Chapter 6 That Haoyang White Shirt

When Haoyang rose from the east and shined the first ray of sunshine, the carriage had already driven out of the War Flag Tribe. It only took half a day from the War Flag Tribe to the Song Dynasty border city. When they arrived at the Song Dynasty, the cavalry of the wilderness tribe would leave, and the Song army took over to protect the safety of the princess carriage and enter Lin'an, the capital of the Song Dynasty. < /P>

All kinds of merchants in the south who are close to the border city of the Song Dynasty go in and out of the blood-stained flat land. At this time, a team of cavalry from the border city of the Song Dynasty left the gate of the city of the Song Dynasty to the blood-stained hinterland. The passing merchants consciously gave way and let the cavalry pass quickly. When the cavalry went to the hinterland and saw the white-shirted teenager, he stopped. The leader jumped off the horse and said respectfully, "God's son"

The white-shirted teenager did not reply, but quietly looked at the distance and waited for something to come. The knight was not angry at the rudeness of the teenager. Just quietly waiting for the reply of the teenager who became the son of God by him.

"Anyone is allowed to enter here," the teenager said coldly.

"Yes," the knight replied, and then rode his horse and waved to the cavalry behind him. When the cavalry behind him saw the gesture, he quickly cleaned up the passers-by. The flat ground, which was just lively and crowded, quickly became deserted. The cavalry stayed quietly behind the teenager and was not anxious about waiting for anything.

Yuan Li, who came out of the carriage from the war flag tribe, quickly noticed the situation ahead, and the tribal cavalry also cautiously pulled out the long knife from his waist to deal with the emergency. When the carriage is not far from the teenager. Yuan Li saw the teenager in white and the cavalry behind the teenager. Yuan Li thought in surprise: Since it is the red lotus cavalry of the Qingtian God Sect. The young man's clothes are still the blue sky and bright shirts that only the core disciples of the divine religion can wear. Yuan Li immediately calmed down and was about to speak. Zhao Feng, who had been sitting next to him with his eyes closed, whispered, "They are waiting for me"

Yuan Li then glanced at Zhao Feng in surprise, thinking about who the young man in blue shirt who saved us was. Since the Qingtian God Religion will discharge the red lotus cavalry and the core disciples of not low status are waiting here. It didn't seem to be as simple as waiting. At this time, the princess also saw the situation outside from the carriage. She was worried and heard Zhao Feng's words as soon as she was ready to come out and was stunned.

It is difficult to express the relationship between the Song Dynasty and the Qingtianshen Sect clearly, because the Taizu of the Song Dynasty refused the Qingtianshen Sect to preach on the border of the Song Dynasty with a strong attitude. During the period of Emperor Guangli of the Song Dynasty, the Song Dynasty and the Qingtianshen Sect were more like water and fire. War will break out at any time. The Qingtian God religion used the rulers of faith, the southern countries, to form a confrontation with the Song Dynasty. And the relationship only improved during the period of Emperor Kangyu of the Song Dynasty. The relationship between the two sides is also very mysterious now

Zhao Feng got off the carriage and said to Yuan Li, "You go first"

"What about the prince?" Yuan Li asked.

Zhao Feng didn't answer, just looked at the white-shirted teenager. Yuan Li looked at it for a while and drove the carriage to the border city of the Song Dynasty. The Red Lotus Cavalry of the Qingtian God Sect did not stop him.

The two teenagers looked at each other like this. There is nothing to say, but the aura of heaven and earth is extremely crazy from the air in front of the two teenagers, just like a crazy beast to tear everything. Although the red lotus cavalry behind the white-shirted teenager has a congenital realm, they can't stand such a momentum at all, and slowly step back a few steps.

Suddenly, a white light flew to Zhao Feng. The white-shirted teenager first cut Zhao Feng with a cold sword. Seeing this, Zhao Feng stretched out his hand behind his back and took out a long wooden box to resist the blow. When the three-foot Qingfeng collided with the long wooden box, the white-shirted teenager stepped back a few steps. And Zhao Feng never moved.

Pang....

And the long wooden box in Zhao Feng's hand could not withstand the real gas and directly burst the wood chips all over the sky after a blow. After the long wooden box was broken, Zhao Feng pulled out something from the broken wooden box and took it in his hand. Then he jumped and stabbed directly at the white-shirted teenager. The white-shirted teenager who stabilized his body looked at Zhao Feng who jumped over. I saw more things in Zhao Feng's hand. The pupil shrank slightly and raised the sword to block.

Cum, the white-shirted teenager flying all over the sky was directly shocked out by Zhao Feng's blow, and then staggered into the ground after turning around and landing in the air. After stabilizing the body, a sweet mouthful of blood spewed out.

"The sword cast with ten thousand years of cold iron," the white-shirted teenager wiped the blood stains from his mouth with his hand and said.

"You shouldn't have come" Zhao Feng's voice came out of the sand and dust, and then walked to the white-shirted teenager.

"Since I'm here, I will kill you in half a step. You should be a person who can't survive." The white-shirted teenager made a gesture backwards..

Seeing the injured white-shirted teenager preparing to rush up, he saw the red lotus cavalry. When he saw the gesture, he immediately stopped and retreated step by step.

Zhao Feng did not answer, but walked to the white-shirted teenager with a sword cast by ten thousand years of cold iron. The white-shirted teenager supported his body and stabbed Zhao Feng with a sword. Zhao Feng easily dodged the white-shirted teenager's sword to the left side and took the opportunity to cut the white-shirted teenager with a sword. A wound straight from the left shoulder to the right waist instantly dyed the clothes of the white-shirted teenager

And the white-shirted teenager fell directly to the ground and didn't get up again. Just look at Zhao Feng coldly. And the red lotus cavalry in the distance drove directly to Zhao Feng. Zhao Feng looked at the sound of the red lotus cavalry rushing over and jumping into several sword shadows and weapons. Zhao Feng landed behind the Red Lotus Cavalry. And the red lotus cavalry on the horse's back looked at Zhao Feng and said. The day after tomorrow, all the horses fell down and there was no breath.

Zhao Feng turned around and walked to the white-shirted teenager and stared coldly at the white-shirted teenager lying on the ground..

Tear.... Zhao Feng tore off the corner of the white-shirted teenager and said, "Ye Wuzhi, you are so unbearable than your brother"

Ye Wuzhi, a young man in white, was full of anger after hearing this cold eyes. Zhao Feng didn't look at Ye Wuzhi's eyes and turned away from here.

When Zhao Feng left for a long time, the sound of horses' hoofs came from afar, and the people on the horses were wearing armor, and the armor was tattooed with thunder and lightning. If anyone saw it, he would be surprised. Since it is the nine-day thunderous cavalry of the Qingtianshen Sect. When the nine-day thunder cavalry saw Ye Wuzhi who fell to the ground again. He speeded up and came to Ye Wuzhi. The led cavalry quickly jumped off the horse. Hold Ye Wuzhi to check the injury. Although the wound on the chest is very long, it is not fatal and does not hurt the meridians.

The cavalry quickly picked up Ye Wuzhi and quickly left here.

When the cavalry left. A figure appeared in the north looking at the distant nine-day thunder cavalry and said coldly, "Ye Wuzhi, as the head of the next generation of the Qingtian God Sect, the white shirt and the wound on the chest are a disgrace of your life." After saying that, the figure disappeared on the northern horizon.

"Yuan Bo, who was that teenager just now?" The princess asked worriedly in the Weicheng Pavilion in the border city of the Song Dynasty.

Yuan Li looked at the princess. He knew that the princess was worried about the teenager, and he was not. After all, he was our savior." It should be Ye Wuzhi, the son of the Qingtian God Sect," Yuan Li replied heavily.

When the princess heard Yuan Li's answer, she was surprised and said, "Yuan Bo, will you misread how the Qingtian Shenzi appeared in the blood-stained flat ground"

"Princess, it can't be wrong. Each generation of the god son has his own exclusive artifact, and the teenager is holding the god son's exclusive artifact three feet of Qingfeng, which is the same as the one recorded in the history books," Yuan Li said.

"Three-foot Qingfeng" princess asked questions

"That's right, just like the demon's exclusive magic weapon Bloody Reaper." Yuan Li explained.

"What should we do? We will immediately save the prince and go to the general's mansion to find someone." The princess hurriedly turned around and stopped as soon as she took two steps. Yuan Li hurried to catch up and prepared to hold the princess and advised the princess not to act recklessly. As soon as she looked up, she looked at the direction of the door in surprise.

Zhao Feng successfully entered Weicheng, the border city of the Song Dynasty, found the government hall, showed Yuan Li's previous token and entered the hall. As soon as he entered the gate, he saw the princess. At this time, the princess looked at Zhao Feng who came in in surprise and was just about to speak.

"I'm tired. Do you have a free room to rest first?" Zhao Feng said first.

Yuan Li immediately recovered from the surprise and hurriedly said, "Yes, prince, please come with me." Then he took Zhao Feng away. When he left, he whispered in the princess's ear, "Princes, don't ask more." When the princess heard Yuan Li's words, she reacted and nodded gently.

Zhao Feng sat in the chair in the room, took out the rag of the white shirt from the green shirt, smiled and said to himself, "Qingtian God, this time I not only hit you in the face, but also kicked you a few times"