Chapter 846 A Cloud-Piercing Arrow

"Commander Yan, I accept the concession."

On the eaves of the palace, Qin Hao proudly bowed his hands to Yan Xiaoyi, and then walked away.

Yan Xiaoyi wanted to stop him anxiously, but in the next second, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his hands could not stop shaking. The impact of Qin Hao's shattering of the bowstring had already injured him. At this moment, he was judged.

Everyone watching the battle showed horrified expressions when they saw this.

Before this battle, most people did not think Qin Hao could win this competition. Many people even thought that Qin Hao could not be seriously injured, which was considered a victory.

However, the result surprised everyone. The long-famous archery god Yan Xiaoyi was defeated by Qin Hao without even having a chance to shoot the third arrow despite taking advantage of the situation.

"It seems that the previous rumors are true. Commander Qin really has the ability to challenge higher levels."

"More than just a leapfrog challenge, Liu wouldn't be surprised if he becomes a grand master one day."

"It's terrible. If I remember correctly, Commander Qin is not yet eighteen yet, right? I'm afraid that given time, our Qing Kingdom will have another great master."

No one noticed that an old eunuch in the corner took a deep look at the direction Qin Hao left, and then quietly disappeared from the scene.

Qin Hao left the imperial city all the way, jumped on his mount, and galloped away.

Not long after, Qin Hao encountered a patrol team from the Military and Horse Division.

"Subordinates, please refer to the Commander-in-Chief."

"Stop talking nonsense and follow me!"

No one in this group of patrol members hesitated and ran all the way after Qin Hao's horse to the Bingmasi military camp. Even if they ran out of breath along the way, no one fell behind. They knew very well that they could now get the full quota. The salary of the army depends entirely on the commander. The big-headed soldiers have not read many books and cannot speak any great principles. But at least they must know how to repay kindness. On weekdays, little people like them have nothing to do to help the commander. But as long as the commander gives the order, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire ahead, they will rush through it without hesitation.

"Bingma Division Camp, stop anyone coming!"

Qin Hao shouted with a cold face: "Who is on duty today? Deputy Commander He Jian is here, let him come out to see me!"

The people guarding the gate of the military camp were all new faces, and it was impossible for Qin Hao's memory to make mistakes.

"Deputy Commander He is not here, please leave as soon as possible, otherwise don't blame the brothers for being rude!"

Although all the patrol members were sweating profusely and panting, they stood beside Qin Hao with their swords drawn.

"A bunch of sons of bitches, how dare you be rude to the Commander-in-Chief, have you forgotten who gave you the food and salary you eat?"

"You dare to draw your sword? Come here, someone broke into the camp!" The guard blew his whistle and immediately attracted a large number of soldiers.

However, before the guards could be proud, a large number of soldiers came and put knives on their necks.

"Brother, what are you doing? We are deputy commander-in-chief."

Before he could finish his words, he was kicked. A soldier with a beard grinned and cursed: "He Jian is a piece of shit. I only accept you as the commander. You dare to be rude to the commander. You will be chopped up alive." light."

"See Lord Commander."

Rows of soldiers knelt down and saluted Qin Hao.

Qin Hao flicked his horsewhip: "Tie these people up tightly and lock them in a small dark room. The rest of the people will be in small teams and search the whole city for the Northern Qi master Cheng Jushu. This man is an eighth-level master. He is tall and powerful. When he meets Then don’t fight, send the signal immediately.”

"Brothers, copy the guy!"

The Bingma Division camp seemed to have exploded. Thousands of soldiers, organized into teams of ten, began to search all over the capital. For a moment, the ruffians were so scared that they trembled, thinking that another public security rectification was about to take place.

Yangliu Street, close to the Liujing River, is most lively at night, but few people come during the day.

A carriage was slowly moving forward. Fan Xian was sitting on the carriage with Teng Zijing, thinking about marrying Lin Waner and taking her to Danzhou to settle down.

"When the time comes, how about you take your sister-in-law and your son with you and let's be neighbors?"

Teng Zijing smiled and said, "As long as you have fifty taels of silver and a lot of land, it doesn't matter where you go."

Fan Xian laughed and scolded: "I found out, why are you as obsessed with money as Wang Qinian now?"

"That was, before, I was alone and could do whatever I wanted, but it's different now. I have a wife and a son, and I have to live for them."

Facing Fan Xian's teasing, Teng Zijing said seriously: "If you encounter danger one day, I will definitely be the first to run away. I worked for the Qing Kingdom before, but now my life belongs to my family."

However, the next second, at the end of Yangliu Street, a huge figure blocked the way.

Teng Zijing noticed the unfathomable energy in the other party, and the smile on his face gradually solidified. His instinct told him that this dangerous big guy was coming for them.

"Brother, how about giving in?"

But with just such a voice, the giant man screamed strangely and rushed towards them.

Teng Zijing immediately turned the horse's head and wanted to drive away, but the next second, the wheels of the carriage were caught by two wooden stakes, and the carriage instantly rolled over under the huge inertia.

Fan Xian and Teng Zijing were both seventh-level warriors. Although they encountered changes, they reacted very quickly. When the carriage rolled over, they jumped onto the walls on both sides in advance.

When the dust cleared, Fan Xian and Teng Zijing looked at each other, both with pale faces.

At this moment, two killers in black clothes on the wall had blocked their way, and the giant man below had also caught up.

"We have to fight hard!"

The battle was about to start. The two assassins in black were only seventh-grade warriors. With the skilled cooperation of Teng Zijing and Fan Xian, they were quickly pierced by the flying knife. However, the giant not only had the strength of an eighth-grade warrior, but also had great strength and thick skin. Teng Zijing's flying knife pierced him just like tickling.

In close combat, the two were quickly crushed and beaten back.

Just when the two were almost desperate, suddenly a crossbow arrow pierced Cheng Jushu's back.

"Tall and powerful, this man is Cheng Jushu, send a signal quickly!"

A cloud-piercing arrow exploded in the sky above the capital.

Qin Hao's eyes condensed, and he flew off the horse and jumped onto the restaurant next to him. After a few turns and leaps, he disappeared amid the exclamations of passers-by.

"Roar, kill you!"

Originally, Cheng Jushu planned to complete the task first and kill Teng Zijing and Fan Xian, but the group of "little ants" behind him kept attacking him with crossbows. Although he had true qi to protect his body and was indeed thick-skinned, it did not mean that he was not afraid of pain.

Finally, Cheng Jushu could no longer suppress his anger and planned to abandon Teng Zijing and Fan Xian and crush the group of "little ants" to death first.

However, Fan Xian was smarter than a monkey and naturally saw Cheng Jushu's intention. He immediately shouted to the patrol team of the military department: "Go quickly, go and get reinforcements. I am Fan Xian, a friend of your commander Qin."

The patrol team knew that Cheng Jushu was an eighth-grade warrior and was not their opponent, so they only used crossbows to contain him from a distance at the beginning. Now they ran away immediately after hearing Fan Xian's shout.

Although Cheng Jushu had the strength of an eighth-rank warrior, he was not known for his agility. As the opponent ran away, and Fan Xian and Teng Zijing were holding him back, he could not catch up for a while, and he was so angry that he screamed.

"Be careful."

As soon as Teng Zijing's warning came out, Fan Xian found that Cheng Jushu suddenly turned around and slapped him.

With a loud "bang", Fan Xian felt that his two arms were hit by a train, and his whole body flew backwards uncontrollably. The huge impact force smashed a big hole in the wall behind him.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Fan Xian cursed inwardly that this silly big guy who looked silly could actually play tricks and kill him while he was holding him back. If Teng Zijing hadn't reminded him, he would have subconsciously taken protective actions, and he would have been in danger.

But even so, his two arms could no longer be lifted, and they must have been broken.

Seeing that his plan had worked, Cheng Jushu excitedly let out a beast-like roar, kicked down the broken wall with one foot, and strode towards Fan Xian.

Teng Zijing gritted his teeth and shot all the remaining flying knives at Cheng Jushu, trying to attract his attention to himself.

However, Cheng Jushu ignored him this time, came in front of Fan Xian, bent down and grabbed him.

Teng Zijing roared: "Let him go!"

Teng Zijing flew into the air, concentrating all his strength on this kick. He knew that with Cheng Jushu's terrifying defense, his ordinary attacks would not hurt him at all. Only by trying his best could he cause damage to Cheng Jushu, but in this way, it would be easy for the opponent to catch the flaw, but at this moment he could not care so much.

Cheng Jushu was about to grab Fan Xian's shoulder and crush all his bones, but the next second, his head was hit hard.

However, what Teng Zijing didn't expect was that Cheng Jushu's defense was so strong that he only shook his head after being kicked in the head, and he quickly woke up.

"You're looking for death!"

Cheng Jushu was furious and kicked Teng Zijing, who had just landed, away. The huge pain also made him crazy. He ignored Fan Xian and rushed towards Teng Zijing.

"No, bastard, you want to kill me!" Fan Xian could only watch Cheng Jushu approach Teng Zijing. His sandbag-sized fist might smash Teng Zijing's head in the next second.

Teng Zijing also closed his eyes in despair. At the moment of death, his wife's tearful eyes, his son's naughty smile, and Fan Xian flashed in his mind.

Cheng Jushu hit him with hatred, and swung his fist to hit Teng Zijing's head. The pleasure of killing made his eyes bloodshot. However, the next second, the originally fierce eyes instantly turned into doubt.

A hand suddenly appeared between his fist and Teng Zijing's head, and his heavy force seemed to disappear suddenly.

Cheng Jushu's simple brain structure made it difficult for him to handle such a strange thing for a while, and he was stunned on the spot.

Teng Zijing, who had closed his eyes and waited for death, did not wait for the heart-wrenching pain he imagined. After a little hesitation, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Commander Qin?"

Fan Xian's eyes were filled with tears. His throat had been torn because of the fierce roar just now. In addition to the internal injuries he had just suffered, he vomited several mouthfuls of blood in succession. However, at this moment, Fan Xian laughed out loud.

When he saw Qin Hao appear, he knew that he and Teng Zijing were saved.

"Hehe, Commander, we found this Cheng Jushu."

The Bingmasi team, who had just been hiding far away, immediately came over when they saw Qin Hao coming.

"Well done, we will reward you according to your merits after returning to the camp."

Qin Hao did not hesitate to praise him.

At this point, Cheng Jushu's train of thought finally came into focus, and he subconsciously grabbed the troublemaker who suddenly appeared.

However, the next second, Cheng Jushu found that his invincible strength seemed to have suddenly failed. The opponent just lightly grabbed his wrist, and he felt that he could not use any strength at all, and his true energy seemed to be sealed by something.

Then, Cheng Jushu felt that his feet were light, and the whole person was lifted up by the opponent, and then there was a sense of weightlessness like free fall.

"Bang bang"

The whole ground was shaking, and the flesh kept hitting the ground, making a dull sound, bricks and stones were broken, and smoke and dust were billowing.

Cheng Jushu was thrown to the ground and was stunned. He no longer had the fierce look just now. There was only confusion and confusion in his eyes. His brain could not analyze such a complicated situation under such a violent impact. Where did his strength go? Who was this guy who threw him like a toy?

"Bang."

In a pit that was nearly 30 centimeters deep, Cheng Jushu had completely lost his ability to resist. He had multiple fractures on his body, and his true energy was also shaken off by the repeated beatings. If he wanted to recover again, he would not have to wait for ten days or half a month.

However, with his thick skin and flesh, any other eighth-rank warrior would have died on the spot.

"Tie him up, take him back to the military headquarters, and lock him in a small dark room. Don't let anyone touch him."

"Yes, sir."

The soldiers of the military headquarters happily tied Cheng Jushu up like a dumpling and carried him away.

At this moment, Teng Zijing had also helped Fan Xian up. The two smiled at each other. It felt so good to have survived a disaster.

"Old Qin, how did you find this place?" Fan Xian was grateful, but couldn't help asking curiously.

Qin Hao didn't tell Fan Xian directly that the princess was the mastermind behind the scenes. He just said that there was a spy in the military headquarters. After torture, he learned that Cheng Jushu, an eighth-rank master of Northern Qi, had secretly entered the capital, so he sent people to search for him. It happened that a team found Cheng Jushu's trace, lit the signal fireworks, and rushed here following the trace of the fireworks.

"Thank you so much, Old Qin. If you need me in the future, just ask." Fan Xian wanted to clasp his hands, but he grimaced in pain when he raised his arm.

"Okay, you should go back and find a doctor to heal your wounds. Otherwise, it would be a waste to lose this half of your life again." Qin Hao teased.

Teng Zijing helped Fan Xian to leave, but Fan Xian suddenly stopped and turned to Qin Hao and said seriously: "Old Qin, there are not many people I can trust after entering Beijing. You are one of them. Can you help me find out who wants to kill me?"

"You should know that this kind of thing is not within the scope of the Bingmasi's responsibilities. Cheng Jushu will probably be handed over to the Inspection Institute in the end. You have the waist badge of the Inspection Institute, so it will be more convenient for you to check it yourself."