In the snow: I am Huang Maner, bathing with Blue Bird and Sweet Potato at the beginning

They never imagined that they would be killed with a tree branch by a dandy who looked the least threatening...

Even before dying, they didn't have time to react.

The only thing that can be felt is the monstrous Wushuang sword intent before the head fell.

I'm afraid even the legendary sword god Li Chungang is nothing more than that...

In the distance, Wei Fucheng, who was about to burn his blood to rescue the little prince, widened his eyes in disbelief.

Is this still the silly little prince who only looks down at ants every day?

The strength of these three masked assassins is completely comparable to him, or even slightly better than him.

But the little prince just relied on a branch to behead all three of them lightly!

I'm afraid that after this battle, no one will ever laugh at the little prince as a foolish dandy, and every Beiliang army will respect him...

Because the Beiliang army is extremely martial arts, what they respect is martial arts, not status.

Only those with real skills can gain a foothold in the Beiliang Army and be accepted by all the soldiers

In the past, Xu Xiao earned such a high prestige in the Northern Liang Army by relying on many times of desperate charges, so much so that he sat in the current position of the Dazhu Kingdom, and he was inseparable from the previous desperate fight relationship.

After Huang Man'er beheaded the three masked men, the situation of the battle turned instantly, and the balance of victory began to tilt towards the Northern Liang army.

The originally vacant defensive circle was filled, and Huang Man'er, who was so angry, helped Jade Bird to deal with his opponent.

Seeing that the plan to assassinate the young prince had completely run aground, the remaining assassins fled away wisely.

The bandits on the outskirts were originally used as cannon fodder by the assassins. Without the latter to disrupt the situation, the former were quickly wiped out by the Beiliang army.

The curtain of this battle is about to be drawn down with Huang Man'er's random blow...

"It's really turning the tide and helping the building to collapse..." Wei Fu smiled as if relieved, and praised sincerely.

At this time, the Northern Liang army who accompanied them looked at Huang Man'er completely differently. Before, they thought Huang Man'er was just a useless idiot, and all their respect for him came from the influence of Dazhu Kingdom.

But now these elites dare not ignore this silly-looking little prince, because he is a martial arts genius who can turn the entire battle situation around with just a single branch!

At this time, Sweet Potato looked at the young prince's eyes as if they were about to sparkle like stars, and Bai Yan'er also looked at Huang Man'er's back with a flushed face, feeling a little deer in her heart.

As expected of my little prince!

Simply amazing!

55. Accompanied by beautiful women, Wang Chonglou went to Wudang Mountain to death

"Little prince, wake up, we are leaving."

Hearing Sweet Potato's soft voice, Huang Man'er rubbed his eyes and turned over in her arms.

Jiang Ni curled her lips in dissatisfaction, holding the talisman in her sleeve tightly.

Now she is almost certain that the foolish-looking Huang Man'er in front of her has already recovered her sanity!

But who would believe her words?

In the past, the elite of the Beiliang Army might still have some prejudice against this spoiled little prince, but after the incident last night, they respected him more and more.

Everyone has a mentality of admiration, especially in the Beiliang Army.

After breakfast, Huang Man'er and his daughters got into the carriage and prepared to arrive at Wudang Mountain within the day.

Around the carriage that Huang Man'er was riding in, there were circles of Beiliang troops airtightly guarding them, and Wei Fucheng even drove the carriage himself, unwilling to be too far away from the little prince.

The battle last night made this veteran on the battlefield wake up.

The little prince cannot afford to lose.

After seeing the young prince's high martial arts talent, he understood more and more clearly the importance of the former to Beiliang.

Alas, it's a pity that he is an idiot, otherwise the position of King Beiliang, I'm afraid Xu Longxiang really has to be...

Inside the carriage, Bai Yan'er excitedly asked Huang Man'er about the situation last night.

"Brother Huang Man'er, how did you kill all those assassins yesterday with only a tree branch?"

As Bai Yan'er said, she even made gestures with her hand, as if she was imitating Huang Man'er's sword strike last night.

The sweet potato and blue bird in the car also pricked up their ears curiously, they were also very interested in this matter.

Huang Man'er blinked and said with a smile:

"Of course it's because those people scared you, so I'm going to beat them up!"

After hearing this, Sweet Potato hugged Huang Man'er in his arms happily, and came with a "facial cleanser".

On the other hand, Qingniao's face was reddish, and she sat on the side and silently wiped Sha Na's gun.

Jiang Ni snorted coldly, and murmured in a low voice:

"You really believe this guy's nonsense, he's obviously pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!"

Bai Yan'er, who was sitting next to Jiang Ni, heard the former muttering to herself, and she smiled.

Although Huang Man'er never admitted to her that she had recovered her mind, she was not a fool.

Knowing so much knowledge and being able to write beautiful poems, how could he be the idiot they call?

The team is still marching non-stop, except that the army stopped at a lake for a while to rest at noon.

The Beiliang soldiers dismounted one after another to order the horses to drink water, and took out brushes to scrub their mouths and noses.

In the Beiliang army, horses were even more expensive than soldiers. Every military horse was a breed bred through countless improvements in Beiliang. With sufficient food and grass, they could even travel three hundred miles a day.

Therefore, in Beiliang, horses belong to the same level as salt and iron, and are directly controlled by the government. If someone sells horses privately, they will be beheaded for public display at least, and they will even sit among the nine tribes at worst.

After a short rest, everyone set off again.

On the way, Huang Man'er would stay in the arms of another sister from time to time, except for that little Jiang Ni with murderous eyes.

Really bored, he used the hair of the dragon and elephant with all his strength to absorb the essence of the sun, moon, heaven and earth to strengthen his body and temper his soul.

For this reason, the girls in the car also enjoyed additional benefits.

The dragon-elephant method will automatically absorb the aura of the surrounding world and gather around Huang Man'er, so the aura in the carriage becomes denser, even a bit foggy.

Naturally, the ones who benefited the most were the sweet potatoes and blue birds who were practicing martial arts, and even the little clay figurines who were thinking about stepping into the road of cultivation also benefited greatly from it.

And other people's skin has been nourished to varying degrees because of being in the high concentration of aura for a long time, and it becomes more and more beautiful.

Wei Fucheng, who was sitting in front of the car, naturally also felt this unusual aura. With a keen sense of smell, he immediately guessed that the little prince was practicing a special technique, and he couldn't help but shook his head and said with a smile:

"The back wave of the Yangtze River pushes the front wave, and the front wave dies on the beach..."

As night approached, everyone finally arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Wudang head teacher Wang Chonglou seemed to have anticipated all this, and stood at the mountain gate early to greet him.

Wei Fucheng got off his horse and saluted Wang Chonglou neatly:

"Wei Fucheng from Xiabeiliang Army, led by the order of Dazhu Kingdom, came to Wudang Mountain to pay homage to Emperor Zhenwu."

Wang Chonglou smiled and said:

"If you can come to my Wudang Mountain, you will naturally sweep your couch to welcome you. It's getting late, please go up the mountain with Poor Dao."

"In that case, thank you, Headmaster Wang."

Wudang Mountain is in the territory of Beiliang, so it is naturally attached to the behemoth Beiliang Palace.

Over the past few decades, Wudang Mountain has been in decline, and it has been overwhelmed by the Longhu Mountain with the same surname as the royal family. The incense is also getting less and less every year.

Without the support from Beiliang Palace in recent years, these Taoist priests would really have to go down the mountain to earn a living...

Except for a few old monsters in the first-rank realm, most of the little Taoist priests still have to eat three meals a day like ordinary people.

In the main hall of Wudang Mountain, a group of Northern Liang generals and Taoist priests gathered here.

Huang Man'er held Qingniao's jade hand, feeling the tender skin like suet jade.

"I have seen the little prince."

Wang Chonglou smiled and saluted Huang Man'er.

Huang Man'er was naturally wary of this old monster who once split the Canglan River with one... oh no, two fingers.

The Taoist martial arts are weird and mysterious, and he is not sure whether Wang Chonglou can see through his secrets, so he must be cautious first when acting in Wudang Mountain.

In addition, he has to complete the task of hanging up in Wudang Mountain to see if something good will come out.

In order to stabilize his foolish image in Wang Chonglou's heart, he stretched out his hand and tugged at Wang Chonglou's snow-white whisk.

How strong is Huang Man'er?He smashed the strange rocks that no one in the army lifted up without any effort.

Even if the whisk in Wang Chonglou's hand is not an ordinary thing, it is sacrificed from the natal feather of a spirit crane.

But under Huang Man'er's strange force, he still pulled off a large bunch of feathers abruptly.

Wang Chonglou looked at the pinch of feathers in Huang Man'er's hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

Xu Xiao!Why did you suddenly think of throwing your stupid son to me!

You pay me for my whisk!

Although Wang Chonglou scolded his mother in his heart, he still had a smile on his face:

"The little prince is really spiritual! Ordinary people can't get in touch with my Holy Feather Whisk."

Hold back, hold back, must hold back!

The child's father is a food and clothing parent in Wudang Mountain, so he can't be angry.

56. Make a quilt and sleep with your sisters!

Just think about it for the future of Wudang Mountain!My contribution as the head teacher is nothing!

Huang Man'er tilted his head, and found it very interesting to see Wang Chonglou's bland smile.

So he plucked out another big bunch of hairs.

"Old man, do you still have this kind of feathers? I want to take some home and let Sister Sweet Potato make me a quilt!"

Huang Man'er ignored Wang Chonglou's gritted teeth expression, played with the feather in his hand and laughed: