Zong Ze was also curious, and his eyes followed him, and then he could no longer move.

In front of the Song army camp, Wang Xiao, who was holding a long iron rod in one hand, was walking towards Daming Mansion step by step.

A few hundred steps ahead were thousands of golden soldiers who were lined up.

"This...is this true?!"

Zong Ze glared at him. The man in Taoist robe must be Wang Xiao, and the two iron sticks in his hand were even more familiar.

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But the scene in front of him made Zong Ze unable to understand.

How could the liar not be afraid of death? And how could the iron rod weighing more than a thousand pounds be able to carry it?

"It's true."

Yue Fei nodded vigorously, "I will see it with my own eyes."

What he meant was to see Wang Xiao walk out of the military camp with such a heavy iron rod.

Zong Ze meant that how could that liar be so brave enough to face thousands of elite Jin soldiers alone?

Aren’t all scammers all cowards?

There was also some commotion among the Jin soldiers.

After all, it was not the first time that Wang Xiao swept the Jin soldiers with an iron stick, and the East and West Route Army had already spread all over the world.

Now that I saw Wang Xiao’s Taoist robe and the iron stick in his hand, I naturally realized that I had met the legendary immortal.

You know, even their boss, Wanyan Changdu, was captured by this immortal.

The reason why I didn’t panic or even collapsed directly was because I had never experienced it myself and I still had the desire to be lucky.

What if it's just nonsense.

In this era without Internet or mobile phones, hearing-telling things are hard to convince the public.

Only when you see it with your own eyes and get beaten with your own eyes can you truly understand fear.

Wanhu Mengsha sneered and fell down the armor, raising the axe in his hand.
Chapter completed!