He Fengling and Wang Yaozhi encountered a group of men in black after leaving Yaocheng.
They were supposed to arrive in Yaocheng in half a month, but because the journey was too boring, they sped up and arrived in Yaocheng the day before yesterday.
They first went to the Fan family. After Wang Yaozhi examined Fan Wenqing, he said frankly, "Young Master Fan's health is recovering very well, but his body cannot withstand going to the border town. It would be best to rest for another half a month to a month before going."
As for the prescription, just take the one my junior sister prescribed. I don't have a better one. Take good care of yourself, and you'll be fine.
The Fan couple had long heard of Wang Yaozhi's reputation, and now that even he spoke of it, they were naturally relieved.
They had intended to have them stay a few more days, but since they had already arrived in Yaocheng, they didn't want to linger.
The Fan couple knew this, so they didn't stay any longer. They had only been out of Yaocheng for two days when they found someone lying in ambush in this remote place.
Seeing his friend like this, Wang Yaozhi, holding the chubby boy, said anxiously, "Qichen, calm down."
"Shiyi and the others have fired a signal flare, so Jianxing and the others should arrive soon. Why don't you wait a little longer and not act rashly?"
He was genuinely afraid that his friend might do something terrible; his current body couldn't withstand such a thing.
Looking at his expression and listening to the commotion outside, He Fengling's smile remained unchanged: "It's not up to us to call the shots now."
As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped a spot on the carriage, and the entire roof of the carriage opened up, clearly indicating that it had been specially modified.
Wang Yaozhi also saw several men in black flying towards them. He quickly protected the chubby boy and watched as He Fengling, who was sitting in a wheelchair, slapped the wheelchair and flew into the air.
All he could manage was, "Qichen, don't get hurt."
Quickly pull the chubby boy into your arms to protect him from injury.
The chubby boy, still half asleep, stared blankly at the perfectly good carriage. Not only was the roof gone, but his father had also gone to heaven.
Her little mouth twitched, and she was about to burst into tears and wail.
Upon seeing this, Wang Yaozhi quickly stuffed a piece of pastry into his hand and whispered, "Ancestor, you can't cry now."
Upon seeing the pastries, the chubby boy immediately stopped crying. Holding the pastries, he pointed his other chubby hand into the air and said, "Daddy."
"Yes, your father is doing something big."
As He Fengling leaped into the air, his palm strike clashed with that of the closest masked assassin. The sudden surge of internal energy sent the other assassin flying, causing him to fall to the ground. After staggering back several steps, he was finished off by Shi Qi, who had just killed one of the masked assassins.
The assassin who was exchanging blows with He Fengling was also outmatched and was sent flying, collapsing to the ground and vomiting blood.
Unexpectedly, a masked assassin who was already behind He Fengling seized the opportunity and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Startled, Wang Yaozhi yelled, "Watch out!"
Unexpectedly, even faster than his words came the hidden weapon in He Fengling's hand.
A gleaming willow-leaf dart pierced his neck, and blood traced a beautiful arc in the air.
The man in black was only shot through the neck; he did not die instantly.
At that moment, he instinctively covered his neck and gasped for breath.
Despite being a seasoned assassin accustomed to life and death, his eyes were now filled with terror. He clearly hadn't expected that someone with crippled legs could be so formidable.
With a thud, the body bounced as it fell to the ground.
After taking down the three assassins in one go, He Fengling gracefully returned to his wheelchair.
At that moment, the wooden planks around the carriage slowly unfolded like lotus flowers.
As He Fengling, sitting in his wheelchair in the carriage, looked up at the two men in black rushing towards them, he pointed his crossbow at them.
With a slight smile, two arrows whistled past.
The two assassins fell to the ground with arrows between their eyebrows, their eyes wide with disbelief. Wang Yaozhi, afraid of scaring the child, quickly covered the fat boy's eyes, which made the fat boy unhappy.
At this moment, the carriage bed was slowly lowered and leaned against the ground.
Wang Yaozhi stared at all this with his mouth agape, looking as if he had never seen anything like it before, thinking: This carriage is amazing!
On the contrary, the chubby boy seemed unfazed, eating pastries and showing no fear at all as he looked at the corpse on the ground.
"Yingfeng Sect." He Fengling sat casually in his wheelchair, smiling as he looked at the assassins who were on high alert but dared not easily approach him to kill him.
It wasn't a question, but an affirmation.
Even though they disguised themselves as people of the Crimson Swallow clan, and even used weapons commonly used by the Crimson Swallow royal family, he still knew that these people were the Yingfeng Sect that his uncle wanted to destroy.
What's laughable is that a small sect like Yingfeng Sect actually dared to pretend to be Chiyan assassins to provoke a war between the two countries?
Do you really think the He family's brains are made of straw?
Meanwhile, the Shadows, who had already dealt with the assassins in black, quickly arrived at their master's side and protected them in the center.
He Fengling, who was being protected in the center, casually looked around and said with a smile, "They don't intend to let us return to the border town smoothly."
His smile slowly widened: "Very good, this general likes people who come looking for death." Meanwhile, Kuangdao, the deputy sect leader of Yingfeng Sect who was directing from the shadows, felt a chill run up his spine when he saw that smile.
It is said that among the He family, the second son, He Fengmian, is the real King Yama, who drinks the blood of countless enemy soldiers with his long spear, making the world tremble with fear.
But they all forgot that He Fengling, the eldest son of the He family, could stir up the martial arts world in just one year, almost causing chaos.
How could someone like that be inferior to his younger brother?
Even though his legs were crippled, he was still an invincible warrior.
Mad Blade knew they had made a mistake, but they had nowhere to retreat.
They have offended the Moon Nether Sect and the He family, and have no other choice but to obey that person.
Therefore, at this moment, he had no choice but to take a desperate gamble and hope to eliminate all these people before the arrival of the even more difficult General He, and then frame Chi Yan for this matter to provoke a war between the two countries to fulfill that person's instructions.
With a single gesture, the assassins who had been lurking in the shadows charged at He Fengling and his group once again.
They had just exhausted so much internal energy. No matter how powerful the people around him were, he absolutely did not believe that they could escape unscathed.
When Wang Yaozhi discovered that after Shi Yi and his team had dealt with so many assassins, there were still more than twice as many assassins left, and even without counting, he knew there were at least thirty or forty assassins.
She whispered, almost crying, "My goodness, how can there still be so many? Do they really want us dead?"
He Fengling watched as Shi Yi and the others rushed forward, the two sides already locked in battle, his smile undiminished: "What are you afraid of? You want me dead? It won't be that easy."
At the same time, the wheelchair spun around, and a throwing knife flew out from it, shooting out from Wang Yaozhi's side, startling him so much that his whole body stiffened.
He Fengling didn't look at him, but instead looked at the middle-aged man who appeared behind him...
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