The Supreme Sword of Martial Arts

More and more Jinyiwei followed behind, and also entered the Nanzhen Fusi, watching the excitement of this once-in-a-century.

There are not many masters in Jinyiweiben, otherwise he would not have become the lackeys of the East and West factories. In contrast, the number of masters in Nanzhen Fusi is even less than that of Beizhen Fusi... Since the last commander Tong Zhili Ge laughed and disappeared suddenly, and Nanzhen Fusi had already started to go downhill.

It is precisely because of this that Liang Qianhu took the risk of offending Cao Shaoqin of the Dongchang factory and transferred Pei Lun to Nansi.

Pei Lun, who was able to fight against Yang Yuxuan, the first young master of the East Factory, but only lost one move, is a much-needed talent for Nanzhen Fusi!

As for Zhang Ying and others' money, it's just an introduction.

Under such circumstances, even though there are a lot of guards in Nanzhen Fusi, and there are hundreds of people under the guards, how can they stop the attack of the three Ba ​​Dao?

In just one stick of incense, Ling Chen and the others rushed into the hinterland of Nanzhen Fusi!

Jin Yiwei's commander Tongzhi appeared in sight.

"Who dares to make trouble at my Nanzhen Fusi Yamen?!"

Sitting on the chair without asking for a golden sword, he was originally in high spirits, watching the competition going on on a high platform built in the yard, when suddenly he heard the noise, and his face suddenly changed.

When he saw hundreds of people rushing in, most of them belonged to Nanzhen Fusi's side, most of them were bruised and bruised, and more than a hundred people were trapped like dumplings, first startled, then furious!

Of course he is not stupid if he can take the position of Jin Yiwei commanding Tongzhi.

On the contrary, his IQ and city government are extremely high.

"Someone is making trouble, why don't you report it immediately?"

He glared fiercely at those injured subordinates, then turned his gaze, his eagle-like eyes firmly locked on Ling Chen.

Obviously, he saw at a glance that Ling Chen was in charge, and frowned slightly: "A person from Beizhen Fusi?"

"Sir, it's you who told us not to disturb you today no matter what..."

A guard underestimated it aggrievedly, and at the same time trotted to Ying Wuqiu's side and explained a few words in a low voice.

There should be no joy.

Do these people think that they are in a good mood today, and are they just making a joke?

"Kidn my colleagues, trespassed into Nansi's official office, and I want this official to give you an explanation, do you think that you have lived too long, or do you think that Nanzhen Fusi, which I have asked for, is a vegetable market, come and leave if you want. Can you go?!"

He stood up, looked at Ling Chen and smiled back: "Today is the day when my Nanzhen Fusi competes for Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, and Xuanwu's four wards, this official is in a good mood, I will give you three breaths. Time, let Liang Qianhu and the others go quickly, otherwise..."

Accompanied by his voice, the more than [-] Nansi Jinyiwei who had gathered in the yard all pulled out their embroidered spring knives and stared at Ling Chen's crowd, a bloodthirsty and cruel murderous aura quietly enveloped the audience.

Ling Chen looked around the audience and immediately understood.

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Ling Chen looked around the audience and immediately understood.

These more than [-] people are obviously the real elites of Nanzhen Fusi, and today, they seem to be engaged in some kind of competition, so they didn't notice the noise outside.

It's just, the four major townsfolk envoys?

Ling Chen was also happy.

Since the development of the Ming Dynasty, the rank and power of Jinyiwei have become very chaotic. For example, the commander of the third-rank dignified and familiar, but only in charge of the Nanzhen Fusi, and the big boss of the Beizhen Fusi Xu Xianchun, but It's just the level of a fifth-grade sorceress.

No way, who made Mr. Xu, the confidant of Wei Zhongxian, the director of the East Factory.

But this is the case, Jin Yiwei's rules are still there.

Generally speaking, the sum of the northern and southern wardens, there are only two wardens!

That is to say, under his undemanding subordinates, he can only appoint one pacifist envoy, but now, he is competing in open competition to compete for the four major pacifist envoys, of course, in order to select a master with strong force, but this...

Are you sure you're not hitting Xu Xianchun in the face?

"Nanzhen Fusi is backed by Yan Song, and Beizhen Fusi is backed by Dongchang. The contradiction between the two is exactly the same as what Pei Lun said."

Thinking of the information from the previous investigation, the corner of Ling Chen's mouth slightly grinned, and a cold arc appeared.

At this time, Liang Qianhu, who was tied into a zongzi, saw Ying Wuqiu, the savior, and suddenly cried miserably: "Sir, this kid not only has no respect, but also did not let us go to Nanzhen. In the eyes, the adults must kill this kid and avenge the humble position..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Chen lifted the Embroidered Spring Sabre upside down and hit his chin with the hilt.

Only hearing a crisp "click", accompanied by a very low voice, Liang Qianhu's face was suddenly flushed with blood, and the bones of his lower jaw were smashed to pieces, and he even bit his tongue because he was talking. Broken in half!

He rolled his eyes on the spot and fainted in pain! !

"presumptuous!!!"

Such an arrogant act was like slapping Nanzhen Fusi in the face in public. Ying Wuqiu immediately became furious, but just as he spoke, he was interrupted on the spot by Ling Chen's dragon elephant shouting—

"Master Ying, is it a fart if you take Ling Mou? If you don't give an explanation today, Ling Mou will tear down your Nanzhen Fusi!"

Under everyone's attention, Ling Chen's tall and straight figure walked out slowly, step by step to the front of Ying Wuqi.

His face was calm, but there was an arrogance that made everyone in the audience tremble: "Pei Lun is from Beizhen Fusi, you can adjust Nanzhen Fusi if you want, because you think I am Beizhen Fusi. Si Hao is bullying, but still look down on Master Xu?!"

At this point, he has already stood against Ying Wuqiu.

At this time, his voice suddenly became smaller, and only he and a few people around Ying Wuqiu could hear it clearly.

"To tell you the truth, Mr. Xu has long disliked you. You even held a competition and wanted to choose four pacifist envoys to embarrass Mr. Xu, so Mr. Xu specially told you to teach you a lesson when you have the opportunity. Son of a bitch!"

With undisguised sarcasm and disdain on his face, Ling Chen sneered: "Today...you brought it to the door yourself."