"Call me, keep calling!"

...

Amid the noisy shouts, Yang Xin opened his eyes in confusion...

A sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly came.

Immediately followed by a loud thrust, blood splattered in front of him. Before he could wake up, a heavy blow came from his waist, and his body turned to the side. A dirty broken bowl immediately appeared in his sight. On the other side of the broken bowl was a pair of embroidered cloth shoes with cloud patterns. His eyes quickly fell on a young face along a silk blue shirt...

The latter opened the folding fan handsomely.

"You dare to run away if you kill this dog slave? You must know that even if you run to Java, you will be my Fu family's slave!"

He shouted arrogantly.

The next moment, the sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded again.

Yang Xin's left hand instinctively poked out, instantly grabbed the whip tip in his hand, and then pulled it down. Just as the owner of the whip was pulled forward by him, he suddenly stood up and popped his right foot and kicked it in front of his chest.

The man immediately took off his hand and screamed and flew backwards.

Yang Xin grabbed the handle of the whip he brought with him with his right hand, and swung his arms to pull them out to the side without hesitation.

The whip tip had a louder thrust across the young man's handsome face from the upper right to the lower left, and scattered blood from the skin and flesh. The young man fell back with a heart-wrenching scream. A strong man on his right back suddenly changed his face. He held him and pushed him to the boy behind the left, pulled out his sword from his waist and took a step forward, and slashed directly at Yang Xin's right arm.

Yang Xin took a step back and avoided.

"Kill him, kill this dog slave!"

The young man was in the boy's arms, crying and screaming like a rain.

The man with empty hands on the other side of Yang Xin turned around and grabbed the onlooker's shoulder pole, sucking from behind Yang Xin's waist. At the same time, the strong man holding a knife in front of him slashed the Yanling knife horizontally, cutting his body with one knife and one shoulder pole. Yang Xin, who was still confused, then leaned back and avoided the Yanling knife, exerted force with both feet, and completed a perfect backflip as the shoulder pole passed behind him.

The cheers suddenly rang.

Yang Xin, who landed on the ground, kicked the one holding the shoulder pole away.

Then he carried the shoulder pole that was falling to the ground in his right hand. He held the ancient but obviously often used wooden shoulder pole with one hand, and looked around him.

A circle of ancient costumes.

The same old shops are on both sides.

The stone slab street in front leads to the ancient city gate...

This is not a set.

By the way, there is no crew that can make everything so real, so real that the air is filled with livestock manure smell, and no makeup artist on the crew can draw everyone's faces with vicissitudes. Those shabby people with long-term malnutrition and skinny bony shapes are not fake...

Of course, this doesn't matter.

What’s important is that this body is not his at all!

This body, which was covered in a broken sack, was not his, it was a beggar, and there was a large piece of rotten and maggot-like wound on his body. The broken bowl next to him should be his only equipment. But strangely, except for the spike on his face, he did not feel any other pain on his body. Instead, he had significantly improved his perception ability and reaction speed around. However, his strength was indeed not as good as before. It was obvious that this seriously malnourished body still dragged down his original strength.

"So who can explain what's going on?"

He said sincerely, weighing the shoulder pole.

"Kill him, kill this dog slave!"

The young man was still screaming.

The whip he was on his face was disfigured. A bloody whip mark made his nose rot. The boy next to him paniced and covered him with his clothes to stop the bleeding. However, Yang Xin did not think he had done too much, because there was an almost identical wound on his face. Fortunately, the guy who should be a slave was less powerful, so he just bleeded on his face, but his nose was not hurt.

This is considered equal.

No one answered his question.

The man holding the goose-ling knife opposite looked at him vigilantly, and moved his footsteps to block the young man behind him.

"Does go, do them!"

A shout suddenly sounded behind the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, the idle people on the watch separated, one of them wore a Fan Yang hat, a red burqa with a knife on his body, and the man who looked like an officer walked in with his two subordinates behind him. It was obvious that many of the onlookers knew him, and they shouted He Baihu to say hello to him.

Yang Xin looked at him vigilantly.

He Baihu walked to the young man, and when he saw his clothes, he immediately turned around and looked at the man holding the knife with inquiring eyes.

The latter whispered to him.

Yang Xin was extremely sensitive in his hearing, and he immediately heard the word "Escape Slave", and they were the Dongchang Fu family, the deputy envoy of the Censor. Then He Baihu smiled and nodded while listening, and then nodded firmly. He looked at Yang Xin, then waved to his two subordinates...

"Take it!"

He said it straightforwardly.

Yang Xin stood there without moving, holding the shoulder pole in both hands, like holding a gun, fronting and backing his left hand, pointed upwards diagonally, and watched the two soldiers walking towards him quietly.

One of them took off the chain from his waist.

"The dog slave is quite brave!"

He spoke casually and walked towards Yang Xin.

Just as he entered the attack distance, Yang Xin's shoulder pole stabbed out like lightning, like a rifle equipped with a bayonet, accurately pointing it in the middle of his chest. The heavy blow caused the heart to stop. The soldier who was inadequate in brain blood supply fell to the sky with solidified astonishment...

There was silence around.

"Murder!"

A scream suddenly rang out.

The idle people around him instantly dispersed.

He Baihu looked at the fallen soldiers in amazement, then looked up at Yang Xin. It was obvious that this scene was beyond his expectations, and Yang Xin still looked at him calmly, maintaining the posture of holding a gun, turning the shoulder pole to the remaining soldier. The latter had already pulled out the Yanling sword, but was obviously afraid to step forward. The difference in the length of the weapons between the two sides made a one-on-one fight almost a defeat. At the same time, the two slaves who were originally kicked down by Yang Xin also surrounded him again. One also snatched a shoulder pole, while the other picked up the chain left by the soldier on the ground.

The triangular formation of three people trapped him.

He Baihu immediately regained his momentum and bravely pulled out the Yanling Sword, but he was still slightly behind the man beside him. The latter was obviously an old man, holding the knife in his right hand and pointed diagonally downward, frowned and moved forward.

"This dog slave is arrested and killed without any quarrel!"

He Baihu shouted like a tiger's power.

The soldier and the two slaves walked forward carefully at the same time.

"kill!"

Yang Xin suddenly roared.

Then the shoulder pole in his hand was stabbed straight, and the soldier who was startled by the frightened man quickly swung his knife to block it, but the force of the stabbing was too strong. After the shoulder pole was slightly tilted, it accurately pointed to the outside of his neck.

The unconscious soldier fell down immediately.

As for whether you can wake up again, it will be completely free.

Almost at the same time, the shoulder pole in the right rear slave fell down. Yang Xin avoided the shoulder pole in his hand, pushing it horizontally at the end of the shoulder pole in his hand, accurately carrying it on the jaw of the slave, and overturning him in the latter's scream. He Baihu retreated without hesitation, and the slave who left with the chain retreated in fear. Old Jianghu took a step forward and lifted the goose feather knife in his hand. Yang Xin blocked the shoulder pole in his hand diagonally down and stabbed his abdomen. The latter sideways avoids the forward further and slides forward...

Yang Xin raised his foot and kicked him in the calf!

The old Jianghu suddenly knelt on one knee, and then the shoulder pole that Yang Xinheng drew fell on his neck, and the latter immediately fainted to the ground.

He Baihu turned around and ran away.

The slave was walking around with iron chains.

Yang Xin picked up the Yanling Knife from the old Jianghu, walked straight to the young man, waved the knife to signal the young man to get out of the way, but the latter did not retreat, but instead stepped forward bravely and was kicked away, while Yang Xin looked down at the young man...

"What are you going to do?"

The latter said tremblingly.

Because the clothes that covered his wound fell, blood flowed out again, looking very miserable.

"What are you doing? Fuck you mother!"

Yang Xin said hatefully.

After saying that, he stepped on someone's face and tossed twice in the latter's scream. Poor that originally handsome face, he couldn't see it now, and even whether his nose could return to its original state was very hungry. The young man let out a dull scream at his feet, and opened his arms and grabbed the cracks on the stone slabs on both sides in pain, like a weak girl who was being ravaged. Then Yang Xinxin walked over with satisfaction and ran towards the city gate ahead...

He didn't know that on the Drum Tower not far behind him, there was a group of people silently admiring the whole process.

"The army of the Three Guards!"

A burly green robe official said with a smile.

Another blue-robed official beside him glared at the red-robed official behind him with expressionless expression, and the latter turned around with an awkward look and searched in the pile of red-robed green robes behind him. Soon the eyes fell on the face of the blue-robed one at the end...

"You can't go quickly, a bunch of waste!"

He shouted angrily.

The green robe quickly led a team of soldiers to run down the drum tower.

"Beat the drum, close the door!"

The second green robe official said.

"After grabbing it, I brought it here, a shoulder pole makes it quite well-organized."

The first green robe official said without looking back.

"He's murdered!"

The second green robe official said.

"There is no dead person, he is just a decisive person, he is just knocked out. He is a fugitive slave? This is really not like a fugitive slave. Shandong has had a three-year drought and countless hungry people. Is it because of the military households who are desperate and conceal their identity and sell themselves as slaves to survive!"

The first green robe official said with great interest.

"He was injured by the Dongchang Fu family!"

The second green robe official said.

"Fu Bojun has passed away for more than ten years. Now there is a higher official position in the Fu family in Dongchang? Liaodong is in danger. The court is working on people. I think it would be better to put a fugitive slave who hurt his master and exil to Liaodong to serve on the battlefield, so it would not make it difficult for Tianjin soldiers to prepare for the road? I have to clean up Yang Hao's mess. If I don't want to throw my head in Liaodong, even if I find Mr. Wang, he will not meet my small request, right?"
Chapter completed!