Martial: I Started The Technological Revolution In Ancient Times

2Those nobles were lying on top of the wall. When they looked behind the group of Zhao family, they could see that there were many strong men from other families.    

    

Wherever the Zhao family went, this news had already been spread out.    

    

If he didn't go out to save them now, wouldn't that be... going against the law? Become the accomplice of the thief?!    

    

What was he waiting for?    

    

One by one, they hurriedly gathered their troops and rushed out to fight the rebels.    

    

At this moment, even if they were to die, they would die in the hands of the rebel army.    

    

As long as some important figures died in any family, regardless of whether it was in terms of rewards or settling accounts after the fall, their family would not end up in a miserable state.    

    

This was a scheme.    

    

As the head of the family, those people had to scheme in this way.    

    

If it wasn't for this, then what right did a clan have to remain standing for a thousand years?    

    

Based on luck?    

    

They did not lack the courage to cut off an arm.    

    

Each and every one of them rushed out of their houses and blocked the streets.    

    

Everyone shouted and carried their weapons to fight with their lives on the line.    

    

However, the shadow didn't care. What he cared about the most was the people from the Zhao family in front of him.    

    

"How did you get here? There is a senior from Zhensan Chuan, Cui Lai, standing guard in front of us!"    

    

He asked in a deep voice.    

    

He looked up and down at the group of people from the Zhao family.    

    

Everyone heard him and looked over curiously.    

    

Everyone knew that the city was filled with the checkpoints of the rebel army. It seemed impossible for them to walk freely in the city.    

    

Now that Shadow had said that there was an expert guarding it, it was reasonable to say that no one should be able to walk over. This... Zhao Wuji, who didn't know the young duke of Zhao family? Apart from them, there was no one else. Could it be that there was a hidden expert in Zhao family? Could it be that he had blocked the rebels?    

    

That was why they were able to come here?    

    

When they thought of this, they couldn't help but feel touched.    

    

It wasn't easy for the Zhao family to escape, so they should find a place to hide. However, they risked their lives and shouted along the street, letting people know the truth of the rebellion. And now, they were surrounded... They were using their lives to send a message.    

    

How could he not be respected?!    

    

But in the next moment, everyone was stunned.    

    

Young High Duke Zhao gently put down the thick rope on his shoulder.    

    

Then he wiped the blood on his cheek and grinned, saying, "That senior gave in to me. He's really strong. If we fight seriously, I won't be a match for him."    

    

"What? "    

    

The same two words came out of the shadow's mouth and came out from the hearts of everyone present.    

    

The young duke of Zhao family was actually a martial arts master?!    

    

Who would believe this?    

    

Because it was completely illogical, and it was also impossible to explain this logic clearly.    

    

But now, the Zhao family's young duke was standing in front of the shadow with a smile on his face, and he was standing at the foot of the shadow. He looked like an expert.    

    

Everyone was dumbfounded.    

    

Everyone knew that there were three young lords in the Zhao family. One of them died in the northern region, and the other... was a famous piece of trash. He had offended Xiao Yun because of some trivial matters.    

    

It was precisely because of this that the Zhao family and the Xiao family had become like this, the culprit behind all of this.    

    

The last young lord was the youngest child in this generation of the Zhao family.    

    

He rarely appeared in front of the people of the world. He was like a daughter of a noble family.    

    

His impression of him was that of a weak and gentle scholar. Compared to Zhao Wuji's arrogant and despotic appearance, it was the complete opposite!    

    

But now...    

    

The one who held the thick rope and pulled Zhao Wuji to escape was him, and the one who revealed his powerful martial power was also him!    

    

This...    

    

It really looked like Xiao Yun!    

    

Zhao Wuji, on the other hand, had a face full of pride as he laughed loudly and said, "My family has Lin Er, to suppress the rebellion and save the imperial power, all of you should surrender quickly. ! "    

    

Everyone heard him.    

    

They knew that Zhao Wuji felt like he could do it again.    

    

Even though his hair was disheveled and his face was in a sorry state, his imposing manner was gradually getting stronger.    

    

The young duke of Zhao family smiled bitterly and turned his head to look at his old man.    

    

His expression was a little awkward.    

    

Then he said helplessly, "Grandpa, this chivalrous man is called Shadow. He is a famous figure in the martial arts world. In terms of bravery, he can be ranked in the top ten in the entire world. Even my master, who never let me take him as my master, has to give him some face when he sees Shadow. If a senior like him wants to kill a junior like his grandson, it would really be a piece of cake."    

    

It was a simple sentence.    

    

It seemed ordinary.    

    

There were even some complaints.    

    

However, in the ears of smart people, it was completely different.    

    

His words, on the one hand, mentioned his teacher's heritage. It meant that there was someone behind him, a martial arts expert.    

    

Seeing the shadow give him some face meant that this person's ability was similar to the shadow's. His status in the martial arts world was probably on par with the shadow's.    

    

He also said that he was a junior and that Shadow was a senior.    

    

According to the rules of the martial arts world, when a senior hit a junior, he could not beat them to death.    

    

Shadow's current power depended on his personal strength, and also his reputation in the martial arts world.    

    

He would definitely do less of such things that would damage his reputation.    

    

That was it.    

    

This simple sentence revealed wisdom!    

    

Just this sentence alone had made everyone look at the young duke of Zhao family in a new light.    

    

This fellow is really strong!    

    

Why didn't I notice it before?    

    

With such a figure in the Zhao family, I'm afraid that he will still be an unparalleled existence in the future.    

    

The shadow was also shocked.    

    

The opponent was just too young.    

    

Could he be twenty years old?    

    

Why was he so calculative?    

    

More importantly, how could his martial arts be so good? Even if the senior underestimated his opponent, logically speaking, it was impossible for him to defeat him.    

    

Moreover, looking at the bloodstains on his body, it was likely that it was not like what he had said, a side giving in to him, but a tragic battle.    

    

His victory was also a miserable victory.    

    

Moreover, from his tone, it seemed like this fellow really dared to compete with him?    

    

The young duke of Zhao family stretched out his hand and expressed his attitude.    

    

He wanted to fight.    

    

Newborn calves were not afraid of tigers.    

    

Or was he purely trying to stall for time?    

    

No matter which one it was.    

    

Shadow wouldn't care.    

    

He sneered and extended his hand as well.    

    

His middle finger formed a seal and shot out.    

    

There was nothing in his hand, but a force suddenly appeared out of nowhere and rushed towards the forehead of the Zhao family's young duke.    

    

The young duke raised his hand.    

    

Puff!    

    

It sounded out of thin air.    

    

He then put down his hand and looked at the shadow with a smile on his face.    

    

The shadow was obviously stunned for a moment.    

    

However, his expression became happier and happier.    

    

His fingers flicked continuously.    

    

The same thing happened to Young High Duke Zhao. He used his palm to shake a few times in front of his body.    

    

The surrounding people didn't quite understand their actions.    

    

Why?    

    

What were the two of them doing?    

    

One? A fly?    

    

More importantly, where did this sound come from?    

    

It sounded quite scary.    

    

Bang! Bang!    

    

It was as if a giant hammer had been used to hammer a large iron wok.    

    

While everyone was still confused, the two of them did not make much of a change in their movements.    

    

Until...    

    

After a bang.    

    

Young High Duke Zhao suddenly raised his head back and somersaulted on the spot. He took a few steps back and somersaulted twice.    

    

He suddenly stomped on the ground.    

    

The limestone cracked slightly!    

    

At the same time, blood slowly flowed out from Zhao Laogong's forehead. It was extremely eye-catching on his fair skin.    

    

The crowd was even more surprised.    

    

They could not understand what the two were doing. Now that he was injured, could it be that... they were fighting before?    

    

They were using a method that no one else could understand.    

    

But why was Young High Duke Zhao injured?    

    

And he was injured on his forehead?    

    

Young Duke Zhao took a deep breath and wiped the blood from his forehead, but he still had a smile on his face.    

    

"Senior is truly powerful. It's very difficult for this kid to be Senior's match."    

    

"Since you know, then withdraw."    

    

"Junior understands. Senior has already shown mercy just now. Otherwise, as long as Senior places a grain of sand on his finger, Junior's hand would be riddled with holes. The hole on his head would probably be deep into his brain."    

    

The shadow frowned and said in a deep voice, "Quickly withdraw. "    

    

Young High Duke Zhao smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that I don't want to retreat, but I can't. Behind me is my grandfather, one of the three dukes of Qin Country. The position of Grand Preceptor is the backbone of Qin Country. And behind this junior was not only him, but also the root bone of the Qin Country. If this junior retreats, the Qin Country will lose in this junior's heart."