Chapter 339 Fake Soldiers

Chen Hanxing looked at the men in front of him, with no intention of retreating. He whispered to Wen Zhenyi beside him, "Yiyi, you run first and go out to find the yamen runners and soldiers."

Wen Zhenyi turned around and looked at the young man next to him. He obviously didn't know martial arts, but he was standing in front of him with a smile on his face.

Cheng Lesheng and his companions subconsciously walked to the front and blocked Wen Zhenyi behind them. No matter what their purpose was, they did not want Wen Zhenyi to be hurt.

Wen Zhenyi looked at them and smiled in his heart. These friends seemed to be pretty good.

The man opposite looked at them and refused to accept their toast, so he threw the girl on his shoulder to the ground and rushed towards them with a dagger in his hand.

"Wen Zhenyi, run." Someone shouted and rushed towards the man who was rushing towards them.

Wen Zhenyi stretched out his hand to pull him back, and faced the man who was rushing towards him.

This made Shen Hanxing and the others dumbfounded: “One by one.”

"Miss Wen."

Wen Zhen did not hold back. He raised his hand to grab the man's wrist that was holding the dagger, and twisted it back so hard that you could hear the sound of the bone dislocating.

“Crack.”

"Bang."

The sounds of bones dislocating and daggers falling were heard simultaneously.

"ah!"

The man opened his mouth and screamed in pain.

Wen Zhenyi pulled his arm forward, raised his knee and kicked the man directly in the abdomen.

The man arched his body in pain.

She kicked the man in the jaw again, knocking him unconscious.

The remaining two men were furious when they saw their companion faint: "You little bitch, you're looking for death." Then they rushed towards her together.

Shen Hanxing and the others were a little anxious: “Be careful.”

Wen Zhenyi easily dodged a man's attack and kicked him in the lower body, causing him to kneel on the ground in pain.

She raised her foot and kicked the man kneeling on the ground in the neck.

The man's head hit the wall due to inertia and he fainted.

The remaining person was not in a much better situation and was easily dealt with by Wen Zhenyi.

Cheng Lesheng looked at Wen Zhenyi who was so tough, swallowed unconsciously, and pulled Shen Hanxing's sleeve: "Hanxing, your life will not be easy in the future!"

Chen Hanxing rolled his eyes at him and quickly walked up to Wen Zhenyi: "Are you hurt?"

"No." Wen Zhenyi looked at the three people who fainted on the ground: "It seems that I was a little too heavy-handed."

The corners of Meng Yongyuan's mouth twitched slightly: Are you being too harsh?

Shen Hanxing calmed down: "Yongchun, go find someone, we will help tie him up first."

Meng Yongchun came back to his senses then: "Oh oh!" Then he ran out of the alley.

Lei Jiayang and his men found ropes from the debris in the alley and tied up the three people who had fainted on the ground.

Meng Yongchun came over with a few soldiers and pointed at the three people on the ground and the unconscious woman: "It's still them."

When Wen Zhenyi looked at the three armored men he brought with him, he always felt that they were a little strange.

Chen Hanxing also noticed something was wrong and silently pulled Wen Zhenyi to keep a distance from them.

The other people didn't notice anything unusual and were still talking to the three people.

The three soldiers looked at the three people on the ground with a hint of disgust in their eyes. Looking at the few people who were still talking nonstop, they had a hint of murderous intent in their eyes.

Shen Hanxing approached Wen Zhenyi and whispered, “Yi Yi, their clothes.”

Wen Zhenyi looked carefully at the armor on them and found that it did not fit well and was a bit messy. It was obvious that it was not their own.

At this moment, a soldier suddenly drew out a knife and slashed at Cheng Lesheng who was closest to him.

Cheng Lesheng was stunned by this sudden change.

"Cheng Lesheng."

Wen Zhenyi had been observing the actions of the three soldiers. As soon as he saw them taking action, he threw the dust he had just picked up at them.

The soldier didn't expect to be suddenly pelted with dust, and he couldn't see the situation in front of him clearly. He could only retract his knife and chop randomly.

When Wen Zhenyi pulled Cheng Lesheng, it was still a little too late, and his arm was cut by the knife: "Don't stand there in a daze."

Song Yi started to curse: "What the hell is going on?"

Wen Zhenyi looked at the few people who were still confused and said: "Don't stand there in a daze, these people are with Paihuazi."

"What?" No one could believe it.

"Now is not the time to talk about this." Wen Zhenyi dodged the knives of the three men.

Although the three people's vision was temporarily blocked, they now looked at Wen Zhenyi after recovering and said, "We underestimated you, little girl."

"You underestimate me enough." Wen Zhen curled his lips and smiled.

"You're looking for death again." The three men took their knives and slashed at her.

Wen Zhenyi dodged while looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

She had no weapons in her hands now, and her arms were not as long as theirs.

Shen Hanxing was looking for something in the alley.

Cheng Lesheng covered his wound, sweating profusely from the pain. "What are you looking for?"

"Something useful." He looked at the wound on his arm that was still bleeding, tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, and threw it to Meng Yongchun: "Bandage him."

Meng Yongchun was a little dumbfounded. He looked at the strip of cloth in his hand and stammered, "I, I don't know how!"

Meng Yongyuan took the cloth from his hand and said, "I'll do it."

Shen Hanxing took a look at Wen Zhenyi's current situation, turned around and found a bamboo pole in the alley, picked up the bamboo pole and threw it in the direction of Wen Zhenyi: "Yi Yi, catch it."

Wen Zhenyi heard the sound and dodged the attacks of the three people. Seeing the bamboo pole thrown to him, he reached out and easily took it with a smile on his face: "Thank you."

The bamboo pole danced beautifully in her hand, and she raised her hand to point at the three people in front of her: "It's my turn now."

"You're looking for death, you little bitch."

The bamboo pole in Wen Zhenyi's hand seemed to be alive and was extremely flexible in her hand.

They were able to restrain her just now, but now they are completely suppressed.

Wen Zhen jumped up and turned over and hit them on the neck with a bamboo pole. One man was knocked against the wall and lost his ability to fight.

The other two panicked instantly: "Damn it, how could we meet such a difficult person?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?"

"What now?"

"What else can we do? If we don't kill them, none of us will be able to leave here."

While the two were talking, the long stick in her hand had already stabbed a man's neck directly. She controlled the force and only made him fall into coma.

The last man was easier to deal with.

Lei Jiayang and the others looked at the people on the ground, and suddenly felt that it was still not too late for them to practice martial arts.

Wen Zhenyi looked at the people on the ground, then at the people behind him who were stunned: "Don't just stand there, they should wake up soon."

The few of them then hurriedly untied their belts and tied up the three men in armor.