Daqin: Integrate ten times Lu Bu's combat power at the start

Chapter 55 Mohist Stronghold: South City, No. 75, Luliu Lane

"Well!"

"His Royal Highness Fusu."

"Your Highness!"

Zhao Caiyi kept pleading nervously, and kept pushing and shoving Su Chen, but her strength was enough to push her, and she could only be kissed by Su Chen on her lips helplessly.

a long time!

Lip points!

"Caiyi, believe me, if I become emperor in the future, you will be my noble concubine."

"Believe me!"

"I will always cherish you!"

Su Chen said with a proud smile, and then he made his promise.

This is what men call conquest.

"Thank you husband."

Zhao Caiyi had a shy look in her beautiful eyes, and there was a sense of charm in Gu Pan's eyes. She actually called Su Chen her husband, which already showed that she had fully accepted Su Chen's identity.

Su Chen couldn't help feeling that, no matter in ancient times or later generations, power is the most important thing.

You said that he took away his wife and murdered his husband, but in the end he was able to make his wife completely obey him. This is the effect of power. Su Chen likes this feeling a little bit.

In order to save the beauties in the world, no, the common people in the world, he should reluctantly accept this prince of the Great Qin Empire.

The revolution has not yet succeeded, he still needs to work hard.

The beauty of Daqin, I, Hu Hansan, are here.

Thinking of this, Su Chen domineeringly pressed Zhao Caiyi on his body, and the latter let out a coquettish cry. He was still resisting at first, but he soon chose to obey.

Xianyang City South City, No. 75, Luliu Lane, this is an old and dilapidated urban area, surrounded by slums.

Yang Baimei fled all the way, and after throwing off all the pursuers, he appeared here.

Climb over the wall and enter.

As soon as it landed on the ground, suddenly dozens of cold lights burst out from the dark place. These are terrifying and sharp sword lights, flying over from the dilapidated grass, tree chops, water tanks, etc. The sword lights passed by Wherever there is no grass grows.

Yang Baimei seemed to have known this would happen a long time ago, and the strength of the body protection around him emerged.

Afterwards, he displayed his body skills and went straight to meet the dozen or so kendo masters.

"break!"

"break!"

Yang Baimei is really too strong, he is extremely fast, avoiding these sword lights one by one, and then his hands turned into sword fingers, and the sword energy between his fingers pierced through the shoulders of these dozens of sword masters, blood pillars inverted flight.

"Uh!"

"The idea is too hard!"

"Notify the giant!"

These kendo masters are all first-class masters from the Mohist Trick City, and they are the guardians of the Mohist sword guards. After being injured, they immediately retreated violently without any muddling. It has to be said that these people acted quickly and reacted extremely Sensitive, worthy of being the elite of Mohism.

"Stop it all!"

"Don't mess around!"

"This one is the famous Master Yang Tianji."

"You must not offend the seniors."

A clear shout came from the dilapidated courtyard, and then an old man with white beard and eyebrows ran out quickly, and his age was at least around 68 or [-].

"Master Mo!"

All the masters of the Mohist School stopped one by one and did not continue to launch a new round of attacks. They looked at Yang Baimei suspiciously, and they really did not expect that this existence was actually Yang Tianshi, the god of the rivers and lakes. .

According to legend, this Yang Tianshi has participated in good fortune, knows astronomy from the top, geography from the bottom, and can know the events of the past and future 500 years.

Amazing!

"Tong Mo, I have something to do with your giant, where is he?!" Yang Baimei frowned and asked.

There is not much time left for him, even if Da Luo Jinshen descends to earth, it is impossible to save him.

Before he died, he had to tell them the information he got from the palace this time, and let them spread it. The secret that Shi Huang wanted to protect was what he wanted to destroy.

As soon as he thought of Emperor Shihuang and Fusu, he was so angry that his heart itched.

"Our master is in the secret room, Tianshi Yang, please follow me."

Tong Mo said quickly.

He could see that Yang Baimei's situation was very bad, and he wanted to introduce them to the giants, hoping to help them a little bit, after all, we are all fellow martial artists in the world, so we should watch over and help each other, this is the Mohism's rule of walking in the rivers and lakes.

"go!"

Yang Baimei pondered for a moment and said.

"Please!"

Enter the dilapidated house.

Afterwards, they came to a dilapidated stove, and Tong Mo knocked lightly on it a few times, and then a door appeared on the nearby ground.

There is a stone staircase leading underground.

After entering the secret room, the two of them quickly came out in front of a spacious stone hall through a corridor. There were many people here. It is a peerless master.

"You are the giant of the contemporary Mohist school?" Yang Baimei frowned and said.

After scanning the mohist masters in the stone hall, he shook his head. Such strength is too weak to compete with the first emperor. It may be a bad luck for them to venture into Xianyang city this time.

Now he was running his "Looking Qi Technique" and found that all the people present had been covered by dark clouds, which was an ominous omen. Only this Mohist giant, the dark clouds above his head had turned into blood, and he was sure to die fierce look.

"Mo family Mo Wujian met Yang Tianshi!"

"Yang Tianshi is seriously injured. If you don't give up, Wujian can take a look at your pulse."

Mo Wuji said in a friendly manner.

As a giant of the Mohist family, his demeanor really has nothing to say, his conversation is extraordinary, and his demeanor is quite like everyone's. This can make people know that he must be a famous big shot.

"Don't bother me. I'm not sick, but injured. I ran out of the palace just now."

"It was wounded by Emperor Shihuang."

"But he's not having a good time."

Yang Baimei on one side talked about this and couldn't help but think of Emperor Shi Huang's treachery. If he hadn't secretly killed the killer, he would never have ended up like this. He wished he could eat his flesh and drink his blood to relieve his hatred meaning.

"Oh!?"

"Could it be that Yang Tianshi entered the palace to assassinate the tyrant?!"

"Is it right?!"

Tong Mo said excitedly.

"No!"

"Actually, I was invited by the First Emperor Yingzheng to come to Xianyang City this time, but I discovered a big thing. In order to prevent me from revealing this big secret, Yingzheng secretly attacked me. That's why Cha got such a tragic injury."

"I now"

"Ugh!"

"Stop talking, if you talk too much, you will cry."

"The eagle who played with the eagle all his life was finally pecked by the eagle."

"Shame!"

"cough!"

When Yang Baimei said this, he couldn't get angry for a moment, and he was so angry that he coughed up blood.

It has to be said that what happened to Emperor Shihuang this time hit him hard, making it hard for him to let go easily. The resentment in his heart is very heavy.

Mo Wuxian on one side deserves to be the giant recommended by the Mohist family. He is indeed unparalleled in benevolence and righteousness. He took out a small medicine bottle from his body, handed it to Yang Baimei, and said, "Master Yang, this is obtained from an ancient tomb in southern Xinjiang. Elixir."

"There are three grains in total!"

"However, I have already taken one pill, and there is another pill that saved Jing Ke, the number one swordsman in the North, and now there is still one pill, if you take it, it may not be able to cure your injury, but at least it can make you live for three or four days longer. "

"It's not poisonous."

"You can be assured."

What he said was very candid, and the Mohists present, as well as some other schools of thought and some famous martial arts masters in the rivers and lakes, were full of praise.

A Generation of Gentleman's Sword Ink is boundless and worthy of the reputation of "Gentleman's Sword".

"Southern Border Ancient Tomb?!"

"It is said that there are some fairy treasures left after the Battle of the Conferred Gods in the southern border, could this be the same?!"

"So Yang is here to thank Mr. Mo for his kindness."

"He will report again!"

After hearing the words of Nanjiang ancient tomb, Yang Baimei's expression was inexplicably moved. He really didn't expect to have such an opportunity before he died. He really hoped that this pill could protect some of his life. Shouyuan.

He really doesn't want to die? !
For more than 100 years of practice, he is only for a strong cultivation base, or to be able to seek longevity.

The first emperor was afraid of death!
He is not like this, and he is more afraid of death than anyone else.

(End of this chapter)