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"Run it for me."

This time, there were not only the armored soldiers of the Fan family, but also Chen Pingping's Black Cavalry. Although the Black Cavalry were Emperor Qing's soldiers, after Chen Pingping let Wu Zhu eliminate several leaders, he finally took the command into his hands.

Emperor Qing heard that damn voice again and thought, could it be that Yao Bin has come back to kill him?
Just then the eunuch came in to report: "What's going on?"

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened. Fan Xian has mobilized the Black Cavalry to rebel and is now heading towards the palace. He has already entered the palace and he also has the firearms from last time."

After hearing the eunuch's words, Emperor Qing's face turned cold and he slapped the eunuch to death. He always made a fuss about nothing. How would outsiders view him when they knew about this?

"Go and inform Ye Liuyun to come to the palace for support."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The masked man bowed and went down. Emperor Qing was not idle either. He went to invite the two messengers from the temple. Unfortunately, the last request for hot weapons had not been granted.

After calculations, the temple's system came to the conclusion that Yao Bin might have obtained some arsenals, but the inventory would definitely not be too much, so he would send envoys and then work with the army to wipe out the enemy.

Thermal weapons cannot appear again, otherwise, within two hundred years, there will be another nuclear war on Earth. Wouldn’t all the previous work be in vain?
When the two messengers from the temple heard that it was Ye Qingmei's descendants and Wu Zhu who escaped might also come, they immediately agreed to help. With the help of these two people, Emperor Qing felt more confident.

If he were to face the firearms of Fan Xian's men and the pervert Wu Zhu alone, he really didn't have the courage to do so, so it would be better for him to run away as soon as possible.

Now there are two grand masters on his side, as well as messengers from dozens of temples. Even if Fan Xian has hot weapons, there is no need to be afraid. As long as Yao Bin is not an idiot, he will not give Fan Xian a lot of hot weapons.

Anyway, it's four against one now, and the advantage is on me!
Fan Xian didn't spend much effort to attack the outside of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests. Chen Pingping was also pushed over in a wheelchair by Fan Jian. In short, for Ye Qingmei, any price was worth it.

"Wuzhu, where have you been?"

"Dad, Dean Chen, Uncle Wuzhu should have entered the palace."

"Ah."

Fan Jian and Chen Pingping nodded at the same time. They still had confidence in Wu Zhu's skills. Besides, Wu Zhu would only listen to Fan Xian, which was also a great help.

"Master, we still have a lot of bullets, but the barrel of this gun is a little red, what should we do?"

Fan Xian thought for a moment and said, "Take the time to cool down."

After saying that, he thought these people might not understand, so he added: "Just take a break and wait for the barrel to cool down before using it. If it doesn't work, just pour water on it."

If a fight breaks out later, I won't care about so many things. I just hope the gun barrel can hold. At the very least, I have to kill that old dog, Emperor Qing.

"Yes, Master."

Chen Pingping asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay. Even if a grandmaster comes later, he will have to kneel down for me."

Chen Pingping naturally had no doubt about this. Didn't you see that the last time Emperor Qing was pointed at with a gun, he didn't dare to say a word? Besides, he could also use these weapons, and their power was indeed enormous.

Little did he know that Yao Bin had one thousand last time, and a lot of Gatling guns, not to mention that Yao Bin himself is a grandmaster. Now Emperor Qing has a huge helper, while Fan Xian only has fifty AKs, which is totally incomparable.

At this moment, the door of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests opened. The person in the lead was none other than Emperor Qing, but next to him there were two people dressed exactly like Wu Zhu, which made the three of them astonished.

Fan Xian subconsciously asked, "Uncle Wu Zhu?"

The temple's messenger ignored Fan Xian and asked without any emotion: "You are Fan Xian, Ye Qingmei's son."

Chen Pingping seemed to have thought of something: "Oh no, Fan Xian, these are the temple's messengers, shoot quickly."

Then a series of clattering sounds were heard, and at the same time Ye Liuyun and Emperor Qing also took action. These four people all had the strength of grandmasters, and soon there were casualties on Fan Xian's side.

Emperor Qing secretly cried out in danger, what a powerful firearm! Fortunately, there were not many people on Fan Xian's side, otherwise he would be the one to die today.

After Ye Liuyun struck with his sword, more than 30 bodies were left. In fact, there were still seven or eight people holding guns. Fan Xian shouted, "Groups of five, quickly disperse."

But because the training time was too short, these people had no idea how to fight in groups of five, and they just kept firing at Emperor Qing and the others.

Soon Wu Zhu joined the battlefield. He had just gone to the harem and killed the old lady. He suddenly remembered that the people who killed Ye Qingmei seemed to include this old man.

With Wu Zhu's joining, the pressure on Fan Xian was greatly reduced. He faced two temple messengers alone. He was worthy of being the strongest person in the temple. He was not at all at a disadvantage when fighting one against two.

In the palace, the sound of gunfire and shouting continued. Emperor Qing always had the upper hand. He knew that having more people was useless, so there were only four of them. This resulted in Fan Xian's men constantly shooting but never hitting the target.

"Oh no, Master, my gun barrel is already smoking, what should I do?"

"Master, my gun barrel is like this too."

"Master, Master."

“Just water it.”

"Yes."

Although this will shorten the life of the gun barrel, now is the time to take care of it. It would be better if I don't die in this palace.

Emperor Qing discovered the clue, and after exchanging a glance with Ye Liuyun, the two attacked at the same time, causing a large number of casualties immediately. This scene stunned Fan Xian, who had not expected the grandmaster's martial arts to be so high.

In the end, Fan Xian ran out of bullets and his men were all killed or wounded. Ye Liuyun's palm was also pierced by a bullet. Although his life was not in danger, it was a huge shame for a grandmaster.

Ye Liuyun simply killed all the remaining people. Of course, he did not touch Fan Jian, Chen Pingping and Fan Xian.

"Chen Pingping, Fan Jian, do you dare to rebel?"

Chen Pingping sat in a wheelchair, not showing any fear at all, and sneered, "When you killed her, you should have known this would happen."

The shotgun on the wheelchair had already been used, but it was completely useless and didn't cause any damage to Emperor Qing.

Emperor Qing snorted coldly: "Humph, even if I kill her, what can you do?"

Chen Pingping was not afraid at all: "Haha, Li Yunqian, how long do you think you can live even if we die? Today we just have few weapons, but there are 30,000 troops in Qingzhou City, and there are also armored tanks. Hahaha, then it will be your death."

This hit the sore spot for Emperor Qing, and he waved his hand and used a stream of true energy to take Chen Pingping away.

When he found that the other party had no breath, he felt a little regretful: "You are really lucky. I should have tortured you to death earlier."

Emperor Qing then looked at the father and son of the Fan family: "Fan Jian, what do you say?"

"Now that things have come to this, I have nothing to say." Fan Jian then vomited black blood and fell directly to the ground. It was obvious that he had committed suicide by taking poison. He might have hidden the poison in his teeth long ago.

Fan Xian saw his father fall down: "Dad, Dad, how are you? You can't die."

When Fan Jian heard this, a last smile appeared on his face: "I have no regrets as a father, no regrets." Before he finished speaking, Fan Jian died.

Emperor Qing didn't expect that his son would actually call Fan Jian "dad" in front of him. How could he tolerate this, especially since he took the lead in rebelling against him today.

"Fan Xian, I am your father."

"Bullshit, what kind of father are you? My father is Fan Jian. My last name Fan has nothing to do with your last name Li."

Emperor Qing slapped Fan Xian twice on the face. Don't think that he was merciful and didn't kill Fan Xian, because Fan Xian was the person designated by the temple, and he didn't want to offend the temple now.

At this time, Fan Xian thought of Uncle Wu Zhu who was still fighting, and shouted loudly: "Uncle Wu Zhu, hurry up, hurry up. There is no need to fight anymore. Go to Qingzhou to find Yao Bin and ask him to take good care of the family."

Before he could finish, he and Emperor Qing were knocked unconscious.

"Hmph, don't even think about escaping. Someone, come and capture all the Fan family members. I want everyone to know the consequences of rebellion."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Afterwards, Gong Dian took the imperial guards to get to work.

Ye Liuyun looked at the two people who were still fighting: "Your Majesty, why don't we go and help?"

If we talk about the people that Emperor Qing fears the most, the unreasonable Wu Zhu must be in the top three. This time, he wished that Wu Zhu would die here, otherwise he would not have knocked Fan Xian unconscious when Fan Xian just reported the news.

"Don't worry, the temple messenger has already gained the upper hand, why bother to get involved?"

These words made Ye Liuyun despise him very much, but he was also very afraid of Wu Zhu's strength. After all, when he was still at the ninth rank, he was beaten by Wu Zhu and ran around with his head in his hands. Even after becoming a grandmaster, he still couldn't beat Wu Zhu.

Wu Zhu had just heard what Fan Xian said and no longer wanted to fight with these two people.

Temple Messenger: "Come back with us."

"You shouldn't exist in this world."

Taking advantage of this rift, Wu Zhu quickly rushed towards Emperor Qing. Naturally, he wanted to rescue Fan Xian. He wouldn't care if everyone here died, as long as Fan Xian was fine.

Emperor Qing was such a cunning person that he grabbed Fan Xian in his hand like a chicken.

"Wu Zhu, if you dare to come over here, Fan Xian will surely die."

What the hell is this? Wu Zhu can actually fight two people at once and not be at a disadvantage. He knows the strength of the temple messenger. He is clearly a grandmaster.

Ye Liuyun despised Emperor Qing more and more. If I remembered correctly, this Fan Xian should be your son. How could you threaten others with your own son's life?
Can I still be a human being?

After a few moves, Wu Zhu gradually fell into a disadvantage. It was obvious that he could not save Fan Xian now. He might as well do what he had just said. Then Wu Zhu quickly disappeared in the palace.

Under normal circumstances, Emperor Qing and the temple messenger would definitely chase after them, but now with the powerful enemy Yao Bin around, they had to conserve their strength.

"Come here, take Fan Xian away and keep him under strict guard."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

In this way, the purge launched by Fan Xian and others was suppressed by Emperor Qing. However, after this battle, Ye Liuyun completely became alienated from Emperor Qing, mainly because he disdained to associate with such people.

Although Emperor Qing did not suffer any losses this time, the internal restlessness could no longer be suppressed. It had only been a short period of time, but he had been attacked twice in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests. Now Emperor Qing felt a little slapped in the face every day when he attended court in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests.

On a mountain road two hundred miles away from Kyoto City, there was a team of carriages and horses. They were none other than the Fan family.

They don’t know what’s happening in Kyoto City yet, but Fan Xian didn’t show up as planned, so they have to leave.

Liu Ruyu only now understood what was going on. It turned out that her master was actually rebelling and was not returning to Danzhou to worship his ancestors.

"Ruoruo, what should we do?"

This is a rebellion. Liu Ruyu might be arrested and her entire family would be executed immediately. She had to panic.

Fan Ruoruo also knew that the situation was dangerous: "Aunt, let's go to Qingzhou, he will help us."

"Okay, let's go to Qingzhou, go to Qingzhou."

They had not walked ten miles when they heard the ground shaking. It was obvious that a large number of cavalry were approaching, which was not good news at this time.

It was Gong Dian who came with a thousand imperial guards. His goal was to capture the members of the Fan family. Soon the imperial guards surrounded the convoy, and everyone knew what would happen next.

"Come here, capture them and kill anyone who dares to resist."

"Yes."

Normally in this situation, someone would come to the rescue, and this time is no exception. After all, everyone follows this routine.

A familiar voice sounded, and Fan Ruoruo knew who it was as soon as she heard it: "Auntie, Sizhe, someone is here to save us."

When Gong Dian heard the voice, he subconsciously ran away, but then he thought it would be better to capture the Fan family as hostages, so he drew his sword and rushed towards the carriage.

But before he reached the carriage, he saw a scimitar flying towards him, and the person who attacked him was Lang Tao.

How could Gong Dian not know Lang Tao? He felt that today was the day he would die, but even if he died, he had to take someone with him. He drew his sword and stabbed directly at the carriage, no matter who he killed.

"what"

A scream was heard in the carriage. It was because Versace was stabbed in the thigh by Gong Dian. This guy had never practiced martial arts, so such pain was definitely unbearable for him.

"Sister, am I going to die? Please save me."

When Liu Ruyu saw her son injured, her heart was bleeding. She quickly hugged her son and comforted him, "Sizhe, Sizhe, don't be afraid. Don't be afraid, your mother is here."

Lang Tao, who was outside the car, saw that this guy dared to attack him, so he cut Gong Dian in half with a knife. If someone Yao Bin cared about was injured, it would be really a disaster.

An eighth-grade warrior is no match for Lang Tao, a top-level ninth-grade warrior. What's more, Gong Dian also used the tactic of mutual destruction. If he doesn't die, who will?

After dealing with Gong Dian, Lang Tao asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

Fan Ruoruo opened the car curtain. Although she didn't see anyone she knew, she saw the familiar camouflage uniforms and bulletproof vests. They were clearly Yao Bin's men.

"My brother is injured. Is there a military doctor?"

Lang Tao didn't understand this, and soon a military doctor came to check. After a while, he frowned and said, "This punctured a blood vessel. If there is heavy bleeding, it will be terrible. We have to go back for surgery right now." (End of this chapter)