Chapter 137 Taoist He.

"Impossible." Shen Zhong looked calm, as if he had already anticipated Shang Shanhu's reaction, and answered very quickly: "Your Majesty and the Queen Mother want to lock Xiao En up in the Jinyiwei. It is difficult to disobey the imperial order! Are you going to disobey it?"

Uesugi Tora sat on his horse, looking down from above, the spear in his hand pointed at Shenzhong as if it had no weight. He kept tightening his grip, almost leaving a mark on the iron shaft of the spear.

His lips trembled and the flesh on his face twitched slightly. He shifted his gaze away from Shen Zhong and looked at the iron-barred carriage where Sean was imprisoned behind the cavalry. He laughed in anger!

At this moment, the atmosphere between the two sides had reached its peak. Just when everyone thought that a fight was about to begin, Uesugi Tora spoke.

"Shen Zhong, you're fine!" He stared at Shen Zhong and spoke slowly.

Although Uesugi Tora had a smile on his face, it made people who saw him feel terrified.

"hey-hey!"

Shen Zhong didn't seem to care at all, and even laughed triumphantly, responding with contempt in his eyes: "Thank you for the compliment, General!"

Seeing this, Uesugi Tora pulled the reins, without uttering any harsh words, he left the crowd with his accompanying soldiers and rode towards the camp outside the city.

Just as the two sides were crossing each other's paths, Fan Xian and the others had already become alert, taking precautions with vigilance, fearing that Uesugi Tiger would suddenly attack.

Fortunately, Uesugi Tora still had the overall situation in mind and passed by without any incident.

"Sorry to have made a fool of myself, Master Fan!"

Shen Zhong chuckled and explained, perhaps to intimidate Fan Xian, but he continued, "The people blocking the way ahead will depend on Master Fan!"

"Your Majesty is anxious to see you all, Lord Fan, please come directly to the palace after you have dealt with the current situation."

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian smiled coldly with an unfriendly look on his face.

Following his gaze, Shen Zhong continued to speak as if no one was around: "I heard that Lord Fan killed our Northern Qi expert Cheng Jushu in the streets of Kyoto. I think the people on the other side want to challenge Lord Fan!"

"Unfortunately, I have official business to attend to and I am in a hurry to go back and interrogate Sean. I will not keep you company any longer!"

Shen Zhong had accompanied him here only to stop Uesugi Tiger, and now that the matter was settled, he had no intention of watching how Fan Xian would embarrass himself next, so he said goodbye and wanted to leave.

"Your Excellency can go on your own."

Fan Xian replied out of politeness.

Watching Shen Zhong leave with the Jinyiwei, Wang Qinian said with a strange look on his face: "This Shen Zhong doesn't know how to be an official!"

"That's right!" The usually taciturn Tiger Guard leader Gao Da also echoed: "This person is arrogant and domineering and doesn't know how to restrain himself. He is really going to get into trouble!"

Wang Qinian pointed to the place where Shangshan Hu had just stayed, and saw that the ground was already a little broken.

Wang Qinian continued, "Why do you think Shen Zhong acted like this? Shang Shanhu was almost provoked to take action just now!"

"Could it be that Shen Zhong wants to take this opportunity to get rid of Uesugi Tiger?"

Facing Wang Qinian's question, Fan Xian stood up and kept saying, "Yes, disobeying the emperor's order and plotting treason, that's enough for Shen Zhong to write a fuss about!"

Fan Xian stepped forward and came to the top of the carriage.

He took the Qing army flag that Gundam found from the back of the carriage and inserted it on the top of the carriage.

Although his face looked heavy, he felt somewhat relieved in his heart.

The discord between Shen Zhong and Uesugi Tora was actually a discord between the forces behind each of them. This gave him an opportunity to take advantage of any gaps and use the other party's force to his advantage in his subsequent actions.

Fan Xian looked at the people below who had drawn their swords and shouted, "Everyone, this is the battle flag of our Qing border army. You are familiar with it, right?"

"Now that this battle flag has entered the city of Shangjing, it will be a great story!"

"Only the weak will talk too much. The hot-blooded ones will come up to the carriage to seize the flag and knock me off the carriage." Fan Xian smiled slightly, "I'm afraid there are no such people in Northern Qi!"

He was very confident, confident in his own martial arts - if there was no ninth-grade master to take action, he would be able to handle the situation easily.

When Fan Xian said this, Wang Qinian looked at him worriedly, raised his head high, and looked proud. The warriors and common people of Northern Qi were filled with indignation, and curse words instantly filled the air!

"Go forward!"

Fan Xian gave an order and the carriage moved slowly.

Sitting on the carriage, Fan Xian's vigilance was at its highest. He kept looking around to prevent a surprise attack!

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao appears, "I am Zhao Zhe from the Tiger Roaring Battalion of the Imperial Guards."

"Next person!"

Looking at the unconscious man who called himself Zhao Zhelin, the crowd went from initial excitement to silence, and then exploded instantly like a ignited powder keg!

"I am."

"I am."

Two more warriors were so angry that they attacked Fan Xian from the front and back on the roof, hoping to take advantage of the situation and destroy the military flag!
"Next person!"

As the two people fell unconscious, more people stood up. For a moment, countless figures flew towards Fan Xian. It was not like they were going to capture the flag, but only kill the general!
At this moment, Fan Xian's whole body was filled with internal energy, and the pressure increased.

The scene became chaotic. Not only were many stalls on both sides of the street smashed by the flying crowd, pots, pans, tables, chairs and benches were broken to pieces, and even some carriages parked on the roadside were damaged.

For a moment, vegetable leaves were flying in the sky and there was chaos.

"Who else!?"

As countless people in the field groaned in pain and Fan Xian shouted while panting, the people in the crowd looked at each other and began to discuss in low voices.

Under their unwilling and regretful gazes, the delegation's carriage stopped.

This surprising scene happened only because a man walked out in front of the carriage - a Taoist holding a sword!
The ninth-rank master of Northern Qi—Master He!

Cheng Jushu, whom Fan Xian killed, was the disciple of this Taoist He.

He Daoren did not speak, but stepped on one foot, the sword in his hand flashed, and he flew towards Fan Xian. Fortunately, Fan Xian had already raised his vigilance to the highest level when the opponent came out, so he was able to use his true energy to swing his sword to block the sword!
This man's sword is even faster than the late Xie Bian!
He took a half step back, leaned back, dodged He Daoren's sweep, and kicked out.

The kick landed on his right chest.

He Daoren blocked the blow with his left arm, dissipating the force and thrusting his sword forward. However, Fan Xian grabbed the flagpole with his left hand and dodged the blow with a turn. The two men passed each other.

He Daoren turned his head, and a fierce light flashed from his eyes which were hidden by his hair. He clenched his jaw, spun on the spot like a top, and swept his sword towards Fan Xian's chest!
The Qi's slashing attack can be seen with the naked eye. If it hits the body, the person would probably be cut in half.

Without even a breath, Fan Xian quickly stepped down and exerted force with his left hand. It looked as if he was leaping into the air with his feet up and his head down.

The posture is inelegant, but very effective.

Fan Xian lost only a strand of hair, but he managed to dodge the powerful sword attack. But it was a pity for the restaurant behind him, as a deep sword mark was left on the wall!

Taoist He did not stop. Although he had nowhere to gain leverage in the air, he still used the momentum of his fall to use his sword as a knife and slashed towards Fan Xian's face with a powerful blow.

Fan Xian's blood was boiling. After the battle with Haitang Duoduo, the current situation no longer made him nervous.

He then mobilized all his energy, and swung his sword upwards with his backhand, trying to counter attack!
The two men's weapons were in a stalemate in the air, with brilliant sparks bursting out and constant squeaking sounds.

But He Daoren's strength was gone, his moves were old, and his body was still in mid-air. On the other hand, what about Fan Xian? He stood on the roof of the car, taking advantage of the power under his feet, and was already in an invincible position!

Helplessly, after the two men exchanged palm strikes, He Daoren retreated.

When he landed, he took three steps back due to the impact!
His face turned pale, and he said:

"So domineering and angry!"

(End of this chapter)