Late that night, Yang Qing'er came back.
"Sister...Sister asked me to go back. What do you want in exchange for giving me the real antidote?"
Yang Qing'er gently bit her cherry-red lips, her beautiful eyes fixed on Xia He in front of her. Her eyes were slightly red and tears were flashing in her eyes. She looked so charming that anyone who saw her would not be able to help but feel pity for her.
However, Xia He looked calm and composed, not showing any sign of anxiety at all.
Yang Qing'er had disappeared for many days, but he seemed to have expected her to return and was calm and composed.
At this time, Xia He did not mention the antidote, but suddenly changed the subject and said to Yang Qing'er: "I have always been interested in the martial arts of the barbarian. When you go back, just tell the Sixth Prince that if there is a chance, I will visit him in person."
Yang Qing'er was horrified after hearing this.
Does Xia He mean that he wants to attack the Wang Ting camp?
Even in the entire Qin Dynasty, how many people could conquer the Wolf's Lair?
Xia He then instructed in an orderly manner: "It is not difficult to get the antidote, but after you go back, you must submit intelligence about the barbarians to me on time every month, and tell me in detail their movements and everything that has happened."
"Only after seeing this information will I send the antidote to you. As a spy from the Misty Rain Tower, it should be easy for you to find a carrier pigeon to deliver messages."
Yang Qing'er took a deep breath and thought to herself:
In fact, I had already expected that Xia He would put forward corresponding conditions.
However, in order to remove the poison from her body, she really had no choice but to endure it.
Despite this, Yang Qing'er still refused to give up.
He said earnestly, "Brother Xia, the Qin Dynasty is now in danger and on the verge of collapse! The people are living in misery and suffering, and who among the officials in the court really treats them as human beings? Even if you stay here, I'm afraid you will only be ruthlessly suppressed and excluded by the powerful!"
At this point, Yang Qing'er paused, then looked at Xia He with sharp eyes and continued to persuade:
"His Highness the Sixth Prince is very different. As long as you are willing to surrender to him, I guarantee that he will not treat you unfairly."
Such wonderful conditions made Xia He sneer.
I didn’t expect Yang Qing’er to be so loyal to the Sixth Prince. The fact that he was able to set up an intelligence agency should not be underestimated.
He didn't say anything more, but just stared at Yang Qing'er quietly waiting for her reply.
As time passed, the air around seemed to freeze.
Finally, after a short but long silence, Yang Qing'er's face gradually became dull. She slowly lowered her head and murmured in a low voice: "Forget it... Since things have come to this, I have no choice but to agree."
Before she finished her words, two lines of tears had already flowed down her fair cheeks.
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"Having Yang Qing'er is like having a pair of eyes on the barbarians."
Xia He seemed to be thinking about something.
As the march was imminent, Fan and Zhen began to suppress him again. He had to be on guard against these two bastards, so Xia He had to find some other way to break through.
…
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
On the training ground, the sun shone brightly, as if it was going to scorch the entire place.
Shan Xiong's eyes widened, his face full of astonishment and disbelief. He stared blankly at the footprints left by his few steps back, his heart filled with turmoil.
How could it be possible? He was a bone-refining warrior, but he was forced to retreat again and again?
Hard, really hard!
Xia He loosened his clenched fists slightly and stared calmly at the seemingly arrogant young man in front of him.
After the brief and intense fight just now, Xia He had already made up his mind: this young man was definitely a bone-refining warrior!
"Do you accept it or not?"
But he's tougher!
Shan Xiong originally thought that it would be easy to subdue such a country boy. He just needed to beat him into submission!
But who would have thought that after just a few moves, the situation was completely beyond Shan Xiong's expectations.
Not only did he not win as easily as he had expected, but he was actually at a disadvantage! This was simply unbelievable!
At this moment, Shan Xiong felt that he had lost all face. A feeling of shame and anger surged in his heart, causing his originally fair face to instantly turn red as blood.
"I don't accept it, come again!"
With a roar, Shan Xiong pounced on Xia He again like a mad beast, vowing to regain his lost dignity.
At this moment, the fist that was originally far away rushed towards him like lightning, its speed was jaw-dropping! In the blink of an eye, it had rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes.
The one who threw the punch was Shan Xiong. His figure was as erratic as a ghost, and his fist was covered with a faint silver luster, which was as twinkling as stars, dazzling and eye-catching.
In order to get back his face, he is ready to take real action!
“This kid…”
Xia He instantly recognized that this was an extremely superior martial arts move.
Not only that, Shan Xiong's breathing method was also unusual, and his breathing rhythm was so strange and peculiar that with just one glance, Xia He could conclude that this must be some rare and superior breathing method!
However, facing the aggressive Shan Xiong, Xia He raised his fist fearlessly and fought back.
In an instant, the blood in his body began to boil like a volcanic eruption, billowing heat waves surged out of his body, and even wisps of white mist emerged.
Under the exposed skin, the blood vessels and tendons that were originally hidden began to expand violently!
Like thick green pythons, they coiled and twisted among the muscles;
And those tendons were like extremely tough steel cables, tightly stretched and exuding a terrifying aura of power.
The Spirit Snake Fist, which has reached the great perfection stage, was whistling with terrifying force, like a nimble and ferocious giant python pouncing forward.
The blood of tigers and wolves superimposed by the Blood Evil Skill and the strength of five bulls! This powerful force gathered in one punch was simply overwhelming and indestructible!
All I heard was a loud "bang".
Shan Xiong was knocked away again!
Shan Xiong was completely stunned!
Lost again! ?
The power from Xia He's punch made his arm hurt and tremble continuously!
He seemed to realize something and exclaimed in disbelief,
"You've refined your bones!"
Xia He did not respond. He suddenly rushed out from top to bottom, and his palm slammed down like an eagle, hitting Shan Xiong's shoulder and pressing him down hard.
"Do you accept it or not?"
Shan Xiong grimaced, unable to bear it. He wanted to stubbornly protest, but the force was getting stronger and stronger, and if it went any further he would have to kneel down!
"I don't……"
At this time, a familiar voice sounded.
"Xiong'er, you're making trouble again!"
A figure dressed in green appeared, with anger in his voice!
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