Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 135 Battle

Looking at the five strong men standing behind the city lord Zhao Yan, Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly. He may not know the two men in coarse linen, but he does know the man in the blue and purple robe.

Those were Wu Wei under Mrs. Wu Shun of South Korea and Mrs. He Lan of Wei Guo, especially the one with the gold pattern embroidered in the middle made his pupils shrink even more.

At the same time, Zhao Wujiang kept thinking, why did Wu Wei come to Hebei Road?Could it be that he came to kill himself?Or come to pick up the bronze tripod?

At this moment, many people appeared in his mind, He Lan's eldest grandson Wuji Xu Jingzong.
"Kill me a little Zhao Wujiang, and actually send so many strong men." Zhao Wujiang said coldly, trying to test the intentions of these people here.

The city lord, Zhao Yan, had a ferocious face: "I wanted you to live a few more days, but there is no way to hell, you come here!"

The five powerhouses didn't say anything, and shot directly at Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu.

Zhao Wujiang smiled lightly and said, "It seems that as soon as I set off, I was followed by someone."

"Hmph, you have a keen sense of smell, but if you kill my beloved son, you are doomed to die today!" Zhao Yan retreated to gather the troops stationed in the city. He not only wanted to kill Zhao Wujiang, but also the victims of the disaster.

Sure enough, I don't know whether it is the Changsun Wuji sect or the Xu Jing sect. Both of them are related to the Helan family. Thinking about it, Xu Jingzong is the most likely. Fight so as not to hurt the innocent.

Outside Tangchang City.

The north wind swept across the land.

Tumbleweeds rolled by.

Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu were surrounded by five people.

"Wu Sisan!" Zhao Wujiang said suddenly.

Wu Wei was stunned, how did Zhao Wujiang know the title of their Wu Wei?

"I have a close relationship with Empress Helan, don't you know? I don't believe she will agree to you killing me!"

The two martial guards didn't answer, Jinwen Wuwei snorted coldly, and locked on Zhao Wujiang.

"Turkic friends, I'm friends with big and small Lu, and I went to Dalu Ashina Helu's tent that year, don't you recognize me?"

Zhao Wujiang said again, the Turkic language he spoke was learned from Li Yuanxiao.

The two strong Turkic men in coarse linen clothes were taken aback for a moment, looking at Zhao Wujiang's serious expression, they were a little uncertain.

"Do it!" Jinwen Wuwei roared angrily, sounding like an old man.

The five qi machines rolled the yellow sand and cut off the herbs.

Zhao Wujiang let out a sigh of relief, it seemed that the trick was almost useless, there might be a fierce battle today, but he didn't panic at all.

Wen Yu never spoke from the beginning to the end, but just looked at Wu Wei, and the young man's face was full of smiles.

"Ah Yu, why are you smirking, do it." Zhao Wujiang roared.

"I have felt the same aura in the palace, but unfortunately I have never had the chance to do it. Today I finally have a chance." Wen Yu laughed and disappeared abruptly.

In the next moment, he appeared on the right side of Zhao Wujiang, and the simple punch bombarded the air on the right side of Zhao Wujiang.

"Bang! Boom!"

A deafening sonic boom exploded, and a figure fell out of the air, it was Jinwen Wuwei.

The face under the golden-patterned military guard mask could not be seen clearly, but along the peach-red mask, hot blood continued to flow out.

He stroked his chest, not daring to say: "Grandmaster?"

Wen Yu, the youngest grandmaster in the history of the Tang Dynasty, has already reached the realm of a grandmaster in only two decades.

Wen Yu didn't say a word, but shook his left hand suddenly. In Zhao Wujiang's field of vision, a martial guard suddenly appeared on Wen Yu's left hand, just like that martial guard hit Wen Yu's big hand with his own throat.

Wen Yu pinched Wu Wei's throat, bent his left hand, and the Wu Wei exploded into a rain of blood.

The blood rain fell on Zhao Wujiang's face, Zhao Wujiang reached out to wipe it away, and said lightly, "Be gentler next time."

Wen Yu responded, his figure kept flickering in the sky, the sound of sonic booms kept ringing, and Jinwen Wuwei kept dodging.

Another martial guard disappeared without a trace, but Zhao Wujiang knew that this person was waiting for the right time to give Zhao Wujiang a sudden blow.

"Friends of the Turks, why don't we truce? Wait for them to come to a conclusion?" Zhao Wujiang looked at the two powerful Turkic men who attacked, both of whom were extraordinary.

"You Datang people are the most cunning, don't try to procrastinate, you treat us as if we can't see it, as long as we take you down, that master will naturally submit."

While the strong Turkic man was speaking, the light of the knife kept flickering, and he was already approaching Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang swung his knife to resist, and the long knife in his hand broke into pieces.

Zhao Wujiang groaned inwardly, and disappeared.

The two Turkic powerhouses smashed into the air.

Panting heavily, he appeared in an open space not far away.

As soon as he stopped, a murderous intent rose behind him, and a long sword stabbed at his vest.

Zhao Wujiang tapped the small bronze tripod on his waist lightly with his fingers.

In an instant, the emerald-colored liquid covered Zhao Wujiang's whole body, turning into a bronze battle armor.

"Ding!" The long sword pierced the bronze battle armor, buzzing continuously.

Zhao Wujiang turned around, tapped the Wu Wei who was behind him, and tapped on his chest, his finger penetrated into the flesh and blood, "One Finger Zen!"

Wu Wei turned back, melted into the air and disappeared.

Zhao Wujiang panted heavily, and didn't care about this Wuwei. To him, this Wuwei was already dead.

He rubbed his fingers, the fingertips were blood and powder.

I, Zhao Wujiang, am a genius doctor after all, I can't fight three with one, and can't I poison three with one?

The three super-ordinary people under him have all been in the super-ordinary realm for many years. Zhao Wujiang is naturally invincible by relying on his martial arts cultivation.

Not far away, Wu Wei suddenly appeared and fell to the ground, his body gradually softened and turned into blood.

Under the north wind and yellow sand, it looks so dazzling.

The two strong Turkic men who were about to step forward to attack Zhao Wujiang were taken aback for a moment, and stopped, not daring to rush forward.

Zhao Wujiang took out a bottle of elixir, poured out one, and threw it at the two Turks, "Fool!"

The pill was purple and black, and the sound of breaking through the air appeared, the strong Turkic people hurriedly dodged. Before they came, they knew that Zhao Wujiang was superb in medicine, and he was excellent at using poison. Boundless fear.

The Zihei Pill missed the strong Turkic man, Zhao Wujiang desperately threw another Zihei Pill, yelling "Idiot!" "Eat me a fool!".

The strong Turkic man kept dodging and retreated in embarrassment.

The sound of breaking through the air kept ringing in the distance, Wen Yu was stepping on the air, and was rushing over. At this moment, this young man was disheveled, his eyes were full of vigor, and he was holding a human head in his hand. Blood was dripping from the head continuously, and his face was pink. mask.

Seeing Wen Yu's return, Zhao Wujiang didn't throw any more Zihei pills, but poured out two pills and stuffed them into his mouth to chew.

This is the sugar pill refined for Qing'er, a grape-flavored sugar pill.

Seeing that Zhao Wujiang swallowed the Zihei pill that they were afraid of like a tiger, the two Turkic powerhouses were furious, feeling like they were being played by Zhao Wujiang like a monkey just now.

"Zhao Wujiang! You're playing tricks on us!" One person shouted in broken Tang dialect.

Zhao Wujiang threw another purple black pill with his backhand.

One of them snorted coldly and grabbed the elixir, "There is an old saying in the Tang Dynasty, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated, don't you want to insult us!"

As soon as the words fell, the pill in his hand exploded and turned into purple smoke. The two Turkic powerhouses looked at each other with puzzled expressions, and then they fell to the ground at the same time with one breath.

Zhao Wujiang looked at this scene indifferently, chewed another sugar pill, and muttered: "Idiot!"

"Master Zhao, everything is settled, let's go back to the city right away, the city wants to kill those disaster victims"

Wen Yu said.

"You care about them." Zhao Wujiang said with a smile.

Wen Yu scratched his head, the young man's face was shy: "I learned from Mr. Zhao."

"Don't worry, the victims will be fine." Zhao Wujiang looked far away, looking at the city. There was no fighting and crying in the city at this moment, and he walked slowly towards the center of Tangchang City.

Wen Yu ran to mend two strong Turkic men, but found that they were already dead, and his heart became more and more compatible with Zhao Wujiang's medical knowledge.

"Ah Yu, would you like to accompany me?" Zhao Wujiang asked, thinking about it.

"Ah?" Wen Yu was taken aback for a moment, not understanding, isn't he accompanying Zhao Wujiang all the time?
Zhao Wujiang smiled and said, "That's right. Be my Zhao Wujiang's partner, just like the Wang Yifang you saw, and Zhang Weimin you saw."

(End of this chapter)