Xiaoqi squatted down in front of Ji Ran, "Can you still walk?"

Ji Ran held the ground without saying a word, with blue veins on his forehead. After a long time, he stood up staggeringly.

However, after just one step forward, the whole person immediately lost his balance.

"Be careful!" Xiao Qi immediately grabbed Ji Ran's right arm and used his shoulder to support him. "If you can't walk, don't move around!"

Feng Yishu looked around and his eyes were straight. When he realized, fire almost popped up in his eyes.

"Jiran——"

"You fucked—stay away from my sister—!!"

...

A moment later, Feng Yishu carried Ji Ran on his back and marched on the path in the wasteland.

Ji Ran, who had no choice but to lie on Feng Yishu's back, put his elbows on the other party's shoulders to avoid getting too close to him.

Xiaoqi looked at the two of them—they were both ashen and looked ahead.

She sighed.

"Brother, are you... tired?"

“Not tired!”

Xiaoqi looked at Ji Ran again, "Where is Lord Ji, can you still bear it?"

"It's pretty good." Ji Ran replied.

"You change your elbows and stick your edges!" Feng Yishu shrugged his shoulders in anger, "It hurts me."

Ji Ran stretched out his arms expressionlessly, crossed his hands, and supported Feng Yishu's neck hard.

The distance between the two was twice as far away than before, and they looked weird and funny.

After walking out of the deep forest, Luoshui appeared at their hands again, and the lights of Luoyang City could be seen in the distance.

"It would be great if there was a boat," Xiaoqi smiled, "Let's go down the river and go straight to home."

——Feng Yishu and Ji Ran did not respond to Xiaoqi's words, and it was obvious that both of them were a little bit ahead of each other now.

"It was quite exciting tonight," Xiaoqi tried to warm up again, "Although--"

"Shh."

Feng Yishu and Ji Ran's left ears moved at the same time. Although they still looked ahead without looking sideways, the ostentatious light threw itself into the grass not far away.

——The two of them realized the sudden danger at the same time.

"Xiao Qi," Feng Yishu's eyes became sharp again. He lowered his voice, "I'll call three numbers, you run forward desperately, I'll come to the palace, can you hear it?"

"Ah...how fast?"

"Take all your strength, run as fast as you can."

Xiaoqi quickly realized, "...Okay."

"Three, two-"

The moment Feng Yishu shouted out, Xiaoqi rushed out like an arrow off the string.

Feng Yishu followed her without any haste. Ji Ran on her back also bent her waist, ready to deal with the plot from all over the world.

Several possible response strategies were quickly passed through Feng Yishu's mind at this moment.

But no matter what strategy he uses to fight against the enemy, he has two fatal weaknesses that he cannot change.

First, the wounded man on his back seemed to be rapidly dissipating the toxins in Ji Ran's body, but the medicine could not be able to be exerted within one or two hours;

The second is Xiaoqi - Xiaoqi's spiritual consciousness has not been opened. If you really fight with both hands, it would be better to carry the wounded on your back.

Now I can only run as much as possible towards the city gate, shorten the distance between reinforcements and alert the enemy to show their presence.

While running quickly, the other party was indeed deceived.

Feng Yishu silently counted the number of people coming in his heart.

Three, four, five, six,…

Eleven, twelve, thirteen...

There are nineteen people.

Although these dozen people feel that they are mediocre and are not considered top experts, there are so many people and there are two drags around them, the situation is still a little tricky.

Feng Yishu took a breath - he still needed to deal with it carefully!

But is it really necessary for the Cen family to mobilize so many troops for that little friction?

It would be fine if he dealt with Ji Ran, but now he is here too - he is not a soft persimmon that is easy to bully. No matter in Chang'an or Luoyang, no one has ever dared to bully him. Just the Ping Yao Office and the Feng family moved out, it scared a large number of people.

What are the origins of these people?

After sprinting for nearly a hundred feet, Xiaoqi's speed slowed down significantly.

"Brother...I...I'm a little..."

"It's okay, you can stop slowly." Feng Yishu's voice was calm, "Did you see the bridge in front?"

"Look...I saw..."

"You and Ji Ran are waiting for me next to the approach bridge."

While speaking, the guide bridge is not far away.

He suddenly grabbed Ji Ran's arms back with both hands and threw him out.

"Jiran!" Xiao Qi exclaimed. The fifth brother's posture seemed to be throwing Ji Ran directly into the river in front to feed the fish.

Ji Ran was not careful for a moment and rolled on the ground with a few rounds in shame before barely stopping.

He spat and saw the dirt and grass falling into his mouth, and glared at Feng Yishu with hatred - I have recorded all the grudges tonight!

Xiaoqi also ran to the approach bridge quickly. She stood beside Ji Ran, looking at the fifth brother fighting alone with some concern.

Luoshui rushes behind the two of them, and the fine mist on the river gradually wets the hem of their clothes.

Feng Yishu in front had already taken out the demon-binding rope again, lowered his chest slightly, and was ready for the next moment of attack at any time.

Several men in black dresses in night clothes slowly appeared from the weeds.

"Only so many..." Feng Yishu wiped his nose gently, "Let's go together, I'm in a hurry."

After seeing Feng Yishu's attitude of hunting monsters, most people will make two comments on his fighting style:

One is fast, the other is barbaric, and it is basically not of any ornamentality.

His combat principle was thorough pragmatism, and he would never spend any thought on any details that had nothing to do with victory or defeat - this principle was originally taught to him by Feng Yan.

When he entered the Ping Yao Office at the age of 11, he happened to meet an old scholar who came to teach them what a "war of benevolence and righteousness" was called.

The master shook his head and said, "A gentleman is not serious (chong2) hurt."

It means to treat your injured opponent, be kind and not hurt him again.

It is also said, "In ancient times, it was not a row without drums."

Drum means "knocking drums and attacking", which means that the ancient benevolent people will not order attacks when their opponents have not set up their formation.

The Master said that if you maintain such a noble and righteous army, you will definitely win the war in the end.

This is called "fighting with kindness".

Feng Yishu listened to it for a long time and always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say it for a while, so he ran home and asked Feng Yan: Sister, is the Master right?

At that time, Feng Yan had just passed the age of her birth. After pondering for a while, he replied that the Master was right.

Feng Yishu was puzzled. Although he had never been to the battlefield, he had fought in a group fight. Whoever did this trick during a fight would definitely be beaten to the point of being beaten to the point of being bruised and swollen.

Feng Yan shook her head and explained: A gentleman should not be seriously injured, which means he should act quickly and ruthlessly, and do not leave any chance to struggle for his opponent, and strive to kill with one blow.

The so-called benevolence and righteousness means to reduce the pain of the other party when death as much as possible.

Without drums and without a row means that when the opponent is not firmly established, there is no need to sing the drum to attack head-on, because there are various methods outside the battlefield to ruin the enemy.

Excellent commanders should think more and think more, and not be limited to war between soldiers.

After explaining this, Feng Yishu understood and immediately sighed that the Master is worthy of being Master. He had eaten more rice for decades, thinking farther than him and thinking deeper than him.

This set of concepts of "the battle of steadfastness" was integrated into Feng Yishu's combat thoughts early, and the same was true at the Luoshui River tonight.

His movements were simple and simply, without any drag. When he fought with one person, he tried to seriously injure his vitals within three moves, causing the opponent to completely lose his combat ability, and then quickly kill the next opponent.

It seems to be one-to-many, but with his agility, it is actually a continuous one-to-one single challenge.

Xiaoqi couldn't see his brother's movements clearly. He only felt that those men in black had been touched by his brother's demon-bound rope a few times, and they didn't know what was going on, so they fell down, as if they were weak paper.

She was a little surprised, "So these people... are they so weak?"

Ji Ran has been staring at Feng Yishu's actions since the beginning, and couldn't help but secretly cheering in his heart several times.
Chapter completed!