Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 227 Wooden Sword Boy, Long Time No See

After the appraisal was completed, there was an uproar among the assassination organizations in an instant, and all the assassination organizations immediately set their targets on Ying Zige.

They were the remnants of the Six Kingdoms. Even without this reward, they would definitely assassinate Ying Zige, but with the appearance of this reward, they were instantly condensed together.

That's ten thousand taels of gold.

Even if several organizations work together, they will definitely be able to divide enough, so many organizations directly gathered together, and soon headed in the direction of Xianyang Palace.

Although the Daqin Jianghu seemed to be calm on the surface, but with Ying Zige's name appearing among the leaders of the assassination organization, there was already a dark tide surging in this Jianghu.

Very late in the evening.

In a small bamboo grove, Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang faced each other with strange expressions on their faces.

On the table in front of them, there was a reward order firmly placed, but what was written on the reward order surprised them.

Their eyes were full of surprise, and they exchanged looks from time to time.

Not long after, the two sneered at the same time.

"The King of the Huns actually issued such a big reward. This will definitely disrupt the entire Daqin Jianghu. If you guess correctly, many Jianghu masters will come to deal with Ying Zige in a blink of an eye."

Wei Zhuang smiled coldly and looked a little excited.

"What do you think?" Ge Nie frowned slightly and took a deep breath, as if he had already made a decision.

"Don't talk about these assassin organizations, even I want to take his dog's head."

Wei Zhuang said lightly.

Gai Nie's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he didn't speak for a while.

"However, our Guigu swordsmanship is not complete. If we want to obtain the complete state of Guigu swordsmanship, we must start with this person. If we let him die, we may not be able to learn the real Guigu swordsmanship in our lifetime. "

When this matter was brought up, Wei Zhuang was in pain for a while. He originally thought that the Guigu sword technique he had learned was authentic, so he kept arguing with Gai Nie, with an aura of life and death.

But he never imagined that in the end, the Guigu swordsmanship he learned was not complete at all, and even Gai Nie's sword master inheritance was not complete.

What made him even more unbelievable was that the complete skill of the Ghost Valley swordsmanship was actually on the body of a waste.

If this trash is allowed to die without a place to bury him, how will he learn the complete Ghost Valley swordsmanship in the future.

"It seems that you have the same idea as me. Then we will do it now."

Gai Nie took a deep breath, gently reached out and picked up a long sword on the table.

"I've asked Bai Feng to check it out, and soon there will be a list of several assassination organizations in front of us. We're going now, and we should be able to kill them all before they make a move."

Wei Zhuang smiled coldly, and also took out his long sword.

The two formed side by side, heading towards a certain direction step by step.

The bamboo waves were turbulent, and soon engulfed the figures of the two of them.

And the moment they walked out of the bamboo forest, many assassin organizations were destined to die in their hands.

……

Thousands of miles away.

A little boy was walking in the wind and sand with a wooden sword in his arms.

I saw that his face was very determined, and he had long lost the childishness before. It seemed that he had gone through vicissitudes of life instead.

At this moment, a small inn appeared in front of him.

The boy let out a sigh of relief, and then walked towards the inn step by step. After opening the curtain, he was slightly taken aback, only to find that there were many people in black clothes in the inn. master.

Those masters suddenly saw a stranger who was very vigilant, but when their eyes fell on the wooden sword in the man's hand, suddenly the corners of their mouths turned up slightly, revealing a scornful smile.

I thought it was a top expert coming here, but I didn't expect it to be just a little boy. This boy is holding a wooden sword in his hand, it must be a toy.

After the appraisal, this kid is a fool at all, just ignore him.

"Guild Master, this time we will definitely succeed immediately. With the strength of our Flying Dragon Gang, if we want to kill him, that kid will be as good as the palm of his hand."

"It's true. I heard that the kid is just a waste. It's just because he has a good father. But now he is afraid that his father will not be able to keep him. Now the Great Qin Dynasty has not received any relevant reports. News, as long as we act fast enough, we will be able to get the reward smoothly."

"If the guess is correct, there must be more top masters going to do it. It is inevitable that they will get the moon first."

"What are you afraid of? Don't forget that kid has a noble status. There must be many top experts around him. There is no way to take his head just by relying on other gangs."

"This head was prepared for us."

All of a sudden, more than a dozen big guys from the Flying Dragon Gang laughed, their faces were full of flattery, and then all their eyes fell on a burly guy.

That burly man with scars all over his face looked extremely fierce, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. At first glance, he looked like a quack figure who had been licking blood on the head of a knife for many years.

He is Han Feilong, the top expert of Feilong Gang.

At this moment, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and a disdainful smile appeared in an instant.

"That's right, that kid is basically a top trash, but because of his noble status, there must be many top experts around him."

"But there's nothing to be afraid of. His head must belong to our Flying Dragon Gang."

Han Feilong raised his head, his face was full of pride.

Then he slowly took out a white cloth and slammed it on the table.

The young man holding the wooden sword was drinking tea, suddenly he was slightly taken aback, as if aware of something, subconsciously turned his head and looked at the white cloth.

Then a trace of anger flitted across his face, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a sneer appeared in the anger.

"It's getting late, and it's time for everyone to set off. It would be bad if you let others get there first."

Han Feilong exhaled lightly, as if he couldn't wait to get the ten thousand taels of gold.

Then the next time I grabbed the white cloth, I saw a portrait painted on it, and that portrait looked like Ying Zige.

When the Xiongnu King decided to do it, he had already invited a world-renowned painter to sneak into Xianyang secretly, and then he saw Ying Zige's real appearance, so this portrait came into being.

(End of this chapter)