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After Chen Ling left, only Bai Ruoxi was standing outside the room alone, meditating on the words that he had said before she left. Unknowingly, her worry had disappeared, and her mouth revealed a trace of a smile.

"This Chen Ling, I never thought that he would be so scheming at such a young age. No wonder he's actually a Lieutenant of the three armies at such an age, and his sword arts are very profound and profound, although he's only at the Level Two Warriors, at the Martial Disciple realm, his fighting strength seems to not be weaker than a normal martial arts master, he's a talent." Bai Ruoxi sighed with emotion.

When the young miss pulled out her jade hairpin, a head of jet black hair immediately fell down like a waterfall. Her hair grew long, and her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, revealing an indescribably beautiful and delicate beauty, which was extremely feminine. Immediately afterwards, Bai Ruoxi started to peel off her skirt and take off her robes, revealing her beautiful body.

Teng Hu, Shen Zheng, Fan Fan, Fan Fan, Uncle Hou, Jing Yan, the cavalry troop's Chieftain Liang Jigang, centurion Chen Kui, Du Fei and the others had been training very hard. Adding Chen Ling's solo tutoring, their movements were very fast.

The difference between a martial artist and a martial artist was that the former had not been formally imparted by the sword arts system. Most of the time, the former had been through fighting and rolling in battle, and with courage, simple kung fu techniques in the military, one could kill an enemy but did not truly understand martial arts.

Fighters were taught martial arts and martial arts. They could be swordsmen who roamed the world, beginning to understand and pursue martial arts.

There was a cultural gap between the two of them. Of course, practice was another matter, just like how a person who had never been to school could accomplish something big, and a martial artist could also kill a martial artist. It was just that the probability of that was pitifully small.

When they were almost done, Chen Ling separated from the caravan and traveled alone, pretending to separate from the Bai Family. Bai Ruoxi sent people to give Wei Army a cart loaded with goods, expressing his gratitude, but in reality, it was for the Wei Army to take it away first, so as to not be affected and destroyed during the night battles. There were even some horse carriages filled with Ji Nu, which were used to take care of her safety.

Bai Ruoxi saw that the convoy from the Three Thousand Weiden's apoplexy s had gone far away, and her gaze lingered there for a long time. As she gazed at Chen Ling's departing figure, she sighed in his heart: "I hope that he can keep his promise and help me resolve this crisis, and kill Bai Yeyu to remove all the troubles in my heart."

All of this was just to let Bai Yeyu and the other spies see what was happening around them. To let them mistake this as the case, the Wei Army had already separated from the Lady Bai's caravan, and no longer had any connections. To them, this piece of information was undoubtedly an extremely good news.

The clan's stewards, elders, martial masters, and warriors did not understand the truth and began to discuss amongst themselves. They felt that the Wei Army was too unkind and their emotions were a little disordered.

As this stretch of land belonged to the vicinity of the Taihang Mountains and the Yellow River, the terrain was extremely rugged, with dense forests, mountain ravines and valleys rising and falling one after another. All three thousand of them were on high alert as they passed through the dense forest and relay paths, passed through forest and forests, entered a wilderness of wilderness, and walked another ten miles, gradually approaching the mountain valleys. The topography here was a slope, the gorge was long and narrow, the cliff was steep and straight.

As long as there were hundreds of people on the cliffs, using the terrain advantage and rolling stones as well as bows and arrows, it would be enough to completely annihilate the five thousand regular soldiers.

Chen Ling took out five hundred of his elite soldiers from the two thousand soldiers. With the four of them bringing five hundred people to hide in the forest, there were only two thousand five hundred people who entered the Soul-Drop Slope. Gan Mao was also among them, looking very imposing, as he did not know that there was a group of warriors hiding on the cliff above them.

… ….

At the top of the cliff stood a young man, about twenty-five to twenty-six years old. He was handsome, tall and straight, dressed in a white robe with a sword hanging by his waist, looking very extraordinary, his eyes cold and fierce, he stared at Wei Army in the valley and snorted: It was this Wei Army that destroyed our plan last time, causing Brother Zhan's troops to suffer a lot.

He was one of the three great thieves of the Wei Nation, Zhan Xiong, who was looking down at the Wei Army as he snorted and said, "This group of bird people, not only have they destroyed our plan, they have caused my death and caused trouble, sooner or later, we will settle this debt with them, but this time we will take the Lady Bai's caravan as our leader, and the goods will all belong to my clan, Bai Ruoxi will also go to me, after playing with me for a few years, hahaha, the power of your Bai Family, will all belong to you, Bai Yeyu."

Bai Yeyu smiled slightly, his eyes filled with a dark ruthlessness. It was unknown whether it was directed at Bai Ruoxi, the Wei Army at the bottom of the cliff, or Zhan Xiong beside him, only he himself knew.

Although he was unable to convert his Qi into True Qi and Qi, his physical strength had increased by several times, reaching the strength of three horses, being proficient in fist and foot skills, and all sorts of weapons. As long as he could train his inner force and release his inner strength, he would become a Martial Saint Ranker at the fourth stage [Houtian Qi]. However, this obstacle was extremely difficult, and countless Martial Masters would be blocked outside the door of the Martial Dao.