Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 46
As soon as these words came out, those around who were about to watch a good show immediately turned their heads over.

Only then did they recognize that the old man was a sorcerer who had just come to Xianyang recently. He was called Xiazi Zhou, but no one knew his real name.

I only know that his divination technique is very effective.

Hearing that Ying Zige had a bloody disaster at this moment, everyone was filled with excitement.

"Old man, how do you know?" A young man next to him asked with a grin, showing two rows of yellow teeth.

"The old man is not talking nonsense, is he? Even if your divination is effective, how could you possibly detect something within five steps?" The other person frowned slightly, then grinned, shook his head frantically, and looked of disbelief.

"Yes, old man, he has already taken three steps now, and there are only two steps left. If no one moves within these two steps, your signboard will be smashed to pieces." The young man next to him, He said with a smile.

"Do you know why I know?" Blind Zhou smiled slightly, his complexion suddenly darkened, and two intense cold lights suddenly burst out from those sour eyes that seemed lifeless.

Everyone couldn't help trembling, and their eyes widened.

Isn't this old guy blind?
Just as this thought flashed through their minds, Ying Zige, who was standing upright and ignoring others on the street, had already taken the fifth step.

Right now!

Zhou Xiazi moved, and suddenly pulled out a gleaming long sword from his crutches.

The long sword is slender, very suitable for hiding in the crutches, it is simply an assassin's sharp weapon.

The moment the sharp sword was unsheathed, his figure was already like a rabbit, and he saw the long street in the blink of an eye.

"Ah!" The people in the teahouse were shocked and couldn't help screaming.

Ying Zige:? ? ?

What's the situation?Why did he suddenly scream?

He subconsciously turned his head and looked in the direction of the teahouse.

Then he felt a cold light covering his line of sight, a gust of icy sword energy seemed to instantly chill him through the body!

"Fuck!" He couldn't help but swear.

"Stop!" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Then a rusty long sword was suddenly unsheathed.

Clap!
The sound made people mad for a while, and the people around who hadn't had time to react were hairy all over and couldn't help covering their ears.

Han Baichuan next to him, his cheeks twitched wildly, and his hair stood up straight away.

Nima!

The thirteenth son is too deceitful, let him hold a wooden sword, after all, he brought this wooden sword here.

The sword slave held that sword, no matter how you looked at it, it looked like it. It was picked up casually. Just listening to the sound, the momentum was much weaker than that of the assassin's long sword.

Jingle!
A piece of raw iron rust splashed out, and the shiny long sword was actually bounced away by the long sword in the sword slave's hand!

Blind Zhou's expression changed, and his heart sank.

This young man is so young, but he has such means?
What surprised him the most was that the thirteenth son, who had always been considered the most useless by the people of Xianyang, had such a top master beside him?
His heart trembled for a while, and the long sword in his hand instantly released endless sword light, constantly covering Ying Zige in front of him.

His goal has always been Ying Zige, and he is not interested in the young man who suddenly made a move.

The young man's face was calm, and where the sword in his hand kept moving, he blocked the opponent's sword in a calm manner.

For a moment, two figures surrounded Ying Zige non-stop, and Jian Guang seemed to form a torment, directly trapping Ying Zige in it!

Whoop!
The street, which was already noisy with people's voices, suddenly seemed to be boiling at this moment.

Those common people's small eyes were bright, and they rushed towards the direction of the battle.

"Have you started?"

"Who is being targeted by the assassin this time?"

"It seems to be the thirteenth son!"

"Young Master Thirteen? He almost died on the street last time, but this time he came out again? No wonder there are rumors in the market, he is a fool."

"This time it seems to be a little different! Facing the assassin, he didn't change his face, he didn't even move. It was as if Mount Tai was collapsing in front of him, but his face didn't change, and he had the air of a king!"

"I also heard that the thirteenth son may be favored by His Majesty recently. Could it be that he has been contaminated with royal air?"

"It must be so! Get out of the way and let me see the excitement inside."

The people scrambled to be the first to rush in from all directions, like a tide, directly blocking the surrounding area.

Ying Zige's mouth twitched involuntarily.

People who eat melons can be found anywhere.

It's just that he never expected, especially in this era.

(End of this chapter)