Three riders against two hundred riders. Moreover, behind the two hundred riders were two thousand elite riders from the military town of Dufengkou, as well as a group of Qi cultivators from the Northern Lands who were hiding in the dark. Therefore, in the eyes of Zhong Gucheng, who was near the carriage, this was called courting death. To put it bluntly, this was throwing an egg at a rock. Zhong Gucheng had always been a nameless Jianghu expert. Even though he was a first-grade Finger Xuan expert, he did not have much reputation in the Jianghu world. He did not even have a thunderous nickname. When his acquaintances saw him, they would only call him Old Zhong, and the officials would only respectfully call him Lord Zhong. However, he did not care about the weight of his face, but his inner strength was very sufficient. Zhong Gucheng, who had a seven-tailed golden carp and copper yellow fish pouch around his waist, was a first-class guest in the capital's Ministry of Justice. He was also close friends with the number one swordsman of Great An City, Qi Jiajie. He had solved many major cases in his hands, and could be considered a familiar face with the Zhao family's Son of Heaven. Zhong Gucheng was the person in charge of this mission on the surface. Everything, big or small, depended on whether he nodded or shook his head. Zhong Gucheng's Qi Observation skill was not weak. He looked at the three riders at the end of the road without any contempt. However, he was wary, but this did not mean that Zhong Gucheng had a guilty conscience. In his view, in the entire Liyang Jianghu, as long as it was not Old Monster Wang of Martial Emperor City, Đồng Thái of the Peach Blossom Sword God, or Cao Changqing in front of him, other than these three people, if it was anyone else, even if it was one of the top ten people in the new martial arts evaluation, they would not be able to stop his horse's hooves heading south. This was not arrogance, but great confidence. It was the confidence that Great Peace City and Zhao Shi had given Zhong Gucheng. However, Zhong Gucheng never imagined that the three riders he was about to confront at this moment would have such a shocking background. Because these three people were indeed not any of the Liyang masters in the top ten of the Wushu Evaluation, not Old Monster Wang who was in charge of the East Sea, not Đồng Thái who was searching for immortals, not Cao Changqing who was busy reviving West Chu, not General Gu Jiantang who was the number one saber user in the world, and definitely not the dead cat Han Diaosi. But last year, three Beimang "guests" came to Mount Zhulu, which was close to Shangyin Academy. Coincidentally, two of them were in the top ten of the Wushu Evaluation: White Dress Luo Yang and Broken Spear Deng Mao. If Zhong Gucheng had known of this terrifying truth earlier, he probably would not have been so condescending. In the great battle of Jianghu, when had he ever heard of any of the Ten Men of the World joining hands with another to kill the enemy? But today he just happened to run into it.
Looking at the two hundred riders charging straight at him, the short Yelu Dongchuang, who was both a member of the royal family of Beimang and a rising military official, widened his eyes. His face was a little dull and melancholic. He slowly turned his head to the woman in white who was walking slowly by his side and asked, "What's going on? These people don't take the three of us seriously at all. Could it be that Mount Zhulu is not famous and popular in Liyang? Luo Yang, you tricked me. What did you tell me at that time? You said that the Devil Cult on Mount Zhulu was the target of public criticism, and that as long as I went up the mountain, there would be endless masters to kill. But in the end, there wasn't even a fart. That's fine. After all, Mount Zhulu is not easy to find, but why is it still so useless in Jianghu? You can't scare people! Luo Yang, you're not being honest. After this killing trip, I won't accompany you to play in Liyang anymore. Isn't there a war in Gusai State and Longyao State? I have to go to the South Court to earn military merits. Otherwise, that Fatty Dong will definitely leave me far behind. "
Luo Yang ignored the short man who was grumbling like a woman. She said calmly, "Deng Mao, I'll leave the two thousand riders at the back to you to delay. How much you kill depends on your mood. As for the Qi cultivators in the hiding place, Yelu Dongchuang, you kill them. You don't have to deal with those on the road. "
Deng Mao nodded and had no objection. Yelu Dongchuang immediately said anxiously, "Surnamed Luo, you're bullying me because I'm not one of the Ten Men of the Martial Arts World, right? Are you looking down on me? I'm still young. Let's see who's more powerful ten years later … "
Luo Yang turned her head calmly and looked at this proud son of heaven from the grassland of Beimang. Yelu Dongchuang shrank his neck and immediately shut his mouth. Back then, on the grassland, he was ordered by the Empress to lead the troops to intercept and kill the white-robed devil. In the end, she almost took the head of the general in the army. Since then, he had been traumatized. He was only afraid of three women in the world. The Empress whom he could privately address as aunt, that damned fat chick Murong Longshui who liked to bully him since young, and Luo Yang who had never smiled at him. Yelu Dongchuang hesitated for a moment. In the end, he still did not have the guts to challenge Luo Yang. He obediently turned his horse around and dashed out of the road to find trouble with those sneaky Qi cultivators. Deng Mao glanced at the carriage and asked softly, "Both you and I have sensed the strange phenomenon just now. Is it really alright?"
The corners of Luo Yang's mouth curled up, and he said something that Deng Mao could not understand. "It's fine. The worst outcome is nothing more than an old friend meeting. Besides, this person might not really get involved. I guess if Wang Xianzhi doesn't come, even I may not be able to make him come back to his senses. "
Deng Mao had always been a man who did not like to get to the bottom of things. Seeing that she did not care, he could not be bothered to worry unnecessarily. Moreover, Deng Mao did not treat the white-robed devil who ranked higher than him in the martial arts assessment as a woman. A devil who could kill Beimang twice and a woman who was almost on par with the top three in the martial arts assessment. Which man had the right to love and dote on her condescendingly? Deng Mao took another look at the carriage and then went out of the road without hesitation to intercept the 2,000 cavalrymen and not let them create trouble. Luo Yang waited for the two of them to leave. She had some unknown regrets in her heart. If she was at the peak of martial arts, so what if Gao Shulu was in the carriage with her? At that time, she had returned the cultivation that she had painstakingly accumulated for 800 years to that person. Although he had returned it to her after the battle with Wang Xianzhi, in the process, he had lost 20% of his cultivation. At this time, not to mention Wang Xianzhi and Tuoba Bodhisattva, who originally had a gap between them, she was afraid that even Đồng Thái, who had turned his cultivation into cultivation, might not have much chance of winning. Luo Yang was somewhat self-deprecating. After all, she was still a woman. In the world 800 years later, even if a woman could become an emperor, the pugilistic world still did not allow a woman to be the most powerful person in the world. 800 years ago and 800 years later, it was still the same in the pugilistic world.
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