, then ignored Han Fei.

"Who is the master of Tianwen?" With his face, Han Fei would not be angry at Wei Zhuang's taunt. Now he just wanted to meet the person who made Wei Zhuang feel embarrassed.

Wei Zhuang was too lazy to pay attention to Han Fei at this time.

"Xiongba." Fortunately, Zhang Liang was there to explain to Han Fei.

"Xiongba, Tianwen? This is uncoordinated." Han Fei spread his hands and said.

In the end, Wei Zhuang, Han Fei, and Zhang Liang had no choice but to return without success, because the person they were looking for could not appear in Zilanxuan at this time.

A gathering place for immigrants from Baiyue.

"Have I, the witch, suffered a loss? Why have I helped them hunt instead of getting any benefits?" Yan Lingji bit a mountain fruit and asked Yang Ming, who was meditating.

"Aren't they all in awe of you?" Yang Ming asked.

"Do I need those?" Yan Lingji rolled her eyes. She didn't care about some illusory things.

"But, why don't you practice your boxing skills now?" Yan Lingji suddenly remembered that Yang Ming has been resting for the past two days, and he did not spend a lot of time practicing boxing skills in the past two days. She He was also planning to learn something secretly from that set of boxing techniques.

After all, although the two people's powers are completely different, one is ice and the other is fire, but they are both the power of Baiyue's shaman bloodline, so they may not be able to draw parallels.

"I'm studying the last move." Yang Ming said.

Now Yang Ming has refined all the cold energy remaining in his meridians. During the refining process, Yang Ming, who specializes in Tianshuang Fist, is only one step away from Xiao Cheng. With the help of the master-level cold energy, he can truly has crossed the threshold.

As Yang Ming regains his strength, it is only a matter of course for Yang Ming to master the tenth form of Tianshuang Fist.

Tianshuang Fist, as the last of the three martial arts, is also the most powerful one. It is divided into ten styles. The tenth style is the unique move Aoxue Lingshuang. There are four moves in one move, namely Aoli Gufeng and Xueling. Xunmei, Lingyun overwhelming, Frost River reflection, under the circumstances that Yang Ming has completely understood the potential of Tianshuang and has already comprehended the tenth posture countless times, it can be said that it comes naturally.

Even if Yang Ming doesn't practice every move, he is already familiar with it.

"Is there one last move? Sister, I thought that the ninth move was already the strongest move, but it turns out there is one more move." Yan Lingji opened her red lips slightly and said as if she was shocked.

"What? You want to see it?" Yang Ming glanced sideways at Yan Lingji. In the past few days, Yan Lingji had secretly watched him practice Tianshuang Fist. Of course, Yang Ming could not have known about it.

"What am I doing looking at that? It's not pretty at all. Compared to my sister's dancing, it's far behind." Yan Lingji said in disgust.

"I see that you are so tough-talking all over your body." Yang Ming also said with disgust.

"Little monster, you think you are strong enough, do you want to do the following?" Yan Lingji clenched her fist and shook it at Yang Ming, making a threatening gesture.

"A guest is here, maybe he is the one you want to see." Faced with Yan Lingji's threat, Yang Ming looked into the distance, where an old man in ragged clothes stumbled into the village. He was supported by enthusiastic tribesmen.

"It's useless to think about changing the subject at this time. Today, sister must teach you a lesson and let you know that you can't do this kind of thing." Yan Lingji said fiercely.

"What if it's a rush?" Yang Ming asked.

"Charge?" Yan Lingji was slightly startled and couldn't react for a moment.

"Yan Lingji, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you are living a good life." Yan Lingji wanted to say something else, but the old man who was surrounded by the tribesmen suddenly shouted to Yan Lingji.

"The King of Hundred Poisons?" Yan Lingji was excited and turned around quickly. Under the old man's disheveled white hair, she saw an old and familiar face, which was her former colleague, the King of Hundred Poisons.

"Why, after you have been a witch for a while, you no longer look down on your colleagues who have fallen into disgrace?" the Hundred Poison King said sadly.

"No, it's just, why are you here?" Yan Lingji suppressed the shock in her heart and said, these people were scattered in all directions because of what happened back then, and what does it mean to appear again now?

"Of course I'm here to clean up some traitors on my master's orders," said the King of Hundred Poisons.

"Purge the traitors?" Yan Lingji subconsciously looked at the Baiyue survivors gathered around the bonfires. Are these people traitors?

"Ji Yanling, do you want to betray your master's order?" King Baidu asked.

Yan Lingji had already looked behind Baidu King, where three familiar figures had appeared: it was them.

"Yan Lingji will never betray her master." Yan Lingji said firmly after being in a trance for a moment.

"Very good, very good, Yan Lingji, I really did not misjudge you." Tianze, the prince of Baiyue who saw the light of day again, said with a smile, stroking his hands.

At this time, he could already feel the frightened looks from around him.

"King of Hundred Poisons, do it." Red-browed Dragon Snake said.

"Master, I want to save someone who can be used by us." Yan Lingji looked at Yang Ming beside her as she spoke. Only then did Yan Lingji notice that Yang Ming's reaction was too calm. a little.

"Are you talking about him? Since it is Yan Lingji who you want to protect, then I will give you this face." Tianze said noncommittally.

At this time, the King of Hundred Poisons has released his own poisonous gas. As the green poisonous gas spreads, trees and grass wither, and people die.

"Prince Baiyue, the red-browed dragon and snake, are really useless." Yang Ming suddenly smiled.