Zhao Hao's eyes lit up, and he grabbed these two simple trainees, stepped on the city wall with his feet, constantly jumping into the sky.

With Zhao Hao's current level, he can't do it in the air, but as long as he has a place to borrow strength, he can still do it without breathing through the city wall several meters high.

Of course, the Mongolian army would not watch Zhao Hao return to Xiangyang City safely and soundly. The rain of arrows arrived as scheduled and vowed to shoot Zhao Hao to death.

However, there are neither sharpshooters like Guo Jing nor masters like Jin Lun among them, and the threats to Zhao Hao are very limited.

In addition, there were people protecting the Dharma in Xiangyang City, Zhao Hao escaped from the Rain of Arrow and came to Xiangyang City without any danger.

"Ling'er, you saved my life."

At this moment, Zhao Linger is naturally the only one who can use Su Jian to help Zhao Hao.

"Haven Guo, I will never thank you for your kindness." Zhao Hao bowed.

This time without Zhao Ling'er and Guo Jing, he had a 90% chance of really dying in battle.

"Your Highness is serious, this is what Guo should do." Guo Jing said seriously.

On the battlefield, life and death are entrusted.

If you can't let your comrades hand over your back with confidence, you will not be a qualified soldier.

Zhao Hao patted Guo Jing on the shoulder and said nothing more.

Great gratitude is not thankful.

"Win."

"Win."

"Long live."

"Long live the prince."

There was a lot of cheers in Xiangyang City.

At this point in this battle, the morale of the Song army has been completely raised.

The Mongolian side suffered losses in the army and generals, at least this time it would be absolutely impossible to capture Xiangyang City.

Kublai Khan obviously understood this, and his gloomy face had no expression on his face, and finally he spit out two words: "Retreat."

Seeing Mongolia retreating troops, there was another cheer on Xiangyang City, and the sound of "Long Live" was endless.

Zhao Hao smiled faintly, and did not lose sight of the scenery at this time.

He had no choice but to take some of the slightest transgressions, and he had the ability to take them not.

But at this time, Zhao Hao spat out another mouthful of blood.

Today ~ he has hurt his heart.

"Brother, are you okay?" Zhao Ling'er's heart sank.

Zhao Hao waved his hand and chuckled, "Don't worry, not only is it okay, it's still good. I have never felt so good."

He is telling the truth.

If he could, he would rather suffer such injuries every day.

Guo Jing's eyes were filled with strange lights, staring at Zhao Hao, and exclaimed: "Your Highness is indeed a genius, and his martial arts are thousands of miles a day."

"For martial arts practitioners, the time when they are twenty to thirty is the easiest time to make a big progress, and the final potential of a person will often highlight the clues in these ten years. I rely on countless resources and my talent is top-notch. If I can't do this, I will not have the face to live in the world." Zhao Hao said unconsciously.

After all, people who are late for success like Zhang Sanfeng are a minority. Most martial arts legends must have emerged when they were young, making rapid progress at the age of 20 to 30, and often before they are forty, they have already become one of the top ranks in the world.

This is what can be called a martial arts legend.

Guo Jing, Yang Guo, Dugu Qiubai, and Ling Donglai were all like this.

Zhao Hao is far from reaching the peak now, but he has already begun to rush toward the peak.

After looking at Guo Jing, Zhao Hao's eyes flashed, and his fighting spirit surged, but he finally shook his head and said nothing.

No hurry.

…………

"Master, are you okay?" Guo Fu came to Zhongxin, with a look of concern on her pretty face.

Some people are actually really mean, while some "princesses" with princess disease are even more mean.

If your status is not as high as hers, she will take whatever you do for granted and will never be grateful to you.

In the past, Yang Guo and Wu Wu are actually the same in Guo Fu's eyes.

And when your status exceeds her, a very small favor can be remembered in her heart.

Of course, his status of loyalty is higher than that of Guo Fu.

As the position of Shaolin abbot, even Guo Jing must be a guest of honor.

Zhongxin saved Guo Fu's life, but he was hit by two spears, and the blood had dyed the cassock red.

No matter how unruly Guo Fu is, she will not turn a blind eye.

So the concern and gratitude in my eyes are not false.

Usually at this time, Wu Da and Wu would definitely be with Guo Fu.

However, the current big and small martial arts are not less injured than loyalty, and they have their own worries, so they have never seen the young lady they were thinking about day and night so concerned about an outsider.

"Miss Guo, don't worry, it's just a flesh-and-hearted injury." Zhongxin waved his hand, trying to show off his strength, but his face still showed an unconscious look of pain.

He really didn't make a show, but Zhongxin, who has been growing up in Shaolin Temple, has never seen such a battlefield fight, and has never been so traumatized.

He really felt pain.

In essence, he and Guo Fu are actually the same, flowers growing in the greenhouse.

The difference is that Guo Fu has become crooked in the greenhouse, while Zhongxin has not become crooked.

However, the strength of martial arts does not mean the strength of other aspects.

Therefore, Zhao Hao never thought that Zhongxin could go far in martial arts, even with the "Nine Yang Divine Art".

Talent and background cannot replace everything, and adventures and inheritance can only create ordinary masters.

A weak chicken is a weak chicken after all. Even if he has obtained the inheritance of the phoenix, he can only dominate among the weak chicken.

Zhongxin is not a weakling, but in Zhao Hao's eyes, he can only stop at the five lords at most.

His mind is too complicated and his status is too high. He cannot do sincere martial arts, so he naturally does not have the right to climb the peak of martial arts.

"Forget it, Master, come with me, I'll give you medicine." Guo Fu said.

Zhongxin is a monk and her life-savior. She doesn't care about some defenses between men and women.

…………

"Li Mochou, don't think that if you save our brothers, we will not seek revenge on you." Wu Dunru's face was pale and he was already weak in his words, but he still endured the pain.

Wu Xiuwen on the side also nodded repeatedly.

Li Mochou glanced at the two of them indifferently, without any sarcasm or ridicule in his eyes, as plain as water.

Turning his head, Li Mochou said to Yang Guo: "Today~ you save my life, I'll write it down."

"Fairy Li doesn't need to do this, Yang Guo is just repaying his kindness." Yang Guo said.

Li Mochou once saved his life in Jinlun's hands and fought in Zhongnan Mountain. Although Li Mochou was extreme, Yang Guo was grateful to Li Mochou in his heart.

Li Mochou nodded and said, "Okay, since that's the case, we have divorced each other, you don't have to take my kindness to heart."

She doesn't give her kindness easily, and she doesn't owe her kindness.

…………

"Ling'er, did you succeed?" Zhao Hao asked.

Zhao Linger nodded and said, "Brother, don't worry, as long as you persist for another half a month, Kublai Khan will definitely be defeated without a fight."

Zhao Hao sighed: "Half a month."

ps: I strongly recommend a book to everyone: "The Great Save of the World of Martial Arts", which is really a very good book. Ahem, okay, I admit, this is my book.
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