Seeing that the guy in her hand didn't know whether it was dead or alive, little Zhuji didn't dare to play any more, she obediently flew up into the sky, sent the person in her hand to Qianye, and said, "I caught it."
Qianye seemed to be thinking about something, and was in a daze when he saw little Zhuji handing over a guy covered in mud and ragged clothes, and then he came back to his senses, and the original force was rolled, and the guy was fixed in the air .
This person's nose was blue and his face was swollen, his true face could hardly be seen, and he was dying at this moment. If it wasn't for the fact that the breath of the original force wouldn't change, Qianye could hardly recognize that this was the guy who just pointed at his nose and yelled.
Qianye's fingertips popped out a trace of blood, and shot into his body. Blood energy entered his body, and he immediately felt indescribable pain, as if every tiniest muscle in his body was being burned by blood fire. This unbearable pain immediately made him scream, his face contorted, his whole body twitched, and just when he was about to faint, he suddenly disappeared.
"Are you awake now?" Qianye asked.
His whole body was still trembling, he looked up at Qianye, his eyes were full of fear, and of course resentment.
"It doesn't look too convincing, but it's okay. Tell me, why did you come to Nanqingcheng?"
After asking this sentence, Qianye himself shook his head, and laughed at himself: "I'm so stupid to ask such a useless question. Forget it, if you don't want your men to die, let them give up resistance."
At this time, the fighting in the city was still going on. Obviously, some people did not want to surrender, and they were still resisting until now. The battles in several key places were extremely fierce, such as the Dark Fire headquarters, where the reorganized mercenaries loyal to Qianye attacked several times in a row, but they were all repelled, and corpses were thrown from the building, which was very tragic.
The young man was breathing a little at this moment, and his face showed a ferocious expression: "You don't even ask me who I am?"
"Is it necessary?" Qianye answered lightly.
The young man's subsequent words were all blocked back, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable. After holding back for a long time, he seemed to be burned to the buttocks, jumping and shouting: "Why is it not necessary? I dare to want your Nanqingcheng, so there is a reason for me! Even if your subordinates are all idiots, But the deacons of those big trading houses are also idiots? Why do they cooperate with this young master, why do they hand over Nan Qingcheng, and why do they assist this young master to suppress all idiots who dare to resist?"
Qianye pointed to the mercenaries who were attacking more and more fiercely below, and said: "They are loyal to me not because they are stupid, but because they are afraid. There are many people who have stood opposite me and been my enemies. , and then they were all killed. As for the deacons of the firm..."
Qianye's face turned cold, and said: "They are the ones who are really stupid, thinking that I dare not kill them."
The young man was taken aback, "You! You are crazy! Those are all big business houses that have opened branches all over the neutral land! They are united, and even this young master has to look at each other seriously. You actually want to kill them Deacon? They will never give up!"
Naturally, it is not a good thing for these big commercial firms to be able to gain a foothold in a neutral place. They have a blood feud principle similar to that of bandits. Whoever kills their deacon, the entire firm will retaliate with all its might, and will never stop dying. Only in this way, those bandits who have long been red-eyed dare not move their cargo fleet easily.
Because they are rich enough, these big trading houses are not weaker than the big mercenary regiments, and two of them even have their own cities. The equipment of the merchant guards was also significantly better than that of the mercenaries. Against the mercenary regiments, it would be no problem to fight two against one. Only Song Zining's rectified dark fire, armed to the teeth, completely overwhelmed the commercial guards in terms of firepower.
That's why the young man felt that Qianye was crazy. Even he would not dare to kill a deacon of a big business easily. If there is no good reason, the rebound energy of those big companies is also quite terrifying, and even he will be punished.
At this time, Qianye, who was paying attention to the battle below, became a little impatient, and said: "Still resisting, it seems that these men of yours are really impatient."
Qianye fell straight down towards a small building in the Dark Fire headquarters, piercing through the roof like a meteor, and his perception swept across the entire building in an instant. In this building, there is no one who seems to be imprisoned, and there is no familiar atmosphere of Qianye. Immediately afterwards, countless blood lines followed the perception and penetrated the entire building, immediately silenced the most powerful stronghold.
Qianye walked out of the building door, and with a flash of his figure, he entered another stronghold. Almost as soon as he entered, the stronghold became dead silent.
In the blink of an eye, Qianye had passed through four enemy strongholds. Neither the iron plate nor the concrete can stop the piercing of the vitality plunder. Wherever he walked, it became a dead zone.
Finally, Qianye stepped into the command building of Dark Fire. This is the tallest building in Dark Fire, and it was built together with Ji Tianqing and Song Zining at the beginning. There are many beams and columns inside, and it was Qianye who moved it up himself. Once you get to the command building, you can't plunder with vitality. There are many staff officers and civilians here, as well as many handymen.
Those middle-level officers are equivalent to the skeleton of Dark Fire, without them, there will be problems in the command and operation of Dark Fire. Since Song Zining had laid the groundwork ahead of time, there should be quite a few people here who were ordered to surrender. And according to Qianye's perception, there are still many people in the building who have not resisted, so it is not good to kill them all in one go.
Qianye simply used his stupid skills to search for enemies room by room, and as long as they were still resisting, they would kill them without saying a word. In the blink of an eye, a figure was thrown from the window of the command building, and fell to the ground with a plop. The floor from which people were thrown gradually increased until they reached the top of the building. The two snipers were thrown directly from above and hit the ground, reckless.
In a short while, the resistance of the Dark Fire headquarters was completely suppressed.
Qianye sat in his original seat in the conference hall, looking down at the people below. This position used to be in the center, and it was originally where he should sit. However, that young man snatched Nan Qing, and after taking over Dark Fire, he remodeled the conference hall and built a high platform at the end. Now Qianye is sitting on the high platform, condescending, overlooking everything.
A red carpet is spread on the floor of the hall, leading from the high platform to the gate. Behind the high platform is a huge tapestry, on which is embroidered a ferocious giant void beast. Many ancient swords and swords are inlaid on the walls on both sides of the chamber as decoration, and several armor statues stand on each side.
With such decorations, the entire conference hall became solemn and solemn, with a strange and ancient sense of ritual. The owner of the hall has also become aloof and distanced himself from all living beings.
This young man may not have other skills, but he is good at interior design and decoration.
Qianye was sitting on a luxurious high-backed chair, resting his chin on his hand, and was meditating. The two sides below are already full of people. On one side are dark fire mercenary leaders, big and small, and on the other side are deacons and representatives of workshops and commercial firms. The ones in front were naturally Song Zining's original subordinates, and the ones behind were people from major commercial firms. They also tried their best to enter the meeting hall, wanting to hear what Qianye's plans were after his return.
The young man stood under the high platform, looking a little embarrassed. Qianye seemed to have completely forgotten about him, and he didn't know what he was thinking. If it weren't for the two big-armed mercenaries behind him staring at him, the young man couldn't help but want to remind himself of his existence.
However, on the high platform, there is still a little girl with amazing appearance. She was curiously examining everything in the hall, including the paintings, tapestries and sculptures, as well as the people.
Everyone looked very uncomfortable when being stared at by the little guy. Some of them were timid and even turned pale and trembled slightly. The way little Zhu Ji looked over always made them feel that they were looking at toys and even food.
Little Zhu Ji quickly ended the process of looking at people that made everyone uncomfortable, and said in a low voice: "It's not fun, and it's not delicious."
These two sentences immediately made many people break out in a cold sweat.
Little Zhuji got a little impatient, so she stabbed Qianye. Qianye, who was originally immersed in his own world, woke up like a dream at this moment. He looked down and said, "Everyone is here? Then let's start."
He first pointed to the young man and said, "Tell me, who are you?"
The young man suddenly felt like crying. He had waited too long for this sentence.
"My young master, Zhang Xuance, is the nephew of the Heavenly King! Since you know my identity, how dare you..."
Qianye interrupted him directly, and asked: "There is no need to talk nonsense. Are all Zhang Buzhou's direct descendants dead, and you are going to be sent out to cause trouble?"
Henry Zhang opened his mouth and was speechless for a moment. This time he was blocked again, if he hadn't taken care of his face, he might have spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Well, there are naturally princes and grandchildren in heaven, but my cousins are not very successful. The same is true for cousins."
Qianye finally became interested, and said: "This is strange, Zhang Buzhou's own children and grandchildren are not well-known, but you are talented? It doesn't make sense."
Zhang Xuance actually has sixteen levels of original force cultivation, and his foundation is very solid, and the original force is also very pure. According to the standards of the neutral land, the gods who will be promoted to the next level are half sure, even if they are placed in the empire or Yongye, they can be regarded as talents. It's just that he has too much dandyism about him, his combat skills are acceptable, but his temperament is really not up to standard, obviously he has never fought against the wind. When Qianye killed the four guards in an instant and severely injured the Pharaoh with another blow, he immediately collapsed, not even thinking of fighting back.
The thousand-year history of the empire has long proved the importance of blood inheritance. For example, the Zhao Clan has produced a large number of geniuses from generation to generation, but Emperor Blood is even more terrifying. There are many heavenly kings born, and there are also peerless powerhouses like Taizu Wudi. Generally speaking, the direct bloodline of the strong is always more likely to produce geniuses. It doesn't make sense that Zhang Buzhou's own descendants are useless, so he wants to let a nephew come out to mess around. This is possible unless Zhang Buzhou's descendants wither.
Zhang Xuance was swept away by Qianye's gaze, his heart trembled, and he said, "Actually, there is a reason for this. When I was young, my third uncle was originally an astonishing genius, and it is said that his future achievements may not be lower than the heavenly king. One of my third uncle's children, my cousin, is also more talented than me. At that time, the real good thing didn't happen to me at all, but later... "
"What happened next?"
"Third Uncle and his friends went out to save people, and they came back, but Third Uncle couldn't come back."
Qianye was a little curious: "Who is your third uncle's friend?"
"Luo Bingfeng."