Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 343 Three days, five yuan!
Whether he changed his name or surname when he was going, of course he had nothing to hide.

"Thirteen sons?"

"Yuanhong Sword!"

"He really is the thirteenth son!"

"The thirteenth son is actually so strong?"

"We actually met the thirteenth son!"

"He really is the legendary powerhouse!"

"The whole rivers and lakes have been surrendered by him, we often want to touch him?"

Su Can and the others were dumbfounded, and shivered all over their bodies.

Looking at the unfathomable figure, I felt a burst of fear in my heart.

"Father! My gold medal has been taken away, so I have to get another one for me no matter what."

Su Changfeng covered his vital parts, bounced up to Su Can, and begged.

Clap!
Su Can slapped the kid on the face with his backhand, and with a scream, the kid flew out.

"A piece of trash!"

"Even if you enter Hanjialing, so what? That kid will never let you go. If you are in the same sect as him, you will only die worse."

"It turns out that the recent rumors are true. The thirteenth son has shocked the world with his real strength. He is no longer the waste of internal power we thought."

Su Can looked up in a daze, looking up at the direction where Ying Zige disappeared.

Trash becomes genius.

But his genius son could only fall.

"What kind of world is this damn?"

He sighed like an old beast whining.

Outside.

"My lord, you have already won three gold medals, and you can already shock Han Jialing. It's time to go, right?"

Han Long hastily persuaded.

"Where is this? It's just three gold medals, and there's a bronze medal among them... The bronze medal doesn't count."

Ying Zige shook his head, with a wicked smile in his eyes.

"My lord means..."

Han Long's eyes widened silently, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

"My goal is to get seven gold medals."

"If I'm not mistaken, besides the elders we saw today, there should be other elders conducting trials everywhere. You only need to pass those trials to get the gold medal, right?"

"That's what I said, but how easy is it?"

"Hehe, it's not easy for others. But, how can I be an ordinary person?"

Ying Zige smiled confidently, he had turned off the buff of endless charm, but self-confidence is self-confidence, there is nothing to explain.

"But son..."

"There is nothing to do, let's start now. The goal is seven gold medals!"

Ying Zige stretched out his hand and made a gesture of departure, full of pride.

Then he got into the carriage and lay down again.

Even if you want to win the gold medal, you must preserve your strength.

The most direct way to preserve strength is to lie flat and rest.

The two old men were relatively speechless, finally sighed deeply, and shook their heads slowly.

At this moment, I just feel that the road ahead is long and full of endless unknowns.

At the same time, they also wanted to see if Ying Zige could get seven gold medals?

If it could be done, wouldn't they have more face as guides?

The carriage continued to move forward, and soon headed for another trial site.

three days later.

Flying pigeons sent letters to Xianyang.

In the study, Ying Zheng paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his face full of excitement.

His eyes were full of deep pride.

The content of Fei Ge's biography is the story of Ying Zige winning the gold medal in that small town.

As the lord of a country, how could Ying Zheng ignore his thirteen killers?
Therefore, the direction where the two elders of Hanjialing went was already covered by the eyes of the Sky Surveyor.

Their every move cannot escape Ying Zheng's control.

"Thirteen didn't expect that you even had a big face when you just came out of Xianyang. I knew you would never let me down."

"This time you go to Hanjialing, you will definitely shock the whole Hanjialing."

"When it's time for internal strength, let the people in Hanjialing know that my son, Yingzheng, is definitely not a waste."

He laughed, raised his head, and looked at the bright moon outside the window.

The mood is simply good to the extreme.

at the same time.

In a small secret room in Zhao Gao Fuzhong.

Under the dim light, the two sat opposite each other.

A flying pigeon spread its wings from the entrance of the village, and soon disappeared into the big tree.

But this is the secret letter brought by Brother Fei, but it has already been opened by Zhao Gao.

In the next second, his pupils shrank for a while, and his face showed deep surprise.

"What do you see?"

Su Tong frowned slightly, an ominous premonition appeared on his face.

"Three days!"

"My eyeliner, I saw it with my own eyes. In three days, Ying Zige traveled to many places, winning gold medals non-stop."

Zhao Gao gritted his teeth and said, a trace of coldness appeared in his eyes.

"gold medal?"

"Could it be the legendary order of the dragon and the tiger?"

Su Tong was taken aback for a moment, unable to remain calm at this moment.

There are various indications that Ying Zige's trip this time is probably going to Hanjialing.

But now, instead of walking in a straight line, they kept going to various places.

And, each time seems to have the same purpose, which is to get a gold medal.

The so-called gold medal is likely to be the order of the dragon and the tiger.

"The legendary order of the dragon and the tiger?"

Zhao Gao asked in a deep voice.

"That's right. He only needs a gold medal to enter the Hanjialing smoothly. But according to the legend, if he gets more orders, he will be favored by the sect master and all the elders."

"Therefore, many people will choose to win more gold medals. But how easy is it to win gold medals? It is already very difficult to get one... How many gold medals did he get? Two?"

Su Tong smiled and guessed firmly.

With Ying Zige's strength, it is reasonable to be able to win an additional gold medal.

Two gold medals are enough to make him shine in Hanjialing.

"What is written here...are five gold medals. Among them was a bronze medal, which was directly destroyed by him with one hand."

Zhao Gao said casually.

"hiss!"

"what?"

"I actually got five gold medals!"

Su Tong stood up abruptly, his eyes were filled with deep shock, and his face even turned pale.

"Why is Mr. Su so panicked? Isn't it just five gold medals? Is it really difficult?"

Zhao Gao's face was full of doubts.

"The Order of the Dragon and the Tiger is by no means easy to obtain. First of all, you must get Han Jialing's approval before you have a chance to get the Dragon and the Tiger."

"Dragon coiled and tiger squatting means that even fierce tigers and real dragons have to coil up and lie down in the face of Han Jialing. Simply put, this token is a stepping stone, and it is also a warning."

"If it's really that easy to get, it wouldn't be called the Order of the Dragon and the Tiger!"

Su Tong put his hands behind his back and his face was solemn.

At this moment, there is a deep sense of frustration.

"If Mister makes a move, how much will you get?"

"Two yuan at most! Besides, it depends on luck."

Su Tong pondered for a moment, and finally let out a long sigh.

"But he got five dollars!"

Zhao Gao suddenly widened his eyes and realized on the spot.

Su Tong is proficient in vertical and horizontal techniques, and his swordsmanship is amazing, so he can only get two pieces when he goes forward.

But that kid won five gold medals in a row in just a few days.

How did this kid do it?

(End of this chapter)