The convoy had a smooth journey back. It was still Miss Zhao's luxurious car, and the warm, fragrant, and soft jade-like charm of a young girl. However, this time, everyone had their own thoughts.
Sun Lang opened the small porcelain bottle and dripped two drops of essential balm onto his sleeve. Sima Ping's concoction skills were indeed excellent. Only a small portion was absorbed by the cloth, while the majority of the essential balm seeped into the robe and slid onto the surface of the skin. The paladin smiled with satisfaction … Very good, very good, useful, useful.
The next problem was how to launch it … Water gun?
No, it was too troublesome to design, and the target was too obvious.
Close combat?
There was no meaning at all …
Well, if that was the case …
Sun Lang looked at his fingers. If he dripped the essential balm onto his fingers and then …
Well, he meant to use the Divine Flicking Finger technique to flick it out.
Lascivious people would definitely think the wrong way.
He put his middle finger and thumb together and flicked it a few times. A slight sound swept through the air. How to control the force was a great skill.
If the force was too light, it would not be able to be flung out. If the force was slightly too strong, the liquid might explode. However, if the force was too strong, the flying essential balm would become a terrifying hidden weapon that could pierce through clouds and split rocks. It would directly penetrate the opponent's [Beep — —]. Not only would it be too yellow and too violent, but it would also lose the meaning of essential balm …
After deciding on the direction of his research, Sun Lang threw himself into the intense and serious work of martial arts research. How to quietly eject the complete essential balm with a relatively light force was the next martial arts problem to be solved. This research not only required a strong martial arts experience, but also required the use of fluid mechanics, classical mechanics, aerodynamics, and many other knowledge. It was an extremely academic research research, the kind that was enough to make the erudite and multi-talented Huang Yaoshi unable to show his face.
"I feel like I can vaguely hear the roar produced by the resonance between the coffin lid and the Dimensional Wall …" Sun Lang kept flicking his fingers with a subtle expression. "… Forget it. Even if Huang Yaoshi is so angry that he breaks out of the coffin and crosses the Dimensional Wall to hit me, it doesn't matter … Anyway, he can't beat me. If you have the ability, you can bring your daughter along!"
Just as Sun Lang was conducting his martial arts research, Miss Zhao and Sima Ping were also whispering to each other. It was obvious that this fledgling medical student had been tricked by Miss Zhao into joining the Anti- Yinluo Alliance. Furthermore, it was obvious that he would become the backbone and capable general of the flat-chested side.
After hearing Miss Zhao accuse Zhang Yinluo of his evil deeds, Sima Ping was filled with righteous indignation. "This is too much!
We have to teach that woman a lesson and knock down her arrogance. Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you have a pair of vulgar breasts!
What's so good about such a troublesome thing! "
In her mind, she had already outlined the image of an arrogant, flirtatious, scheming, and shameless devil with a pair of chests. Then, she said seriously, "Sister Zhao, do you have any ideas?
We have to think of a way to teach that cow spirit a lesson! "
"Do … I have a way …" Miss Zhao covered her face with her sleeves, as if she was still feeling helpless and sad about being bullied by Zhang Yinluo. The girl sobbed and said, "Sister Ping … That … You … Do you have … that … something that can shrink the cow spirit's breasts … For example, acupuncture or medicine …"
Sima Ping was stunned for a moment. After a while, she said with a complicated look in her eyes, "If I had such a convenient thing, I would have spread it around the world and let all my sisters use it …"
"That's true …" Miss Zhao looked very disappointed and continued to pretend to cry. "I knew it. The cow spirit isn't so easy to defeat … Oh, oh, oh …"
"… What dangerous things are you two talking about?" Sun Lang squinted and said, "People should have dreams, to realize them, and to work hard!
If your breasts are not big, then you should find a way to make them bigger. Never give up. You should improve yourself instead of attacking your competitors. It's meaningless to rely on that kind of method to win the breast championship! "
He looked at the two girls seriously and said, "What you're doing is no different from the perverted glasses scientist who wants to develop a large-scale mind interferometer because he can't find a girlfriend, and the perverted shit-blowing necromancer who wants to develop a powerful feminizing potion that can be dropped in the atmosphere with rain because he can't find a girlfriend!"
Sima Ping had a subtle look on her face and said, "I feel that you just casually insulted two very powerful people …"
"Heh heh heh heh heh heh …" Sun Lang raised a hand and covered his face. He let out a low and cold laugh. "Although this Great Health Power has brought me endless trouble, this power is also the proof that I'm stronger than those two guys!
I'm not the same as them! "
"…" Sima Ping didn't know what kind of expression she should show. She also didn't know what Sun Lang was talking about. Suddenly, noise gradually came from the front. Young Miss Zhao's spirit was roused. She pushed open the window and looked into the distance. She smiled and said, "Ah, we're almost at Mingzhou City."
Inside the west gate of Mingzhou City, several people were strolling around aimlessly. The leader was a young master who lightly fanned himself. His white robes fluttered, and there was a sheathed longsword at his waist. Although it looked ordinary and mediocre, martial artists with sharp spiritual senses could easily detect the faint bloody aura that lingered around the sword … Swords were watered with fresh blood and gained intelligence over time. This was an extremely dangerous sword.
And the person who used it was undoubtedly an even more dangerous person.
The martial artists on the road either relied on their instincts or spiritual senses to avoid this group of people who were not to be trifled with. And in the eyes of ordinary people, this was just a handsome young master carrying a sword in Jianghu, protected by a group of attendants.
Young Master Wuhen lightly fanned himself, admiring the scenery of Mingzhou. He said indifferently, "That Young Miss Zhao is not in Marquis Jingan fu. It's said that she left yesterday … Where did she go?
Or did she receive some kind of information in advance? "
"The possibility is not high."
The Old Boxer who was following beside him slowly said, "We take orders directly from our master and personally receive missions. Up and down the line, there is no link where intelligence is handled. The possibility of information being leaked is minuscule … It should be just a coincidence."
Young Master Wuhen nodded and muttered, "Then where did she go …"
"Maybe it's just her personal matters. You're too suspicious."
The Old Boxer shook his head and said, "Our primary mission is to track down the whereabouts of that horned tiger. Why are you concerned about Marquis Jingan fu?
On the surface, we have the identity of the Imperial Astronomer as a cover. Why don't we find Hu Shouxin and directly ask him? "
"Those old soldiers of the Imperial Astronomer all have their eyes on top of their heads and are as treacherous as ghosts. Moreover, as martial artists of the Imperial Army, they have an innate enmity and aversion towards the Imperial Astronomer. The possibility of wanting to hear the truth from Hu Shouxin's mouth is really too low, and it's easy to beat the grass and alert the snake." Young Master Wuhen shook his head and said, "But Marquis Jingan fu is different.
There's a problem with the demon tool here, and we've lost contact with the horned tiger when it came to investigate this matter. The center of all this is this Marquis fu's eldest miss. All of us seem to have underestimated her … "
His eyes suddenly brightened. The crowd at the city gate in the distance moved aside, and a group of people and horses escorted a carriage into the city. Young Master Wuhen's eyes narrowed. "Look … this emblem and the attire of the guards. It's really effortless. That Eldest Miss Zhao is inside …"
The Old Boxer took a few glances and nodded. "It's most likely so … Then what do we do?"
Young Master Wuhen laughed softly. "The best way to track down someone is to make her reveal a flaw … The game has begun, ah. Let me first give this eldest miss a greeting gift."
His hand pressed down on the hilt of his longsword and he revealed an elegant smile. The surrounding air instantly became viscous.
But at this moment, Sun Lang, who was in the carriage, was dripping essential balm onto his finger. Feeling its viscosity and volume, he analyzed the best angle and strength to strike. After sensing an obscure murderous aura, the ranger's eyes subconsciously focused, and he instinctively counterattacked. "There's a flaw!"
A drop of essential balm passed through the carriage door and flew out.