Reflect the world

Chapter 62
Qin's [-] heavy armored soldiers all died, Bai Feng was seriously injured, an unknown number of parts of the mechanism Wushuang were lost, and Wei Zhuang's injury could not be confirmed. This is the result of the Mo family's battle.

As for the Mohists, the loss was also not small.

There were a total of 58 Mohist disciples ambushing on the road from Wei Zhuang to Mo He's secret room, only 23 were taken as hostages, and the rest all died.

Under the leadership of Gong Shuchou, all the institutions on that road were disintegrated, which became the biggest weakness of the Mohist institution city.

"That's all the loss."

Master Ban was not worried but happy when he heard such a report. It was not that he was cold-blooded and ruthless, but that compared with Qin Jun's menacing attack before, compared with Qin Yu Qianye, who gathered and scattered quicksand to wipe out all the Mohist disciples, the loss of Mohist now There are very few of them.

He looked at the man in the center of the hall, and that man also looked at him with a smile, which shocked him so much that he didn't dare to look at each other, and lowered his head.

"See the giant!"

The Mohist disciples who came and went were still busy collecting the bodies of the dead Mohist disciples and repairing the damaged organs at the same time.

Every Mohist disciple who passed by Tang Xuanming saluted respectfully. When the curtain just ended, Big Iron Hammer stepped forward to apologize to Tang Xuanming.

"Before, I was too arrogant as a big boss. I couldn't understand Juzi's wisdom beyond ordinary people. I can't accompany Juzi here."

Before saying this sentence, Big Iron thought about it several times in his mind, otherwise he would not have said such polite words.

When speaking, this rough man blushed a little rarely, and scratched the back of his head with his right hand in embarrassment, looking a little uncomfortable.

Tang Xuanming calmly accepted his apology, but his evaluation of this rough man was secretly raised.

To be able to command the army in Yan State, to lead [-] troops alone to resist the attack of tens of thousands of Qin State troops, to fight to the death without retreating, and to be the last man in the battle, naturally has its extraordinary charm, otherwise so many children of Yan State would not be let to die.

In the rivers and lakes, this figure with a sledgehammer seems out of place, that is, he does not have the elegance of a swordsman, nor does he have the evil temperament of a character like a thief.

But in the Mohist organ city, resisting the state of Qin is the most advantage for this most silent and rough character.

Tang Xuanming looked at Gao Jianli, Xue Nu, and Master Ban from the corner of his eye, and sighed secretly.

Two musicians, and a master in mechanism, really kill the enemy on the battlefield, they are totally unreliable.

They are more suitable to leave their legends on the rivers and lakes.

Xu Fuzi and Duanmu Rong were directly ignored by Tang Xuanming. One was unparalleled in sword casting and the other was unparalleled in medicine. But these were far from enough to truly oppose Qin.

The victory or defeat between countries cannot be changed by one or two peerless famous swords or one or two masters of traditional Chinese medicine.

"Let's arrange for the Mohist disciples first, and then discuss the next thing after dealing with the affairs of the organ city."

"Yes, giant!"

This time, the leaders of the Mohist school were convinced by what they said, and no one was unconvinced again.

Big Iron Hammer and Gao Jianli have communicated in private, and Tang Xuexuanming used that kind of extremely plain words to point out the weaknesses of Guan Wushuang and Gao Jianli's Feng Xiaoxi Yi Shuihan, which shocked them to heaven.

"It's really extraordinary that the giant can lead the Mohist school. Just judging from the comments on the masters of the world's hundreds of schools, it is already worthy of the name."

The Big Iron Hammer is full of admiration. His duel with Ji Wushuang is seen by others as a crushing victory, but only he knows that even his strongest unique skill, Thor Hammer, can't hurt that gimmick.

If no one gave advice, at that time he had only one way to die.

"It's really unexpected. Our new giant has a wide range of knowledge and strong anticipation, which is rare in the world. If it weren't for the thin internal force in his body, and it is obvious that he has not been practicing martial arts for a long time, I would have thought he was a hidden peerless master."

Gao Jianli squinted his eyes and looked at the giant who was still standing in the central hall. This ordinary-looking Mohist giant was still expressionless, dressed in coarse cloth and still looked ordinary, but in their eyes, there seemed to be a layer of mystery It is hard to see through the halo, and I don't know the root.

"I didn't expect that the victory of the two of you was actually due to the advice of the giant. Could it be that there is really a god..."

The master class said inexplicable words, the further back, the lower the voice, and finally he was the only one who could hear it.

"have what?"

All of you present are martial arts masters with sharp eyes and ears, except Mr. Xu who doesn't know what the group of people are asking, they all heard Master Ban's murmur.

"Nothing, nothing."

Master Ban waved his hand. He was under heavy pressure all the time. He felt that the Mo family had no successors and it was difficult for him to continue to reproduce. He suddenly felt much more relaxed, and he seemed to be much younger.

He hunched over, looked up at the familiar Mohist mechanism city, stroked the city built by generations of carpenter disciples, and there was a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

Touching the mechanical arm of his left hand, this is the same special mechanical disease as Gong Shuchou, maybe only he and Gongshuchou have it in the whole world.

"That's good too..."

……

Sitting cross-legged in the central hall of the Mohist school, after rounds of cleansing by the Mohist disciples, the smell of blood is no longer so strong, but for Tang Xuanming, who has practiced the Mohist breathing method, there is still a faint smell The smell of blood lingered in his nose, lingering.

These are small things, and he doesn't care.

"Hundred-step flying sword! Shark teeth!"

He was constantly thinking about the battle between Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang in his mind, trying to engrave these completely in his heart.

This is a supreme martial art book, and it still moves, which is more effective than anyone's explanation.

I don't know how long he thought about it, but at the end, Tang Xuanming only saw the shark's teeth that were as red as fire and the Yuan Hong that was like a pool of autumn water, and a sudden voice woke him up.

"Juzi, the leader of Bandit Zhi has returned, and the characters from the various families and... and the previous generation of Juzi have also returned."

The Mohist disciple who came to report paused for a moment, not knowing how to address the former Mohist tycoon Yan Dan, hesitating for a while or calling him the previous generation tycoon.

"Come back? Well, I see."

Tang Xuanming opened those tightly closed eyes, and in an instant a strong sword intent bloomed and disappeared in a flash.

The ordinary Mohist disciple didn't feel anything, and retreated respectfully.

"Haha, I heard that the Juzi has already wiped out the Qin army, and Wei Zhuang was also repelled. The Juzi is really powerful."

Robber Zhi's voice is always a little frivolous and lacks a bit of righteousness, but such a voice is more likable.

The people and the voices arrived almost at the same time, and it was impossible to tell which was which.

Before the voice fell completely, Robber Zhi with a tuft of yellow hair on his head had already appeared in front of Tang Xuanming, with a thin face and a slightly wretched demeanor.

There is always that cynical smile on his face, this is the robber sage who claims that nothing in the world cannot be stolen-Root Zhi.

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