The beginning of Tianlong is second to Murong Fu

Chapter 161
Shangjing.

Hiding in the courtyard.

"I don't want to leave first. I want to be with you. Although I know I can't help you and may drag you down, I still don't want to leave you here alone. I'm worried about you."

In Xiao Jun and Wang Yuyan's room, Wang Yuyan looked at Xiao Jun who was about to go to bed with aggrieved eyes, and said softly.

After hearing Wang Yuyan's words, Xiao Jun couldn't help showing a smile, and gently pulled Wang Yuyan into his arms.

"Who told you that I'm going to send you away? Don't worry, I won't let them send you out, and you have to die together."

Xiao Jun scraped the tip of Wang Yuyan's nose with his fingers, and said with a smile.

"Don't talk nonsense! What's not dead! Hurry up, bah, bah!"

Wang Yuyan frowned, patted Xiao Jun, and said dissatisfied.

"Okay hoo. Bah!"

Xiao Jun smiled, let out a sound like a ten-year-old smoker should have, and spat forcefully on the ground in the distance.

"Oh, it's so disgusting!"

Wang Yuyan immediately looked at Xiao Jun with disgust, and turned her head to the side.

"Hahahaha. Didn't you tell me to pooh!?"

Xiao Jun smiled and got into bed with Wang Yuyan in his arms.

In the past, Xiao Jun was indeed an old smoker, two packs a day was not enough, but after traveling here, he had no cigarettes at all, he only smoked filter-tipped cigarettes, and those dry tobaccos were no different from weeds to him.

If you want to quit smoking, you have to time travel first.

This is a sentence that Xiao Jun would laugh at himself every time he became addicted to smoking.

When they were in the dining room just now, seeing that they could not persuade Xiao Jun to leave, Bao and Feng suggested that Meizhu Erjian take Wang Yuyan and Xiao Yuanshan to leave first, but Xiao Jun did not agree in time, because he knew that Wang Yuyan would not Xiao Yuanshan will not leave.

That being the case, then no one should leave, he wanted to see if this capital city could keep him.

Calculated according to the time, the armies of the Song Dynasty, Xixia, and Dali should be on the way, and the people sent by the branch churches in Tianmen should also be arriving soon.

The seemingly quiet city of Shangjing is already undercurrents surging without knowing it, and a vicious battle is about to break out.

And the source of this fierce battle is entirely because of the existence of one person.

Xiao Jun.

A person who can stir up the world.

"Holy Lord! There are assassins!"

Before dawn, there was a sudden sound of fierce fighting and a loud shout, waking up the sleeping people in the small courtyard.

Xiao Jun sat up directly from the bed, woke up Wang Yuyan, and the three of them got dressed, opened the door and rushed out.

The two swords of plum and bamboo had already arrived at the door of his room.

"Take care of Yu Yu and Senior Xiao!"

Xiao Jun shouted at the two swords of plum and bamboo, and rushed to the courtyard quickly.

Seeing that someone had already handed over hands near the gate of the courtyard, Xiao Jun looked intently and found that it was Zhao Zilong who was fighting with four or five men in black robes.

Seeing this group of people, Xiao Jun couldn't help frowning, he didn't expect them to chase here.

Bloodlines!
Zhao Zilong seems to have been injured.

Soon, Bao and Feng rushed out and joined the battle group after meeting Xiao Jun face to face.

On the wall of the small courtyard stood an old man, wrapped in a black robe, with a white beard standing out in the dark night.

The old man in black robe was staring at Xiao Jun closely, with a trace of hatred in his eyes, the black robe on his body was swinging in the wind, and it seemed that he might make a move at any time.

Xiao Jun saw that after Bao and Feng joined, the situation of the battle was temporarily under control, so he raised his eyes to the old man standing on the wall who had not moved, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

What annoyed him the most was Cheng Jiaojin who came out halfway.

Now that Qiao Feng's matter has not been resolved, and there are still Khitan soldiers all over the city staring at him, he didn't expect the blood clan to come to him.

Soon, the three of Bao Ditong were gradually exhausted. Although the three of them worked together to kill the two black-robed killers, they were all injured, and they were no longer the opponents of the remaining three black-robed killers.

Xiao Jun looked at the old man on the wall, a sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he rushed out, rushing towards the three black-robed killers like lightning!
The black-robed old man standing on the top of the wall saw Xiao Jun move, almost at the same time he jumped down and rushed towards Xiao Jun's direction.

But at this moment, a black piece of iron appeared like lightning, whizzing and went straight to the face of the black-robed old man!

The black-robed old man was shocked, turned around hastily, turned somersault in the air, and narrowly escaped the attack of the iron block by a hair's breadth!

Gun. Crossbow!
But when the black-robed old man just came back to his senses, he found that the only three remaining subordinates he brought had also fallen in a pool of blood.

Three strokes!It only took three tricks!One move one person!
The black-robed old man could see clearly that when he was dodging the black iron block just now, Xiao Jun only made three moves, which was an understatement, but his only three remaining subordinates had already been killed.

"Are you okay?"

Xiao Jun looked at Bao BuTong and the three of them, and asked indifferently.

"fine."

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The three shook their heads and answered in unison.

Xiao Jun took a look. The injuries of the three were not serious, but they were not light either. It seemed that the gap between them and the blood killer was still a little bit close.

"Go back!"

Xiao Jun said something lightly, then turned to look at the black-robed old man who had already fallen in the courtyard.

"Holy Master, something seems to have happened to Mr. Qiao. In the middle of the night, he was carried out from the inside. He seemed to be unconscious. I asked the others to follow and came back to report by myself. Unexpectedly, I happened to meet these killers."

Zhao Zilong looked at Xiao Jun, endured the pain and said anxiously.

After hearing Zhao Zilong's words, Xiao Jun couldn't help frowning, and his heart tightened.

It seems that the Khitan emperor is ready to do something.

At this time, the black-robed old man also turned his eyes away from his subordinates, and looked at Xiao Jun, the hatred in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"You did what happened to Moyun Mountain?!"

The old man in black robe stared at Xiao Jun, and asked first.

Hearing what the old man in black robe said, Xiao Jun turned around slowly and looked over.

"Are you here for revenge?"

Xiao Jun stared at the face of the black-robed old man, and asked coldly.

"It seems that it is really you! I want to use your blood to wash away the shame of those undead in the ancient city! Cut off your head and pay homage to them!"

The old man in black robe gritted his teeth and said harshly.

As soon as the words fell, the black-robed old man had slowly drawn out the long sword behind his back.

Xiao Jun couldn't help frowning, and found that the long sword on the old man's back was exactly the same as the old man's sword in purple.

Are they using a group of people?
Xiao Jun couldn't help being surprised.

But now it was too late to think about it, he had to get rid of the old man as soon as possible, and then rescue Qiao Feng.

If his estimation was correct, Qiao Feng should have been poisoned and put in prison by now.

(End of this chapter)