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With one sword, he cut Zangba several feet away? Dou Wu was shocked and stared at the long sword in his palm. Even he himself could not help but wonder if there was really a secret help from ghosts and gods, otherwise he would not be able to explain the sudden divine power.

Zangba collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. He felt even more frightened and shouted, "Come and help me!"

The warriors woke up like a dream and panickedly helped Zangba and escaped. In a moment, there was no more noise than the sound of the bonfire burning.

Dou Wu and Dou Li looked at each other, both of whom were confused and afraid that Zangba and others would suddenly return, staying by the fire, unable to sleep all night.

"Who will awaken first in the big dream? I know it for my whole life."

The next morning, Wang Dong stretched his waist comfortably, but Dou Wu and Dou Li brothers and sisters had their eyes red, and they secretly complained in their hearts that others were almost slapped on their necks, which made us worried and frightened, but we were leisurely.

"Yes, why are there only two of you?" Wang Dong looked around and asked deliberately.

Dou Wu and Dou Li looked embarrassed and hesitated. After all, they were assassinated by the employer, so it was embarrassing to say such things.

Not knowing how to answer, Wang Dong waved his hand calmly: "Forget it! Take the time to set off, how far are we from Daliang, Weidu?"

It was also because of the luck of Zangba and others. They happened to run into Wang Dong and broke through the innate world. They were in a good mood, so they just gave a punishment. According to Wang Dong's past style, they must teach him what it means to not die if he doesn't commit suicide.

Wang Dong stopped asking questions, Dou Wu breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "It's about five or six days left!"

It's still five or six days?

Wang Dong was depressed.

Based on the reasons for the change of the rules of the bronze door, from then on, one month changed to one year, and he felt that he had plenty of time. In addition, he was quite curious about the customs and geographical features of the pre-Qin period. Therefore, he walked on the road, but after a few days, he had almost appreciated it, so he naturally went there.

Wang Dong thought about getting to the next market town and getting a few horses for transportation, but this seemed not very reliable. In this era, the seven countries are fighting. Horses are an important strategic resource and are controlled quite rigorously. Ordinary small towns may not have one.

After walking like this for half a day, at noon, the sun was burning with the earth. Wang Dong had a deep internal strength and had already reached a state of inseparable cold and heat. He didn't feel anything. The Dou brothers and sisters were tired and thirsty, so they couldn't stand it anymore.

Wang Dong stopped moving forward immediately. He searched for a dense forest close to the water source to rest. Dou Wu and Dou Li tried their best to find some fruits to eat. They were lucky and even hunted a hare.

After peeling and cleaning, it was baking on the fire, and a grass in the dense forest suddenly moved.

Hula!

Dou Wu and Dou Li were shocked and thought it was some ferocious beast. They stood up and pressed their sword sheath with their hands, showing vigilance.

Wang Dong looked calm, and the person who came was not a beast, but a person!

Listening to its breath, it was heavy and thick, very rapid, like a bellows, and obviously it was severely damaged.

Sure enough, the grass fell down and a gray shadow stumbled out.

"Who?"

Dou Wu shouted softly, pulled out his long sword with a "choke" and pointed it at the visitor.

The visitor was a middle-aged man in linen and tusk clothes. He was holding a wooden sword in his hand, barefoot, and his whole body was wet. He seemed to have just crawled out of the river. There was a large piece of blood on his chest and his clothes were also cut by swords. It was obvious that he had experienced a fierce battle not long ago.

Ge Yi's middle-aged, clumsy and pale face pulled a smile: "I just passed by by chance and was not hostile. I don't know if I can ask for some food from the three of you."

He only took a look and his eyes fell on Wang Dong.

The Dou brothers and sisters did not relax their vigilance and said coldly: "Put down the sword first."

"Okay! OK!" the man replied with a wry smile.

"No need." Wang Dong looked at the man a few times, had some guesses about his identity, stood up and waved to stop him, "The visitor is a guest, don't be nervous, please come and sit down."

"Thank you!"

The middle-aged man Ge Yi clasped his fists and bowed deeply, and stepped forward to sit down. The movement was too large, as if it had touched the wound, and his face twitched violently.

Dou Wu and Dou Li did not sit down, and stood beside the middle-aged man on the left and right, staring at him to death as if he was staring at a prisoner.

Wang Dong glanced at the two of them and smiled and said, "Wait for the most part, isn't it a way to treat guests? No, I believe this brother is a bad person."

Ge Yi smiled bitterly on his face, as if he didn't expect that he would encounter such a scene one day.

Wang Dong said again: "I, Wang Dong, haven't you asked my brother for his surname Tai Zun's name yet?"

"I dare not take it, my name is Yuanzong." Ge Yi's middle-aged man sighed.

It's indeed Yuanzong!

Wang Dong thought that as expected, the Yuanzong was originally a great man from the Mo Sect generation, and was an idealist, hoping to end the Warring States disputes with the help of the "Mozhe Guild", but ideals are ultimately difficult to become reality. Even the Mozhe Guild itself was divided into three parts, becoming "Zhao Mo", "Qi Mo" and "Chu Mo".

Yuanzong wanted to integrate San Mo, but was chased by Zhao Mo's leader Yan Ping and kept running away. He then met Xiang Shaolong who had traveled through time and became the "old grandfather" who opened the golden fingers for Xiang Shaolong. He was too seriously injured and eventually died in Chu State.

Now that I have come, of course I cannot die like this.

The population of the plane is sparse, and the seven countries have only about 20 million. The difficulty of unification is much smaller than that of the Shujian plane. Wang Dong is preparing to build this plane into the back base of the main world and become the master of the plane. The Mozhe Guild is also a considerable force, so it is naturally worth conquering.

"Why is Brother Yuan injured?" Wang Dong asked deliberately.

"Ah!" Yuan Zong sighed. He was straightforward by nature and did not hide the internal struggles of the Mo Sect. He said in a singular manner. Finally, he sighed deeply: "I have the ambition to stop the disputes this time, but I didn't expect it to end like this. Even my Mozhe Guild was constantly fighting. How could I stop the disputes in the world? Alas! It's the mirror and water moon after all." He was a little discouraged and lazy in his voice.

"The world's general trend, long-term unity will be divided, long-term unity will be unified! The seven countries have fought for several generations, and the ups and downs have been surging for two hundred years. Now, it is time to have to be united, but they lack a powerful person to control the universe and bring it together."

Wang Dongdao.

Yuanzong was shocked and murmured the sentence "It will be divided after a long time, and it will be combined after a long time", with hope: "I also hope that that day will come as soon as possible so that the people of the world will suffer less. It's a pity that Yuanzong cannot witness that day."

"That's not necessarily."

Wang shook his head and said.

"I know it myself. I was injured by the sword in my body, and my lungs have been severely damaged. I am afraid that my life will be short."

Yuan Zong said, without fear of death in his tone, only a little regret.

Wang Dong said: "Brother Yuan's injury is not helpless, so why did you give up treatment?"

Yuan Zong smiled and said, "Brother Wang, why should I comfort me? I also have some knowledge of Qihuang's art. With my current situation, unless Qi Bo reborn and Bian Que is reborn, he will definitely die."

Wang Dong said casually: "Why bother Qi Bo and Bian Que, two great doctors, I know that in the world, someone can cure Brother Yuan's sword wounds!"

"Oh?" Yuan Zong was slightly surprised, "There is such a miracle doctor in this world? Why don't I know?"

He immediately sighed: "But even if he can heal me, the world is vast, and I probably don't have time to find him."
Chapter completed!