Yang Yi raised the Xixia general in the air, placed it horizontally in front of the horse, laughed and urged the horse to move forward.

A group of soldiers in front were afraid of the safety of the general in his hand and did not dare to stop him. They watched him walk towards the city gate.

Yang Yi walked forward without a distance of ten feet, and then he heard a bold voice coming from the front, "Barrishi, I have told you so many times. Don't underestimate the Great Hero Yang, how did you do it?"

The general who was captured by Yang Yi was named Balishi. When he heard this person scolding, he couldn't help but blush and was ashamed, and shouted: "Marson, Balishi knew he was wrong!"

An old man was wearing a helmet and armor, and rode a dark horse to Yang Yi, and sighed softly: "Yang Daxia, a small country in the border area of ​​Xixia, has rarely had military contact with your country. The relationship between the two countries is quite harmonious. You can go straight to the ground of Lingzhou, and you don't know what's going on?"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm just coming to Xixia to see the classics left by my predecessors, but I have no malice to your country."

The old man shook his head and said, "I go straight to the capital. If this is called malice, it is probably a bit unreasonable." He looked at Yang Yi and sighed, "Lingzhou is the capital of our country. It is better for the hero Yang to stop there. I know that you have extraordinary force and blood killed in Nanjing City of the Great Liao Kingdom, and even 100,000 soldiers cannot stop it. But I, Xixia and Song Kingdom, have rarely fought in recent years, and the two countries have strived to repair it, and there has never been any major war. You are a hero of the world, so why bother with my people?"

Yang Yi shook his head and said, "I came to Xixia this time not to kill people. I just explained it clearly, but I just came to search for medical books. There is no other meaning."

The old marshal looked at Yang Yi and said, "I don't know what kind of medical classics Yang Daxia wants. I can tell you that I can report to my emperor, to see if I can find this thing for you?"

Yang Yi thought for a while and said to the old man: "I have been terrified recently and don't want to kill more people. What you said makes sense. Look at this, go and tell your emperor and ask him to tell Li Qiushui, saying that I want to look for the medical classics of the Xiaoyao School recently to see how she responds?"

The old man didn't know what kind of person Li Qiushui was. He wanted to ask, but he didn't dare. After thinking about it, he said to Yang Yi: "Hiss Yang, please wait a moment, and I will report it to the city before making a reply."

Yang Yi waved to him and stopped talking.

The soldiers in front of him were furious when they saw Yang Yi being so contemptuous to the old marshal. They looked at Yang Yi viciously, wishing that the old marshal would join forces to siege and kill him.

Yang Yi sensed the murderous aura of these soldiers and smiled and didn't care.

After waiting for a long time under the siege of many soldiers, the old marshal appeared and walked over the city gate, saying to Yang Yi: "Yang Daxia, the emperor said that medical classics cannot be left to outsiders, so Yang Daxia should please go back."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Yang Yi suddenly raise his head and let out a long roar. The roar exploded in his ears like thunder, which made him dizzy and almost fell from the city gate.

Yang Yi's long roar was getting higher and higher, like the waves of anger, one wave higher than another, endless and endless.

In an instant, people shouted at the scene, and the horses were frightened and ran around and jumped wildly, falling many cavalrymen to the ground and trampling to death, crying at their fathers and mothers.

Many horses were frightened by Yang Yi's long roar and fell into silence.

The roar was getting louder and louder, and the rolling thunder sounded for dozens of miles. The rapidly changing clouds in the sky seemed to be nailed to the sky under his roar, but they did not move at all, and the wind did not change.

The ancients said that the sound of the movement was nothing more than that.

The birds flying high altitude, the flowers blooming on the roadside, and the leaves swaying on the trees all fell to the ground in the sound of his roar.

The sound of crying and shouting at my parents in Lingzhou City came faintly, and the streets were in chaos.

When Yang Yi's roar stopped, there was no one standing at the city gate, and the scene was silent.

Yang Yi took a long breath and activated the yellow horse. With the sound of the horse's hooves, he walked to the city gate, picked up the long halberd and pushed it gently. The city gate did not move at all, and it seemed that it had been locked tightly.

Yang Yi frowned, jumped off his horse, inserted his long halberd on the city wall, and suddenly exhaled. The surrounding air suddenly shook, and Yang Yi raised his arm and fist and banged forward.

He has now cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique to the eleventh level, his huge power is unparalleled, and he has also reached the realm of a martial arts master. His internal strength is increasing every day. At this time, a punch is the beginning of the Confucian and Taoist boxing method, and one punch determines the country!

When Tian Heng, the Demonic Sect, used the true body of the God of War to fight against Yang Yi, each punch and every palm had more than 100,000 kilograms of strength, but Yang Yi easily caught it. This shows that Yang Yi's strength is stronger than Tian Heng. At this time, he took full force, which was a little stronger than Tian Heng's fist.

A punch was knocked out, and the fist had not yet touched the city gate, and the force of the fist had already shaken the door.

"boom!"

The solid city gate made a huge sound under Yang Yi's punch. The wood chips flew, and the two city gates made a loud creaking sound, cracking open.

Yang Yi sat down on the horse and punched him again.

"boom!"

The entire door in front of him was blown away by him, and he passed through the door hole with the sound of wind, flew straight to Lingzhou City, cutting off the roof of a small building facing him, and a few screams came from the building, extremely panic.

After picking up the long halberd and turning on the horse, Yang Yi slowly arrived in Lingzhou City.

There was a chaotic scene on the street like a strong wind passing by, and debris were thrown all over the ground. It seemed that the people on the street were frightened by Yang Yi's roar. In a panic, they didn't care about the things in their hands, and they were still on the ground, and they could even see shoes running away from the street. There was a silence on the long street, with only the sound of yellow horses lying on the ground.

Yang Yi could feel the gaze of someone on both sides of the street at him, and thought that it should be the people of Xixia who were hiding in.

After walking along the street, there was a cry of a child in front of him. Yang Yi looked up and saw a three or four-year-old child standing in front of a shop and crying loudly, repeating a sentence constantly, as if looking for his parents.

Yang Yi came to the child and looked down. When the child saw Yang Yi coming, he cried and looked at the eprus in Yang Yi's hand curiously.

Yang Yi stretched out his elves and had already picked up the child into his arms. He smiled and said, "Little guy, are your parents missing?"

At this moment, the door of a nearby shop suddenly opened, and a woman rushed towards Yang Yi like crazy, "Dog thief, let go of my child!"

A middle-aged man held a long knife and came with the woman.

Seeing the two of them looking crazy, Yang Yi shook his head and smiled, and handed the child to the woman, "Why should the virtuous couple be so excited?"

The middle-aged woman took the child blankly and looked at Yang Yi with a confused look on her face.

Yang Yi smiled and said, "I would like to ask you one thing."

The middle-aged man holding a knife said, "What?"

Yang Yi said: "Where is the Xixia Palace?"

The middle-aged man pointed to the north with a knife in a daze

Yang Yi nodded and said, "Thank you!"

The yellow horse stepped on its four hooves and ran northward.

The remaining middle-aged couple looked at each other in a daze, not understanding the reason.

Yang Yi took a long way to beat the horse, and the palace was already in sight.
Chapter completed!