Chapter 125

"Get out of the way! What are you doing?"

The sergeant walking in the front directly pushed Zhao Wuming away. His action was a little rude. Zhao Wuming was just a teenager and almost turned a somersault.

Those sergeants didn't pay attention to these, with a bad spirit on their face, and the long gun in their hands pointed directly at Yang Xuan.

"Immediately kneel on the ground and raise your hand to surrender, or you will be killed!"

"Well, another shoot to kill."

Yang Xuan sneered and looked around at his gun tip. The anger in his eyes gradually rose.

At this time, the soldier who was hit on the wall not far away also stumbled to his feet, covering his lower abdomen with one hand, his facial features twisted, looking very painful.

"That guy... Is an anti thief! Cough, come on, kill him!"

The soldier's eyes were red, and his other hand trembled and pointed to Yang Xuan. However, without saying a word, he bowed down again, squatted painfully on the ground and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Yang Xuan used some spiritual power just now. Although he didn't directly kill him, he had to lie in bed for at least ten days and a half months.

The rest of the soldiers listened to his words, hesitated for a moment, and immediately pressed up.

Zhao Wuming's face changed greatly. At the moment, he couldn't care about the situation. He hurriedly squeezed in from the gap between people and stretched out his hands to block Yang Xuan's body.

"Wait a minute! This immortal master is not an anti thief!"

Zhao Wuming's face was scratched and his clothes were messy. He was scratched by these people just now.

"Immortal master?"

A few soldiers were stunned and looked at each other, some surprised and uncertain.

In the state of Jiang, immortal masters are superior. They are as different as clouds and mud. Naturally, they can't be provoked, let alone their soldiers guarding the city. Even ordinary generals can't come to any good end if they provoke immortal masters.

These people are obviously much more rational than the previous soldier. After all, this kind of thing would rather believe in its existence than its absence. If one can't do it well, he will be over.

Seeing several people, some of them were shocked. Zhao Wuming immediately showed a happy look on his face and quickly nodded and said.

"Yes, this is an immortal teacher from a distant country, which we occasionally met today."

Then he turned to look at Yang Xuan again and said in a hurry, "immortal master, show me your immortal method. As long as you prove your identity, they won't be difficult for you."

Yang Xuan frowned.

"Reveal my identity? If I were not an immortal master, would I die here today?"

"This..."

Several soldiers were stunned. Yang Xuan's words sealed their retreat and forced them to make a choice.

"No, as long as your identity is innocent, we won't do anything to you."

One of them thought and said.

Yang Xuan sneered again. At this time, he could not understand the ideas of these guys. He just wanted to play Tai Chi and leave himself a way back. The so-called innocence of identity was not decided by them.

He thought for a moment, stared at several people, stretched out his hand, and immediately filled the palm with white light. He wrapped his hand in it, surrounded by white fog, which was very strange.

"This... Is really an immortal teacher!"

Even when the soldiers were shocked and looked at each other, they all secretly swallowed saliva.

In the distance, a crowd of onlookers also made startling calls. They all moved forward two steps to see more clearly.

"Tut Tut, immortal master!"

"Hey, hey, I have to go back now."

"Yes, I didn't expect to see the legendary immortal master in a place like ours. It's really a blessing for eight generations."

"I don't know anything else. These guys are going to be unlucky. They dare to provoke immortal master."

A group of people chatted with each other one by one. Some women's eyes were even more colorful. The existence of such a level as immortal master, as long as it had a little relationship, it would be difficult not to prosper in the future.

Compared with the onlookers, the soldiers' faces were much more complicated, some panic and some happiness.

"Fortunately, I saw the scene of him taking the blade with one finger. Otherwise, I'm afraid he'll be dead."

The sergeant who had said a word with Yang Xuan couldn't help feeling in his heart. After winking at several people on the side, they all hurriedly knelt down, and the long gun in their hands was thrown aside.

"I don't know if Immortal master will come. Please forgive me!"

All the sergeants shouted in unison, and even those outside knelt down with fear on their faces.

Looking at these people's expressions and movements, Yang Xuan's heart was a little uncomfortable, but he ignored so much at this time. His face was cold and said in a cold voice: "hum! If I were not a monk, I'm afraid I'd be dead at this time!"

As soon as the words came out, all the sergeants suddenly changed their faces and crawled on the ground, trembling and afraid to reply.

Yang Xuan ignored these people, but went straight out of the encirclement. Within his body, a faint momentum spread around him.

He just wanted to find a place to settle down for a while. Because he was dressed in rags, he was driven away and even nearly killed.

The soldier on the ground was almost scared silly at this time. He raised his head and looked at Yang Xuan with fear in his eyes.

"No... no... don't kill me..."

He trembled and said a word. His body collapsed from hugging and squatting to the ground, and retreated for a long distance under the support of his hands.

Yang Xuan looked at him from such a condescending position, his eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Just then, there was a sudden commotion at the gate.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The crowd quickly dispersed. The people and soldiers watching inside the gate quickly flashed towards both sides. Soon, some soldiers wearing alternative armor and stomach rushed out.

One by one, even their faces were shrouded in iron armor. Under the progress of horses under their crotch, the iron armor on their body was still rubbing and making bursts of noise.

"This is... The man from the city Lord's mansion!"

Some people said the origin of these iron cavalry, which made Yang Xuan raise a strange look in his eyes and looked up at the past.

There were hundreds of these iron cavalry, and the noise of horse hoofs echoed constantly at the small gate, which seemed to be seeping.

Their speed was very fast, and soon they came to Yang Xuan's body. They didn't speak one by one, but automatically stood on both sides of the road. The long knife at their waist hung quietly, which was very cold.

A figure appeared in the middle of the team. When it was close, it was seen that it was a middle-aged man with a little weight.