After talking about his father-in-law's errand, Chen Sheng was chatting with Yuemei in his arms, and when he heard the guards outside the door shout loudly: "Who is here? Come down!"

"There are assassins, guard the car!"

"Protect the Emperor."

The sound of long swords being unsheathed, followed by the sound of a large number of guards gathering towards the door.

"Brother, what should I do? Should I leave or stay?" asked a rough voice.

"I've found the right place, Qianlong must be here, let's break in."

Immediately afterwards, there were fierce fighting sounds outside, with a few short muffled groans from time to time.

"Silang, what should I do?" Yuemei said in panic.

Chen Sheng gently stroked her spine and said in a relaxed tone: "Don't be afraid of a concubine, just a few thieves, the guards will be able to solve it soon."

This calm expression was not pretended. Chen Sheng was really not worried. Not to mention his own strength, the guards around him were not the same as the former group of wine bags.

In the past, most of the imperial guards were heirs from the Duke and Marquis' family. Their strength was not worth mentioning. They were purely gilding and making a familiar face in front of the emperor.

But now, there are many more masters in the guards.

It’s not that Chen Sheng is foresighted, he mainly aims to facilitate practice.

After discovering that he could use other people's internal strength for himself, in order to quickly improve his internal strength, Chen Sheng recruited all the people with high internal strength from the Qing Dynasty and those with high internal strength to be guards.

"Brother, something is wrong. There are many masters in the guards. This is a trap." said a rough voice.

"These guards are so nervous. Even if they are traps, Qianlong must be in the house. The opportunity is rare, so he can fight. Although these people have experienced skills, their internal strength is not good and their reactions are slow. Your palm power is strong, just rush forward and leave it to me on both sides and behind." A slightly old voice said firmly.

"good."

Then, a roar like thunder sounded from time to time.

The fighting sounds became more and more intense, and the center of the battle was getting closer and closer to the door.

"Long live, are you avoiding me?" Li Yu said worriedly.

"A bunch of waste." Chen Sheng cursed. The bullshit master just lost some internal strength and suffered a few damages every day. Why did he become a soft-legged shrimp? So many people couldn't even stop two assassins.

Chen Sheng stood up and was about to take Yuemei to the inner room to avoid it.

Hearing a "boom", the door of the room was split into pieces, and a guard threw blood and fell in.

Without the barrier of the door, the situation outside is fully visible.

There were many people outside the house, with only two assassins, and the rest were guards who came to protect the carriage.

Although there are many guards, their strength is far worse than that of the assassin. Due to space limitations, only more than ten people besieged the assassin at the same time, so the others could only worry.

The assassin rushing in front was a tall and strong man. He used no weapons and was completely dependent on his palms to fight against the enemy. With his hands on his palms, his palms were like thunder, and he was quick and powerful.

The guards blocking him could not resist it at all. Every time the man made a palm, a guard would be hit, his chest collapsed, and he vomited blood and flew out.

The other assassin was an old man in his sixties and had short beards. He was even more powerful than the man in front of him. The long sword in his palm was danced into a silver light. He could not only protect himself during the siege of the guards, but also distracted from taking care of both sides of the man.

"Qianlong, let the guards retreat. It was an old lady from the Chen family in Haining, Zhejiang who asked me to come." Seeing Chen Sheng in the house, the old man shouted.

What does it mean?

At the critical moment, expose the employer’s information. Are you trying to negotiate?

People's hearts are not as old as the killers nowadays have no professional ethics. Chen Sheng said angrily: "No matter how much money she pays, I will pay ten times."

"Qianlong, your death is here, we didn't come for money." The man slapped the long sword that was slashing in front of him and shouted, then said to the old man behind him: "Brother, don't talk nonsense to this dog emperor. When I rush in, I will kill him with one palm."

"Oh, it seems you know nothing." The old man sighed and said to the man: "Don't kill him, hold him first, I have something to say to him."

"What's there to say about the Emperor of Tartars?" The man muttered, and seeing that he was only a few steps away from the door, he withdrew his palms, lifted his breath and pushed forward.

Amid the muffled thunder, two guards were knocked away and a passage was knocked out. The man followed closely with his light skills. As the other guards came up, he jumped into the room and rushed towards Chen Sheng.

The man was in mid-air, and his right hand was grabbed and held at Chen Sheng's neck.

Chen Sheng protected Yuemei behind him and greeted him with a cloud dragon claw.

In the Da Nei Library, all the skills of each sect are included, but Chen Sheng has been in contact with it for too short, so he has read a few books according to his preference and has not practiced much.

When facing the enemy, I still use Baguazhang that I learned from the previous world.

The moment before the contact, the two of them turned into palms at the same time and fought each other.

When the two palms fight, the internal force surges.

Chen Sheng's powerful internal force that had been in his body for nearly a hundred years surged out together. Once he had a little contact with the opponent's internal force, he would be defeated and returned.

It was a bit unexpected, but as Chen Sheng expected, although his internal strength was huge, it was too complicated, with more than a dozen internal strengths of each school and sect.

He can turn others' internal strength into his own use, but he cannot change the internal strength attributes.

It is normal for the internal strength to be poor enough to fight the opponent. I just didn't expect that I would lose so quickly, and I couldn't resist it for a little bit.

Chen Sheng was defeated by internal force, and the man's internal force attacked in with his arm.

The alien internal force entered the body, and then it was a familiar link that Chen Sheng had. His spiritual consciousness gathered and he collided with the opponent's internal force.

"Puff." The man's mind was as if he was struck by lightning. He was lost in his mind and a short knife stabbed into his heart.

"Fourth brother!" The old man who stayed at the door blocked the guards, saw the man's death, his eyes were bloodshot and he shouted in grief.

Then the old man's sword light surged, killing the guard coefficient in front of him, lifted a corpse with his toes, kicked it out, knocked down a large guard, and turned around and rushed towards Chen Sheng.

Chen Sheng faced the old man's body, and he knew that he was no match for the old man, especially when the other party was using weapons, so it was difficult to have the opportunity to fight for internal strength and could not use his spiritual sense to plot against him.

But Chen Sheng did not escape. He had only practiced light skills for a few days and could not escape the other party at all. He would be caught up in a few steps.

I can only find a way to hold the old man back for a few breaths and wait for the guards to come over to have a chance. Now I am betting on the old man's affection for the man, whether he will care about the man's body.

Chen Sheng shrank behind the corpse and used the corpse as a shield. The old man indeed threw himself into a mouse and was afraid of the weapon. The sword did not stab him, but grabbed the collar of the back of the corpse with his left hand, trying to snatch the corpse.

"Ah." The old man cried out in pain. When he grabbed the man's back, a blade emerged from the body and pierced his palm.

When the old man was in pain, Chen Sheng kicked the corpse at the old man, and at the same time, he used the force to retreat quickly.

After crossing the imperial case, Chen Sheng raised his hand to overturn it, blocked it in front of him, and then pulled Yuemei, who was still screaming, pressed under him, and hid behind the imperial case together.
Chapter completed!