The two of them wanted to attack Hong Lietao in a pincer attack, but how could Su Xin let them do as they wished?
The God Stunning Finger shot out, and instantly, the finger force was like a bolt of lightning, letting out a sharp whistle and shattering the weapon in one of their hands, forcing him to retreat step by step.
The other helplessly was also forced back over a dozen steps by Su Xin's finger force, not daring to act rashly again.
One of the finger forces blasted in front of Yan Shuheng, creating a small hole several feet deep in the limestone below his feet. Within a radius of a few steps, it was full of cracks!
Yan Shuheng's temples were dripping with cold sweat. Although he knew that it was impossible for Su Xin to kill him in public, he was still shocked.
He was not a Xiantian Realm martial artist, and that feeling of helplessness when facing a Xiantian Realm martial artist simply made him afraid to the point of insanity.
Su Xin walked up the stage and said coldly, "What, did the rules of the Wind Cloud Arena change? Not just one on one, but also a group fight? "
The Xiantian Realm martial artist whose weapon was shattered by Su Xin shouted, "Mo Chentao has already been defeated, but Hong Lietao is still so overbearing, wanting to take his life. He is so vicious, shouldn't we save him?"
Su Xin sneered and said, "What a joke! This is the Wind Cloud Arena, not a spar. Who said that killing is not allowed on the Wind Cloud Arena?
You deserve to be killed on the stage because your skills are inferior. If you are so afraid of death, go home and drink milk. What are you going to do in the pugilistic world for? "
"You! That martial artist was instantly rebutted by Su Xin until his face turned red, and he couldn't say a word.
Su Xin looked at the restless Yan Zhongheng and the others and said coldly, "If you guys want to pick a fight, then this Meng will take it on. I'm not afraid of taking turns to fight, but life and death are decreed by fate. If you lose your life on the stage, don't blame this Meng for being ruthless!"
Yan Zhongheng's subordinates were instantly speechless.
This person in front of them was a Mortal List ranker, and he even defeated the combined attack of Zhang Guang and the other two by himself.
They had also seen Meng Qingze's attack just now. He had forced two Xiantian martial artists back with a single strike. His strength was practically invincible among those of the same level.
They had more than ten Xiantian Realm martial artists on their side, so they had a bit of confidence. However, the problem was that Meng Qingze was obviously enraged now. Once they got on the stage, it would be a life and death battle. Who would dare to be the first to court death?
As the saying goes, it's better for you to die than for me. If they had to fight the last battle, they wouldn't mind fighting with this expert on the Ranking List of Young Masters who was almost exhausted. But as for the first battle, it was better to forget about it.
Yan Shuheng said coldly, "Stand down! You win this round. You can choose the trade route first. "
Just as Su Xin had said before, Yan Shuheng did not want to waste time with them here.
In a year's time, some trade routes were even enough for them to travel twice. It was obviously not a wise choice to fight to the death with Yan Qingxue's subordinates here.
Now, even Yan Shuheng, the person involved, didn't intend to continue to make trouble. Naturally, the others didn't have any objections and obediently let Yan Qingxue choose.
"I choose the trade route in Xiangnan," Yan Qingxue said softly.
Yan Zhongheng and the others were stunned.
It wasn't that the trade route in Xiangnan wasn't good, but it was too mediocre.
The trade route to Xiangnan was really too close to Shangshan City. Even with this bloated caravan following, it would take three to four months to go back and forth.
If they were fast, they could even travel three or four times.
However, it was precisely because of this that the profits of Xiangnan's specialty products in Shangshan City weren't very high. After all, there were other caravans from the Central Plains that went deep into Shangshan City and went to Chang Ning Prefecture that was closest to Nanman to collect these specialty products.
Only some small caravans that didn't have the ability and were afraid of encountering bandits deep in Nanman would buy and trade these things in Shangshan City.
Among the thirteen trade routes, the most profitable were of course the six trade routes that led to the Central Plains. Any one of them could earn ten times more than the one in Xiangnan.
Based on this calculation, even if you went to Xiangnan four times, it wouldn't be as good as going to the Central Plains once.
Yan Zhongheng and the others were puzzled. Yan Qingxue should know about these things, but why did she still choose the trade route that led to Xiangnan? Could it be that there was some conspiracy involved?
However, they couldn't think of anything suspicious at the moment, so they happily divided up the rest of the trade routes and prepared to go on their way.
On the way back, Hong Lietao said to Yan Qingxue in a deep voice: "Miss Yan, I'm sorry for what happened today."
Although he was a bit rash, he wasn't a fool.
If he had killed Mo Chentao in front of everyone, it would definitely attract the Mo clan of Cang Lan Valley to find trouble with him. This would implicate Yan Qingxue and affect their plans.
Therefore, Hong Lietao was a bit embarrassed about his impulsiveness.
Yan Qingxue smiled and shook her head: "Big brother Hong, don't say that. I'm already very grateful that you chose to help me. Similarly, if something happens to you, I'll bear it together with you. "
Hong Lietao was slightly touched. He had an eccentric personality and usually didn't have many friends. Previously, when Yan Zhongheng and the others came to recruit him, he got angry and left.
However, he felt Yan Qingxue's sincerity. Compared to Yan Zhongheng and the others who only wanted to use his strength, Hong Lietao felt that he didn't choose the wrong person.
Even Tao Qian and Nie Fang felt warm in their hearts. At least by following Yan Qingxue, they didn't have to worry about people plotting against them behind their backs. They didn't have to worry about dirty things like fighting for power and profit.
Seeing this scene, Su Xin shook his head slightly.
He didn't approve of Yan Qingxue's sincere way of treating people. Sometimes, if you treated people sincerely, it didn't mean that they would treat you sincerely.
However, it was undeniable that Yan Qingxue's way of treating people was undoubtedly more comfortable. At the very least, this method wasn't suitable for Su Xin.
He still firmly believed that if he wanted his subordinates to follow him wholeheartedly, benefits were the most important.
After returning, Yan Qingxue also started to establish a caravan under Uncle Liang's guidance.
Of course, Su Xin and the others couldn't help with this and could only watch from the side.
Setting up a caravan with martial artists was only a part of it. Most of it still needed a large number of civilian workers to carry the goods, as well as a large number of carriages and horses.
Because this time, Su Xin was prepared to monopolize all the specialties of Nanman, the entire caravan was much larger. There were hundreds of carriages and thousands of horses and mules.
There were also more than 500 martial artists in the Postliminary Realm. Fang Hao seemed to be more clever, so Uncle Liang let him be responsible for communicating with these 500 martial artists and organizing them into teams, ready to set off.
These things sounded simple, but the details were very complicated.
Yan Qingxue had been taught about this by Uncle Liang in the past. This was the first time she put it into practice, and she learned very quickly. Almost as long as Uncle Liang explained it to her once, she could learn it.
Su Xin also discovered that Yan Qingxue seemed to be very talented in business. Last time, when he talked about monopoly, the others didn't really understand. Only Yan Qingxue understood almost as soon as she heard Su Xin's explanation.
After everyone was ready, Uncle Liang led an accountant over. He brought along ten large chests, each containing a million taels of silver.
This was the start-up capital that Yan Huangjiu gave them. Each person had one million silver taels, and this accountant was Yan Huangjiu's confidant. This time, he was going with them.
His role was to be in charge of supervision in the caravan. No matter what they purchased, they could only use this one million silver taels. If they used their own money, it would be considered a failure.
So even if this accountant was just an ordinary person, they had to obediently serve him and didn't dare to be disrespectful.
Yan Qingxue said with some worry, "There is only one million silver taels, but we have prepared so many carriages and horses. I just calculated that the things bought with this one million silver taels can't even fit one-tenth of the carriages."
Su Xin said softly, "If we bought it at the normal price, of course, this one million silver taels can't buy anything. But this time, we are not going to buy at the normal price."
The prices of the Nanman specialties in Chang Ning Mansion were all set by him. How could he not know how much profit there was? This time, he didn't plan to buy according to the price he set.
Yan Qingxue nodded. Since Young Master Meng was confident, then she was relieved.
Su Xin's side was properly prepared. All that was left was to set off, but the atmosphere over at Yan Shuheng's side was abnormally heavy.
Mo Chentao was stabbed by Hong Lietao. Although he didn't die, he was seriously injured.
Afterwards, Yan Shuheng immediately found a doctor to treat Mo Chentao. But after more than two hours, the doctor came out and shook his head, "Young Master, although his life is no longer in danger, that slash was too ruthless. It directly severed his sternum and meridians.
Although this old man can reconnect them, the blade energy has already entered his body and destroyed more than half of his meridians. Wanting to heal is extremely difficult. At least this old man is at his wit's end. "
This doctor was already the best doctor in Merchant Mountain City. He was the kind of doctor who specialized in treating martial artists. If he couldn't cure it, then he could only find those famous divine doctors to treat it.
Unfortunately, not to mention Yan Shuheng, even the Mo Clan's Patriarch wouldn't be able to invite those people.
Yan Shuheng's face was full of worry, "Is there really no way to cure it? Then what will happen to him in the future? "
The doctor shook his head, "This old man has exhausted all means. There really is no way. Although he won't be a cripple in the future, he won't be able to use the power of a Xiantian martial artist.
He won't even be able to use his qi. Otherwise, his qi will completely tear his meridians. If that happens, there will be no way to save him. "
With that, the doctor directly took his leave, leaving Yan Shuheng with a black face.
Although Mo Chentao won't become a cripple, how is he different from a cripple if he can't use his qi? Just by relying on physical strength, Mo Chentao is at most equivalent to an early Houtian martial artist. For Mo Chentao, who was only 30 years old, this is simply a cripple.
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