C624 Firearms

Although Shea Tongren didn't know what Zhang Jingxuan was talking about, it didn't sound like a good thing. Fortunately, he didn't mind. Whatever benefactor said must be right!

"Yes, what are you shouting for? Miss Mu Rong was like a Heaven Immortal, it would be a disgrace to you if you took a look at her. Go away quickly, or your Grandpa Shi will teach you a lesson."

As he followed Zhang Jingxuan, Shea Tongren seemed to become more strong-willed when he spoke.

When Yi Tiwang saw that this servant, who looked like a big yellow dog, dared to speak to him in such a way, his nose almost went crooked from anger.

"You dog servant, you really pissed me off! Someone, break his legs for me!"

Zhang Jingxuan originally did not take this big-headed kid seriously, but when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, the two girls' faces became somewhat ugly. His nose slightly twitched, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He leaped out.

At this moment, everyone heard a loud bang. A wave of suffocating smoke rose up, and even their vision was blocked so that they could not see clearly.

When the smoke dispersed, everyone saw that Zhang Jingxuan was holding Shea Tongren, whose face had turned waxy and yellow, and had already moved ten feet away. About six feet away from where Shea Tongren was standing, a young man had fallen into a pool of blood. He was just a passerby. When he saw the lively scene, he stopped in his tracks. He didn't expect to meet such an unexpected disaster.

Firearms were indeed powerful. Zhang Jingxuan was also secretly shocked. If he had been a little later... At this moment, Shea Tongren might have been seriously injured, and he was also feeling vexed in his heart. He had not thought about it properly. He had only saved Shea Tongren, but he had caused the innocent passers-by to suffer.

When Yi Tiwang saw that his firearm did not hit the target at such a close distance, he could not help but curse Rice Bucket. He was about to order his men to shoot again, but he felt his vision blur. The good-looking young man had already rushed up to him. He was so shocked that he wanted to shout. He felt the sound of wind. His big companion behind him had already rushed over to protect him.

Zhang Jingxuan had also noticed that there was a pair of robust men behind Yi Tiwang. It seemed like they were not to be trifled with. So he had planned to finish Yi Tiwang off as soon as possible. However, that pair of men was also very impressive. Although he was fast, he was still quite far away. That pair of men had been sticking close to Yi Tiwang's back all along, and the distance between them was extremely close. Therefore, Zhang Jingxuan did not succeed this time. Instead, his attack was blocked by the two men.

Zhang Jingxuan was shocked, but the two men were even more shocked.

The two men were called Borcai and Borfu. They were one of the top experts in the Mongol Empire. Yi Tiwang was the eldest prince of the largest tribe in Mongolia, Shama Khagan. He was sent to Shengjing as a daily contact. He originally wanted him to marry the Qing Dynasty's Gege, but he did not expect Murong Lingyun to fall in love with him at first sight. Since then, he did not even return to the Mongol grassland. The Qing Dynasty still needed to rely on the strength of the Mongols, so they would not be too harsh on Yitiwang. Furthermore, Murong Lingyun was only a child raised by Consort Zhuang, not the royal family of the Qing Dynasty. Many people felt that marrying her to Yi Tiwang was a good deal. There were also some women from ordinary families who felt that Murong Lingyun was really hypocritical. To be able to marry the eldest prince of Mongolia was also a good opportunity to climb up the tree and become a phoenix. She actually did not cherish it.

Because of Yi Tiwang's special identity, the Mongol grassland experts like Borcai and Bolford were really strong. Furthermore, the two of them also thought of coming to Shengjing to take a look. Find a chance to show off their skills and see how powerful the Mongol warriors were. Or was it the warriors of Qing Dynasty? As for the descendants of the Whip of God, they were now suppressed by the people of the Qing Dynasty. They were still not convinced.

However, what Borcai and Bolford did not expect was... The opponent was a young man with the shadow of a weak youth. His first attack... He had to suppress it so that the two brothers would have to attack together to barely be able to withstand his attack. However, at this moment, the two brothers were forced to the point of not being able to breathe. They really didn't have the mood to think about where this young expert came from. He was actually so brilliant.

Yi Tiwang was extremely proud of the skills of his two companions. In his heart, the glory of the Mongol warriors still shone in all directions. The opponent was such a little white face. If Borcai and the Borfu brothers joined hands, it would be a piece of cake. However, after looking at it a few more times, he felt that it was not the case.

He looked at the two brothers on his side. They looked very similar to each other in the first place. Originally, one's skin was a bit whiter, while the other was a bit darker. However, now... Both of them looked flushed. It was almost impossible to tell who was who. Looking at Zhang Jingxuan, who was fighting two opponents at the same time, he seemed to be able to handle it with ease. It seemed like he was really detestable.

Yi Tiwang knew that this kid must have a special identity as well. He knew that he couldn't be too rash in Shengjing. Although he had just killed someone, he was just a lowly commoner. It didn't matter much if he killed eight or ten of them, but this young man in front of him... But it was different.

However, he still couldn't help but hold a firearm in his hand. Through the cover of his sleeve, he quietly aimed at Zhang Jingxuan's figure. He was also hesitating. Should he do it or not? In the end, the rising jealousy overwhelmed reason. His hand slowly pressed on the trigger. He was about to press it.

One had to know that the Mongols did not only rely on their warhorses and machetes to conquer Europe and Asia. The greater contributors might even have to rely on the power of firearms. As for firearms, along with the hooves of the Mongols, it spread to West Asia and even further Europe. After combining with the local techniques and spreading them, a few hundred years later, using warships and cannons, they caused a disaster on the land of Asia.

The power of the firearms that Yitiwang was facing was more confident than that of the Borcai and Bolford brothers. It must have been because the subordinates behind him were not skilled enough that they only hurt passers-by. He did not aim at Zhang Jingxuan's vitals this time, he just wanted to shoot at his leg. After that, the two experts under him had no reason to be unable to take care of an opponent who was inconvenient to move.

He often thought very well. In other words, reality always gave him many lessons, even though he didn't want to learn anything at all.

Another loud sound was heard. It was obvious that the shot had hit the target. Yi Tiwang was overjoyed. If he killed this love rival, perhaps he would be able to hug a beauty.

"This thing is too dangerous. It's better not to play with a big-headed doll like you." Yi Tiwang, who was enjoying himself, felt his hand lighten and the firearm flew out of his hand. He opened his eyes wide and looked at it. Only then did he realize that the situation was completely different from what he had originally thought.