"Demon? Humph!"

Sele, an officer from the infantry battalion under the Nine Gate Admiral, looked at the slave with chains in front of him and snorted with contempt.

Of course he knew what these slaves were. The five slaves failed to save their master and even let their master corpses on the street. As long as they could get rid of their sins when they returned, they could even meet the demons, even the Jade Emperor. But who said that the people who died of Zhenghuang Banners were from Zhenghuang Banners? The nine-sect admiral Kaiyinbuke was from Zhenghuang Banners. After an order, they were subordinates and they ran away.

"Ma, have you found it?"

Thinking of this, he became angry from his heart and whipped the slave on the back and shouted.

"Master, servant..."

The slave screamed, and just said halfway through trembling, suddenly staring at the roadside.

"Master, it's that little ****!"

He screamed in shock without caring about the pain on his back.

In the drizzle ahead, a slender figure with his head down was hurriedly walking forward, holding a small package in his hand.

Sele smiled sinisterly.

Then he called a subordinate and said a few words. The latter turned around and grabbed a passerby. The waist sign of the infantry battalion lit up. He quickly took off his robe and put it on in the latter's horrified gaze. Then he threw the hat and waist knife to his companion and quickly stepped forward to follow the target. Sele and others pulled a distance to follow.

I soon followed Yang Feng to his hiding place.

Xiaorou, who lacked such experience, looked at both sides in one fell swoop, quickly got into the woods, and the soldiers hiding behind quickly turned around and made a gesture to Sele. The latter brought more than a dozen soldiers immediately forward and surrounded them in three groups.

"Master, please change into this dress first!"

Xiaorou took out an old long gown I had just bought from a pawnshop to serve Yang Feng and then took out a melon-skin hat with fake braids. Pawnshops basically play the role of black market these days. As long as they have money, they don’t dare to sell anything. Yang Feng took out a set of tea sets from that supermarket to ask her to mortgage it. Not only did they get these things, but they also had a few taels of silver change.

Yang Feng looked at himself sadly, and then pulled the fake braid, and his expression became even more melancholy.

"Master, this is the remaining silver."

Xiaorou handed him the silver.

"You take it!"

Yang Feng said.

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flashed in front of him, and shouts sounded. Sele immediately appeared in his sight with six Qing soldiers.

Yang Feng blew in the air without any hesitation. The window appeared instantly. Just as the first Qing soldier rushed to him, he had already added a fire extinguisher in his hand. He swung the knife that was blocking the chopping. Before the other party could react, he had already pulled out the lead seal to check the Qing soldier and the Sele who rushed to spit it out.

He has good luck, it's dry ice.

The ultra-low temperature foam instantly drowned two unlucky people, frozen, suffocated, disappeared from sight, and frightened. All kinds of complex feelings made them scream suddenly, and Sele, who was facing the nozzle, even began to feel dizzy.

"There is a magic trick!"

The Qing soldiers behind screamed and subconsciously retreated. It was obvious that they were still full of fear of supernatural powers.

At the same time, Yang Feng threw the fire extinguisher back to the window, took out another fire axe, dragged Xiaorou and ran away.

The other two groups of Qing soldiers surrounded them did not stop them a little later. Sele became a little more energetic after erasing the foam on his face. He looked at his subordinates who had not yet woken up from the horror and shouted: "Why don't you chase me quickly, run away the demon and be careful of the admiral chopping your head!"

The Qing soldiers plucked up their courage to chase after him.

Yang Feng dragged Xiaorou out of the woods. On the road in front of him, he was riding a horse like an officer. He swung the axe without hesitation to slap over. Unexpectedly, the latter reacted very quickly and then leaned backwards hard, but unfortunately he did not avoid the axe tip below and hooked on his official uniform.

"Come down, you!"

Yang Feng shouted and pulled him down and dragged him down.

Then he raised Xiaorou onto the horse, and as Sele and others chased him out, he rolled over the horse and used the fire axe to pull the horse's thighs. The tall horse stood up with a long neigh, probably wanting to resist, but then he was stabbed by the sharp axe tip and lost his heart to resist. He neighed and rushed straight along the muddy street.

Yang Feng knew very well that he would not be able to escape, and the gates of the inner city would be closed quickly. Then the inner city infantry battalion launched a large-scale search for the whole city. He had no place to hide, so he had to find another way.

He handed the fire axe to Xiaorou in his arms, stretched out his right hand to wipe the air, looking for something to save him in the elongated window, but unfortunately it was obviously a road with little traffic, with only a few shops and pedestrians on the roadside, and there were no things to be used.

"Master, there are military soldiers in front of you!"

Xiaorou suddenly exclaimed.

Yang Feng immediately raised his head. He was at a crossroads, and dozens of Qing soldiers appeared opposite him. They waved their waist knives one by one, scaring the unlucky passers-by so much that they hid on both sides.

He hurriedly turned right along the horse's head.

But after running less than twenty meters, he suddenly held the horse hard and looked at himself in front of him with a thoughtful expression.

Xiaorou looked at him blankly.

In the window in front of Yang Feng was a refueling machine. A driver was picking up the oil gun. The card had been inserted. A cigarette and a lighter could be seen in his chest and top pocket.

Yang Feng grabbed the oil gun and handed it to his left hand. He kept spraying gasoline into the ground, and at the same time, he used his right hand to take out the lighter and cigarette box from the driver's pocket. Less than half a minute later, the cavalry turned around from the street. Yang Feng immediately threw the oil gun back, then turned over the horse, lit a cigarette and threw it on the ground. The nearest cavalry had chased him, and the cigarette box fell under the horse's hooves. The flames instantly rose into the air, and the people and horses were swallowed up in an instant. Then they spread backwards at extremely fast speed. As well as those who could not carry the war horses, at least half of the cavalry fell into the sea of ​​fire.

"drive!"

Yang Feng shouted, and the horse under his seat immediately jumped out.

But then he suddenly took him, because at this moment, a large number of Qing soldiers appeared on the opposite side, and they were musketeers, forming groups of people blocking the streets and raising their guns and aiming them seriously.

"Master, please stop worrying about me!"

Xiaorou said tremblingly.

"Shut up."

Yang Feng said.

"The bold demon man, you can't surrender quickly!"

An officer rode out from behind the musket team, stood seriously and pointed at him and shouted loudly, but the atmosphere was somewhat strange amid the screams of the fired cavalry behind him.

Yang Feng looked around in sorrow.

He was already desperate, with dozens of muskets in front. Although this thing was not accurate, it could not stand the number. Behind him were a large number of cavalrymen across the sea of ​​fire, with buildings on both sides. The only weapon in the window in front of him was the water gun in the hand of a child, but surrender was at slaughter, but if he didn't surrender, he would be beaten into a sieve.

"Prepare!"

The officer opposite raised his hand.

The musketeers behind him were immediately ready to pull the trigger.

"Stop!"

At this moment, a long duck-torn voice suddenly shouted behind the musketeers. The officer who was familiar with this sound was so scared that he quickly dismounted and met. The musketeers quickly pointed to the side. A middle-aged man in eunuch's costume hurriedly came out from behind under the protection of four guards. The officer quickly beat Qian'er. The eunuch waved his hand and said a few words, then left him and walked to Yang Feng.

"Who is an immortal?"

He said with a smile on his face.

Yang Feng took out a cigarette, lighted it with a lighter, took a sip, sprayed a cigarette ring and said, "Aren't you talking nonsense?"

"What do you call an immortal?"

The eunuch said with his eyes lit up.

"Yang Feng."

Yang Feng said proudly as if he was a fairy.

"Yang Xianren, the emperor summoned him."

The eunuch said with a smile.

“Leading the way forward.”

Yang Feng hummed four words from his nose.

While he was speaking, he put the fire axe at the window casually. The eunuch who couldn't see the window suddenly widened his eyes. It was obvious that this magic of turning things out of thin air was more in line with the identity of an immortal.

In this way, the demon immediately turned into an immortal, and even Yang Feng was caught off guard with such a huge change in span.

Of course he wouldn't know that at this moment his Kangmazi kitchen knife was already placed in front of the authentic Kangmazi. The latter didn't care about the above four words. In fact, he didn't even think about the Kaiyinbu who brought him the kitchen knife. No one could associate the title Kangmazi with their master. They were concerned about the performance of the kitchen knife, because on the other side of the kitchen knife, there was a waist knife cut in half.

It is obvious that their waist knives have never cut off Mahsan stainless steel.

"Master, I think this is very strange. Look at this knife. Although it seems to be used by a butcher on a meat case, the steel mouth is as good as hundreds of steel making swords, and it is as good as silver without any rust. The handle of the knife is even more horned or wood. I have never seen it before, but it is somewhat similar to jade. It is definitely not possible to use it as a weapon. But if it is a butcher, he will not use it. I am afraid that only the immortals and treasures can match it."

Kaiyinbu said carefully.

Originally, he didn't need to ask about such a small matter, but the one who died was the only one of his good friends, so he went there to supervise it himself. Unexpectedly, his subordinates immediately presented him with such a treasure. Although it looked quite different, the material was definitely the only one he had seen in his life. At this time, the soldier who was asking for help ran back. When he heard that the target could be a magic trick, he immediately realized that the situation was special and rushed to find Kang Mazi. He was the admiral of the Nine Gate, so of course he didn't need to queue or something.

"Immortal? Monster? Humph!"

Kang Mazi snorted heavily.

Speaking of his situation, there is no other pursuit now. I just thought that I could live another five hundred years and see the prosperous era of our Qing Dynasty. However, this kind of thing cannot be done without an immortal. Although he is not very persistent in this regard, he cannot miss the opportunity to be presented to him.

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