"Master Qi, my name is Han Xin!"

The down-and-out young man said calmly.

Huh?

Soldier Immortal Han Xin!

I didn't expect to meet him in Songhai City.

Hearing this, Ying Ziye smiled and said, "Why do you have to see me?"

Han Xin said truthfully: "In the competition between Confucianism and Legalism, Legalism shines brightest, but in fact, the Eighth Young Master is the final master of the great nation!"

After all, Han Xin pointed out some key points that ordinary people have never noticed.

"The confrontation is very clever, the young master's subordinates all use restraint!"

"Prime Minister Li Si has spoken out the law, drawing the earth as a prison, the law net of heaven and earth, imprisoning the ever-changing clones of famous masters!"

"The imperial general and military tycoon Senior Meng Tian even used a defensive formation to join forces with the golden-armored soldiers to defeat the Confucian little sage's three-village master, the gentleman and the villain's slaying technique!"

"The remaining four powerful warriors are even more powerful and have different methods. Although they have the same technique, they have restrained their opponents!"

When Ying Ziye heard this, he showed some admiration, and secretly praised in his heart: "You are worthy of being the Soldier Immortal Han Xin!"

Turning around, Ying Ziye looked at Han Xin and said, "Your Excellency, why are you here looking for me?"

When Han Xin heard this, his eyes suddenly shone with light, he knelt on one knee and said, "We are both military strategists, and we have ambitions, but we have nowhere to put them to use!"

"Only the Eighth Young Master can realize the ambitions and ideals in my heart!"

"As long as the Eighth Young Master helps me, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

Ying Ziye smiled slightly and didn't say much, just said softly.

"Come see me in three days and follow me back to Xianyang."

Then he turned around and left with Jianjiu and Yuan Tiangang.

When Han Xin heard this, he looked overjoyed and bowed to Ying Ziye again.

"Thank you, Eighth Young Master!"

Hearing the voice coming from behind, Ying Ziye just waved with his back turned and then disappeared into the crowd.

Later, Ying Ziye took Jian Jiu and others to taste various snacks at street vendors.

suddenly!

Boom boom boom!

There was the sound of regular running and the noise of people.

"It's dead, it's dead!"

Someone shouted anxiously, their voices full of fear.

"quiet!"

A cold drink sounded.

Ying Ziye looked doubtfully at the place where the crowd gathered, and said curiously: "Come on, let's go take a look."

Jian Jiu, Yuan Tiangang followed closely behind.

Not far from the street!

The crowd gathered, and a group of fifty soldiers, led by an officer, surrounded an open space.

Through the gap between the crowd and the soldiers.

Ying Ziye saw a person lying on the ground, or rather - a corpse!

In Songhai City!

There was a massive death event!

Ying Ziye was about to move forward to investigate, but was stopped by soldiers.

But when the officer saw his face, he immediately said respectfully: "Greetings to the Eighth Young Master!"

Seeing this, the soldiers hurriedly bowed and said: "Your Highness, please forgive me!"

"It doesn't have to be this way!"

Ying Ziye waved his hand calmly and said: "It is a good thing for soldiers to perform their duties loyally, so don't worry about it!"

His magnanimity immediately convinced all the soldiers to admire him secretly.

Ying Ziye looked down at the corpses on the ground, but his eyes couldn't help but be moved.

Because the identity of these corpses is extraordinary.

He is a doctor among hundreds of schools of thought!
Chapter completed!