Pushing martial arts horizontally: starting from depriving the mantis shrimp of its talent

Chapter 164 Huh?Hmm~huh? ! !
Not long after Chen Cheng sat down, he saw a strong figure walking hurriedly outside the door.

As soon as he entered the door, he first saw that the desk at the top was empty. He turned around and grabbed an officer who was passing by and asked.
"Where is your Chief Lu Yalu?"

The policeman who was pulled saw the man hanging a silver order on his waist and said honestly
"Our Chief, Mr. Lu, has taken a long leave. He probably won't be here for a long time."

Hearing this, the man let go of his hand, frowned, and looked ugly.

"Why did you take a long leave at this time?"

The man raised his head and scanned around the small building of the third team, and finally his eyes naturally fell on Chen Cheng, who was unusually taller than ordinary people even when he was sitting down.

Something came to mind, and the disappointment in his eyes suddenly disappeared. His eyes lit up and he quickly came to Chen Cheng.

"Captain Chen, it's great that you're here. There's something urgent!"

Chen Cheng put down his pen and looked up at the other party. He saw that the other party was tall and had a powerful look. He was wearing a pair of silver scale armor and a brocade robe, dressed in civil and military sleeves, and had a broadsword across his waist.

Not only that, he also carried a gray-silver iron bow on his back. He looked less like a head catcher and more like a general.

"you are?"

Chen Cheng looked at the head catcher dressed as a general in front of him and felt very strange.

When he first entered the Prison Department, he often went to the dungeons of various divisions to copy those imprisoned evildoers. Although he didn't say he knew all of them, he still knew about [-]% to [-]% of them.

The person in front of him had no impression in his mind.

The head catcher wearing armor and carrying a sword clasped his hands into his fists upon hearing this, his face became serious, and he introduced himself.
"I'm here to arrest the head of the Ninth Team Silver Order, An Weiguo! I was previously ordered to wait for orders under the prefect's seat. It's normal for the head of Chen not to know that I am."

Chen Cheng glanced sideways at Jiang Yuan, who noticed the situation. Jiang Yuan nodded slightly to him.

Chen Cheng raised his eyebrows when he saw this and asked
"Isn't Captain An doing his duty under the prefect's presence? Why are you here in our third team now?"

When it came to business, An Weiguo immediately showed anxiety on his face and quickly explained

"I was originally with the prefect. During yesterday's holiday, the prefect led a group of officials to Tingshan Mountain, which is more than [-] miles away from Wenting. They wanted to try drinking Qushui and enjoy it for the literati."

"I also have several school captains leading three hundred soldiers to accompany me."

"But as soon as we arrived at Tingshan, a group of fierce bandits suddenly came out."

"This bandit is extremely powerful. Even the well-trained and well-equipped soldiers are no match for them and will collapse at the first touch."

"I originally wanted to lead the magistrate out of the siege, but there were nine-blood masters on the opposite side who came straight to Huanglong and hijacked the magistrate and a group of officials in an instant."

"So when I saw that the situation was wrong, I turned around and fought out. I quickly returned to Wenting and came to the prison department to ask the chief arrester to release the horse."

Chen Cheng understood what happened after hearing An Weiguo's description, but he was still a little confused.

"How many people are there in that group of ruthless bandits?"

An Weiguo frowned and recalled for a while, then said in a deep voice

"About 120 people."

"A 120-strong bandit can easily defeat the well-equipped soldiers, and there is also a nine-blood master. This configuration does not look like a normal bandit. There may be something fishy about it."

Chen Cheng shook his head and said.

"Ouch! Mr. Chen, stop analyzing here and come with me! If you don't leave, the prefect and the others will be dead!"

An Weiguo couldn't wait any longer. If he hadn't asked in the front hall and knew that the chief arresters of the other teams were away on missions, he wouldn't have come to the third team to try his luck.

What I was thinking at that time was that in addition to the chief arrester Lu Ya, the third team was also said to have killed Sun Yuanda, who had half-stepped the refining process, and the new Yinling leader Chen Cheng, who was in the spotlight.

Sure enough, Chief Lu Yalu was not there, but he was allowed to arrest Chen Cheng.

When An Weiguo came up, he took Chen Cheng's arm and tried to pull him out.Chen Cheng didn't resist and let him pull him out.

After seeing An Weiguo hand over the reins of a horse after leaving the prison department and preparing to ride over, Chen Cheng shook his head.

"With the speed of the horses, I'm afraid the prefect's blood will be drained by the time you arrive."

"What should I do?"

An Weiguo was a little panicked at this moment.

Strictly speaking, the prison department and the government office are not in the same system, and the prefect cannot instruct the prison department.

Elites from aristocratic families like Lu Ya who have reached the ninth level of blood are even more powerful.

If a stinky magistrate from out of town dares to boss around their family, the family will be able to prevent the magistrate's orders from leaving the government office.

What really awes the family is the Prison Department, which has one chief, two officers, and three wardens.

Three form-refining masters, and they are all strong in form-refining, enough to destroy any family in a matter of seconds.

In addition, the Prison Department often receives some precious materials from the headquarters, including many refining materials, which allows the elites of the family to move forward one after another.

But this is for elites from aristocratic families like Lu Ya who have reached nine levels of blood and only run around for training techniques and materials. For ordinary silver order arresters, the prefect still has a lot of energy. Although he can't deal with aristocratic families, But it is not a problem to deal with these four or five blood silver order head catchers.

"Let's fly over!"

"Huh? Fly?"

"hold head high!"

"what!!!"

A dragon roar suddenly sounded at the entrance of the prison department. The next second, Chen Cheng lifted the back of An Weiguo's neck with one hand. A three-foot-long, lifelike golden dragon suddenly emerged from under his feet, carrying Chen Cheng straight into the sky.

An Weiguo's screams continued to rise, and finally disappeared into the sky.

"Ok?"

In a small courtyard in the northwest corner of the Prison Department, I heard the familiar dragon roar, and a thin and stern black-robed old man sitting cross-legged under the peach tree opened his eyes.

"Hmm~"

He looked up and saw a golden light shining directly into the sky, then closed his eyes again.

But the next second, he suddenly remembered something. He opened his eyes suddenly and looked towards the smaller and smaller golden light spots. When he saw the two figures stepping on the dragon, his eyes widened suddenly.

"Um?!!!"

"Stop barking! Give me directions!"

Chen Cheng frowned when he heard An Weiguo's screams, which were even shriller than a woman's, and shouted in a low voice.

Suddenly, An Weiguo, who was lifted in his hand, immediately covered his mouth with one hand, and then pointed the way with the other hand.

Looking at Wenting City, which had shrunk dozens of times under his feet and was quickly leaving behind him, An Weiguo looked down at the golden dragon stepped on by Chen Cheng's feet with shock in his eyes.

He had never seen the true martial arts forms of the other three wardens, but he had heard of them. In his opinion, the golden dragon under Chen Cheng's feet was the same as the true martial arts forms.

"I'm so lucky. I pulled out a shape-refining warrior with just a pull. Lord Magistrate, wait for me! I'm bringing reinforcements!"

Thinking that he was being lifted by the back of the neck by a shape-refining warrior, An Weiguo suddenly felt a sense of happiness in his heart.

(End of this chapter)