"puff!"
The thunderbolt flew out, crashed into the ancient antelope horse car, and pierced the Hachioji's vest.
The arrow exploded and turned into a fist-sized thunderball, and lightning bolts were released from the thunderball, leaving a bloody hole the size of a bowl on Hachioji's back.
"Shua!"
A chunky black figure rushed into the car, and with a flash of the knife, he cut off the head of Hachioji and put it in a leather bag.
With a sinister smile on his lips, he rushed out of the ancient antelope carriage with the bag on his back.
After a moment, it disappeared into the hazy night.
Yun'er noticed the abnormal noise, and immediately controlled the ancient antelope horse to stop, calling out: "His Royal Highness, what happened just now? His Royal Highness, Eighth Prince!"
She carefully opened the curtain of the car, only to see a headless dead body sitting inside, the car was full of blood, it was horrifying.
Yun'er let out a scream and fainted from fright.
...
Two black shadows, one tall and one short, quickly shuttled through the royal city, and not long after, they came to the riverside of the moat.
Han Qingluo had her hands behind her back, her tall figure cast a long reflection under the moonlight.
Standing under the willow tree by the river, she stared at the bright moon in the river, and said lightly, "Mission completed?"
"Reporting to Miss Han, the task is much easier than we imagined. He won't even have a chance to fight back if he succeeds in one blow." said the tall and thin man in black.
Another chunky man in black laughed and said, "What kind of young genius is so vulnerable, it's a complete joke."
Han Qingluo nodded lightly, and said: "Both of you are at the Great Perfection of Huangji Realm, and you are also professional assassins. It is indeed not difficult to kill him. Have you brought the head?"
"Brought it!"
The tall, thin man in black took out the animal skin bag, put it on the ground, opened the bag, and a bloody human head emerged from the bag.
Han Qingluo looked at the head in the bag, her expression changed slightly, and she said coldly, "Are you sure that the person you killed was the Ninth Prince?"
The tall and thin man in black and the short and fat man in black looked at the head in the bag, and they were startled, only to realize that they had killed the wrong person.
They knelt on the ground immediately, trembling all over, and said: "Miss Han, give us another chance, we will definitely behead the Ninth Prince and send it to you."
"You have no chance!"
Han Qingluo shook her head and said, "You didn't kill the Ninth Prince, but the Eighth Prince. Even I will be severely punished for making such a big mistake. Do you think you still have a chance to survive?"
"Miss Han, spare me!"
"Miss Han, spare me!"
Suddenly, the tall and thin man in black and the short and fat man in black jumped up like lightning at the same time, and shot at the fastest speed, attacking Han Qingluo.
No way, the mission failed, and instead killed the eighth prince by mistake. For such a big mistake, the two of them will definitely be executed by Han Qingluo.
Since it is death, why not give it a go?
As long as Han Qingluo was killed, they would immediately escape from the royal city. From now on, the sky is high and the earth is far away, as long as they hide, no matter how powerful the Queen Empress is, she may not be able to find them.
Han Qingluo is only at the Great Perfection of Huangji Realm, and the two of them teamed up by surprise, so there may not be a chance to kill her.
Han Qingluo smiled mockingly, her five fingers turned into claws, and her nails became extremely sharp.
"puff!"
Her claws penetrated the chest of the tall and thin man in black, and dug out a bloody heart.
The tall and thin man in black watched helplessly, his heart was crushed by Han Qingluo, he only felt a pain in his heart, and fell straight on the ground.
Afterwards, Han Qingluo slashed out with her palm quickly, and her palm was wrapped in a layer of icy true energy.
"Wow!"
The palm swung across, sharper than a blade, and directly chopped off the head of the chunky man in black.
They are both at the Great Perfection of the Huangji Realm, but Han Qingluo is much stronger than them. Even if seven or eight warriors from the Great Perfection of the Yellow Realm join forces, they may not be her opponent.
She specializes in killing skills, and once she makes a move, blood will be seen in one blow.
"The killing of the eighth prince will definitely cause a huge shock in the royal city, and there is no chance to assassinate the ninth prince. I must rush back to the palace immediately, report the news to the queen, and prepare a countermeasure in advance."
Han Qingluo threw the two corpses into the moat, dried the blood on her palms, and then turned into a blue shadow, and immediately returned to the palace.
...
Zhang Ruochen communicated with Zon and learned a lot about the inscription patterns.
At the same time, Zon also talked a lot about refining equipment, which aroused Zhang Ruochen's interest in refining equipment.
Shan Xiangling continued to stay at the Inscription Pattern Guild to learn how to refine weapons, while Zhang Ruochen left first.
Walking out of the inscription pattern guild, Zhang Ruochen looked around, frowned slightly, and said, "Where did Sister Yun'er go? She won't go back to the palace first, right? She shouldn't!"
Zhang Ruochen didn't think much about it. After all, he was in Wushi, where the public security was stable. There shouldn't be any accidents. He probably left in a hurry.
Afterwards, he went to Pill City, intending to buy some high-grade pills to help him practice.
Come to Qingxuan Pavilion again.
As soon as he entered the gate, Mo Hanlin immediately greeted him with a smile all over his face, and said, "Your Highness Ninth Prince, do you want to buy pills again? The proprietress has already ordered that as long as His Royal Highness Ninth Prince buys pills, it will be half price."
"The proprietress is so generous?" Zhang Ruochen was slightly surprised.
Mo Hanlin narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "The proprietress is not so generous to everyone, and only His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince can be treated like this."
Zhang Ruochen asked, "How much is the Sanqing Zhenqi Pill?"
Sanqing Zhenqi Pill is a second-grade elixir, which has the same medicinal effect as Juqi Pill, but its medicinal power is more than ten times stronger. Moreover, the true qi cultivated by taking the Wuqing Zhenqi Pill is more pure than the true qi cultivated by taking the Gathering Qi Pill.
"Five thousand silver coins, one." Mo Hanlin stretched out five fingers and shook Zhang Ruochen.
so expensive!
Even the top geniuses of those big families cannot take this kind of pill every day, and it is estimated that they will be given one pill every half a year.
Alchemists and alchemists are too profitable!
Zhang Ruochen said: "I want to buy ten."
"Ten Pills of Sanqing Zhenqi." After Mo Hanlin wrote it down, he said, "Ninth Prince, do you need to buy any other pills?"
"Give me another hundred second-grade blood pills." Zhang Ruochen said.
The blood pill purchased last time has been used up and must be purchased again.
With Zhang Ruochen's current martial arts cultivation base, he can already digest the blood energy of the second grade blood pill.
Ordinary Dzogchen warriors in the Huangji Realm only take first-grade blood pills. However, Zhang Ruochen didn't care about spending more money, as long as his cultivation could improve quickly, no matter how much money he spent, it would be worth it.
Although the price of the second-grade blood pill is much more expensive than that of the first-grade blood pill, the benefits to the body are much more.
The blood energy of a first-grade blood pill can only provide a warrior with energy for a day. But the second-grade blood pill can provide warriors with energy for three days.
"Second Grade Blood Pill, 30 silver coins each. A total of 100!" Mo Hanlin wrote it down again.
Zhang Ruochen continued to search on the counter, and suddenly, he saw a third-grade elixir that could help warriors temper their bodies, the Celestial Elephant Red Fire Pill.
The most urgent thing for Zhang Ruochen now is to improve his physical fitness. The stronger his physical body, the more helpful it will be for his future cultivation.
Think of cultivation as building a building, then the most important thing is the foundation, the stronger the foundation, the higher the building can be built.
The cultivation of Huangji Realm is to temper the body, open up meridians, and lay the foundation for the future cultivation of warriors.
"Astronomical Red Fire Pill, how much is it?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
Mo Hanlin's eyes lit up, and he said, "Tianxiang Scarlet Fire Pill is a third-grade elixir. It is made from Tianxiang's bone marrow and blood, and it also adds red fire lotus seeds. The price is very expensive. One piece is 80,000 silver coins. "
No matter how expensive it is, Zhang Ruochen will still buy it.
Zhang Ruochen asked: "How many pieces are there in Qingxuan Pavilion?"
"Seven pieces in total!" Mo Hanlin said.
"Okay! It's all sold!" Zhang Ruochen said.
Afterwards, Zhang Ruochen bought another 20 copies of marrow washing liquid and a bottle of healing elixir.
Holding the abacus, Mo Hanlin calculated for a long time, and said: "Ten Sanqing Zhenqi Pills, fifty thousand silver coins.
One hundred second-grade blood pills, three thousand silver coins.
Seven celestial red fire pills, 560,000 silver coins.
Twenty parts of marrow washing liquid, four thousand silver coins.
Ten Saint Nie Dan, 20,000 silver coins.
The total sum is... 637,000 silver coins, calculated at half price, it is 318,500 silver coins. "
Even though Zhang Ruochen was mentally prepared, he was taken aback by spending more than 300,000 silver coins. The price of the seven astronomical scarlet fire pills was too expensive, but luckily it was half price, which was within Zhang Ruochen's acceptance range.
"If all seven celestial phenomena red fire pills are refined, my physique will definitely reach the level of the previous life." Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.
After paying 318,500 silver coins to Qingxuan Pavilion, Zhang Ruochen's assets were only 800,000 silver coins, and all of them were stored in Wushi Bank.
Just as Zhang Ruochen left Qingxuan Pavilion, he saw a group of armored soldiers riding war horses rushing across the middle of the street, creating a cloud of smoke and dust.
A warrior next to him looked at the sergeant rushing over and sighed in a low voice: "I don't know who has the courage to kill the Eighth Prince. Now the whole city is under martial law, and even the entrance and exit of Wushi City are closed!"
"The Eighth Prince was killed?"
Zhang Ruochen clearly remembered that he had met the Eighth Prince in the Inscription Pattern Guild. Why was he killed not long ago?
"Boom!"
A team of sergeants rushed over and knelt neatly in front of Zhang Ruochen. Among them, the front one was an old eunuch who respectfully said: "His Royal Highness Ninth Prince, Your Majesty calls you back to the palace immediately!"