He looked at Gu Jiao, who was being supported by Chang Jing: "Oh? Not lightly injured, huh."
Gu Jiao waved a finger to greet him.
Hello, little lackey.
Chu Feipeng saw the big bow in Tang Yueshan’s hand and understood that the arrow that had just pierced his sleeve was shot by this person.
What a sharp archery skill!
The bow in his hand is a three-stone bow. Ordinary archers use a one-stone bow, only certain divine archers in the military camp with remarkable arm strength use a two-stone bow.
So what kind of mutant is this man to be able to draw a three-stone bow?
Tang Yueshan hadn’t noticed Chu Feipeng’s gaze looking at him for the moment. He turned his head to look behind the war chariot: "Hey, Gu! Why aren’t you coming up yet? How long are you going to hide behind the war chariot? Or do you want to push the war chariot all by yourself?"
Old Marquis glared coldly at Tang Yueshan and gracefully leapt onto the chariot using light skills.
Gu Jiao’s eyes instantly widened.
Her face mask was down at this moment, revealing only a pair of eyes that regained their calm.
She blinked, not knowing where the strength came from, pulled out a little notebook and a charcoal pen from her armor, and scribbled: "Big Brother, long time no see."
This action depleted Gu Jiao’s last bit of strength. As soon as she finished writing, her head tilted, and she fainted, hands falling slack.
The old marquis, feeling suffocated: "...!!"
Tang Yueshan checked Gu Jiao’s breathing; she was still alive. He turned his head to Chu Feipeng: "Is this the guy who hurt the little girl... Liulang? Quite capable, huh, who among us will take him on?"
Old Marquis saw the fight from afar, realizing that this general from Liang Country had exceptional martial skills; they must not underestimate him.
"Let’s go together!" Old Marquis said seriously.
As soon as he spoke, Song Kai led a group of experts to arrive.
"Looks like we can’t go together now." Tang Yueshan stretched his neck and drew the big bow in his hand, "Leave these people to me!"
He took a high ground, perfect for shooting top experts.
"Chang Jing." Xuanping Marquis gave a slight nod to the black-clothed young man.
Chang Jing walked in front of Old Marquis, swiftly shoved the unconscious Gu Jiao into his arms.
Old Marquis’ body shuddered: "What are you doing!"
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