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Ling Fu yelled in panic, and lashed at Li Xiaoling with his snake-bone whip. He quickly withdrew from the battle group and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Come over here! Bastards, how did you get so close?"

Ling Fu was confused. The armored infantrymen in the dense forests on both sides were extremely heavy with their full sets of armor and weapons. The dense forests were full of dead branches and leaves. It was impossible for ordinary people to walk without making any noise, let alone these soldiers wearing heavy armor?

But he couldn't hear any sound and didn't notice any movement!

Li Xiaoling grinned at Ling Fu coldly: "You are a frog in the well. You, the Ling family, can only bully others in this state! Have you heard of the secret art of 'Weiwei'?"

Ling Fu's body shuddered. Secret technique?

Yes, it must be a secret technique. Apart from the secret technique, what other method can allow four hundred armored soldiers to approach the battlefield without making any sound!

The iron armor clanged, and the Ling family warriors hurriedly moved closer to Ling Fu. Of the 400 iron armored warriors who were originally in a strict formation, only a little over 200 could stand up and move on their own, and the remaining 60 to 70 people completely relied on their companions to support them to walk.

More than a hundred corpses of Ling's soldiers were left on the ground.

Correspondingly, of the elite state soldiers brought by Li Xiaoling, only about thirty people were left intact, including five armored cavalrymen who were staggering on their war horses.

However, the entry of four hundred armored infantrymen gave Li Xiaoling an overwhelming advantage in both military strength and combat power!

"Twenty Raging Flames, haha, if you really figured it out, I will be defeated. [△网.]" Li Xiaoling grinned at Ling Fu, who looked miserable: "Unfortunately, Raging Flames is not the way you use it! Hey, using fourteen Raging Flames to kill a young boy?"

Chu Tian laughed "Haha" at the side, greeted the old yellow wolf calmly, and retreated in small steps.

A deep cough came from behind Chu Tian. An armored man who was about the same height as Li Xiaoling but a little more muscular than Li Xiaoling, brought a dozen of his bodyguards and blocked the Huyakou official road tightly, blocking Chu Tian's way to retreat to the Baimangjiangkou fish market dock.

With the help of the rocket's dim light, Chu Tian saw the face of the armored man clearly. He sighed helplessly: "Captain Zhao, yes, you have always been close to Sima Taishou."

The armored man grinned at Chu Tian and said, "Boss Chu, in the past few years, you have been very good at currying favor with me during the holidays. My whole family is very satisfied with the big fresh fish that are delivered to our door. But, you have gone too far this time. Go to hell!"

Licking the corner of his mouth, Captain Zhao, one of the four major captains of the Qizhou City Army, said proudly: "I am not close to the governor. I was born as a general in the governor's family. Before the governor came to Qizhou to take office, I came to scout for him!"

The old yellow wolf growled in a low voice, ran quickly to Chu Tian, ​​and bared its teeth to attack Captain Zhao fiercely.

A long string of saliva hung from the corner of the old yellow wolf's mouth. The yellow hair all over the old yellow wolf stood up, making its body look even bigger.

Chu Tian narrowed his eyes and bowed to Captain Zhao, saying, "Forget it. A man of the world should die in the world of martial arts. I deserve to die for stirring up this mess. Captain Zhao, please help me a little and let me watch Ling Fu die before I take action."

Captain Zhao looked at Chu Tian and nodded carelessly: "Forget it, if you don't move, I won't do anything. Wait until Old Li beats up that fat guy, then we can get closer! Hey, hey, hey, hey!"

Captain Zhao laughed unpleasantly, his laughter like a night owl's could be heard far away in the dense forest.

Ling Fu's fat body was shaking as he looked at the bloody armored soldier beside him. He gritted his teeth and pointed at Li Xiaoling and said fiercely: "Li Xiaoling, don't be complacent. In this city of Qizhou, the words of Sima Taishou don't count. Who wins or loses tonight, what you and I say has no say!"

Li Xiaoling frowned, and Captain Zhao's face also turned a little ugly. They gestured to each other from dozens of feet away. The dozen or so guards around Captain Zhao hurriedly rushed into the dense forests on both sides, and the footsteps were heard gradually fading away.

"Who can come to save you? The Ling family? Or the Chu family?" Li Xiaoling, with deep fear, finally said the two words he was most reluctant to mention.

Outside the city of Qizhou, about twenty miles northwest, close to several mountains, a large manor was developed.

The manor, which stretched for five or six miles, was surrounded by a high wall. The scale of this wall was much larger than that of the Jishan Academy, but not much worse than the wall of Jizhou City. The wall was densely covered with sentry towers and blockhouses, with a secret sentry post every three or five steps, and a dazzling glass lamp was hung every ten or so steps, illuminating the entire wall.

At the innermost part of the manor, surrounded by a stream, rockery and flower forest, in a house made entirely of the jade-white iron jade bamboo, a specialty of the Shiwan Manghuang Mountains, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with a handsome face and an air of wealth and elegance emanating from every pore of his body was lazily lying on a bamboo chair.

It was late at night, but the young man was still surrounded by seven or eight gaunt and shrewd-looking stewards, and around him stood more than twenty maids dressed in white with bright eyes and white teeth. In the shadows outside the temple, there were more than three hundred extremely strong guards vigilantly guarding him.

With a clang, the boy spat out a fruit core from his mouth.

A maid skillfully and accurately caught the fruit core in a spittoon made of pure gold, and passed the spittoon away silently.

The young man lazily reached out his hand and touched the maid's cheek, then said slowly, "What's going on over there?"

A middle-aged butler stepped forward with a smile and said, "Not only Li Xiaoling, but even Zhao Heihu has been dispatched. The Ling family has only dispatched Ling Fu and four hundred armored soldiers. I'm afraid they will be in big trouble tonight!"

"Shh, isn't that great?" The young man clapped his hands suddenly, and sat up straight with a smile on his face. A strange light flashed in his rosy eyes. The young man said with a smile: "Before dusk, Ling Yue did send someone to say hello. He wanted us to take care of him?"

Several housekeepers in green shirts nodded in unison.

"Oh, you found a good brother-in-law, so you don't take my family seriously anymore." The young man narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "In the past few years, he Ling Yue has always been swindling people outside under the guise of my cousin, the Chu family's young master. Oh, my mother died of dystocia when she gave birth to me, and the woman in his Ling family is just a concubine."

"My concubine!" The young man stood up, raised his hands high and shouted, "Plaything, how dare that bitch's nephew say outside that he is my cousin? He still wants to be my cousin? Is he worthy?"

"Ignore him. Don't send any servants or guards. Let Ling Fu and his 400 armored soldiers die there!" The young man put down his hands and smiled gently.

"Then, what about Ling Yue's further questions?" the butler asked with a smile.

"Well, let's say we sent reinforcements." The young man said lazily, "But it was a dark and windy day, and the mountain roads were difficult to travel. Our servants neglected their training and got lost in the mountains. That's right, they got lost, that's it!"

The young man smiled brightly: "I am Chu Jie, but can the Ling family easily use me?" Mobile phone users please visit m.read for a better reading experience.