I'm a useless prince, so what if I know a little bit of chemistry?

This scene shocked Heisha and Chunfang suddenly, but it was too late to stop it.

Whoosh!

puff!

There was a sound of breaking air, followed by the sound of an arrow entering the body.

"what!"

Uncle Hu screamed in pain and blood gushed out from his wounds.

I saw a thin bamboo pole stuck in Mr. Hu Sanye's thick wrist, and blood was dripping onto the ground along the bamboo pole.

Moreover, three fingers of Mr. Hu Sanye had fallen to the ground, as if they had been chopped off by a sharp weapon.

He is already disabled.

Everything happened in a flash, leaving no one able to react.

Lin Fan saw clearly that when Mr. Hu San drew his sword, Yang Wenhu and Heisha had already stopped fighting.

The two of them shook their hands at the same time.

The two hidden weapons hit Mr. Hu Sanye respectively, leading to the current scene.

"You! Yang Wenhu, don't forget, I have the leverage over you!" the middle-aged man shouted, pointing at Yang Wenhu angrily.

"Yang is absolutely unwilling to allow you to do evil and hurt people's lives for my own selfish desires." Yang Wenhu retorted.

At this moment, with his hands behind his back, he looked like a great master.

"Good job, I, Heisha, admire you." Heisha praised.

"Your skill is still better. You can cut off his finger accurately. I, Yang, can't help but feel inferior." Yang Wenhu said very humbly.

"Brother Yang, thank you very much." Lin Fan clasped his fists towards Yang Wenhu and thanked him.

After what happened just now, Lin Fan also discovered that both Yang Wenhu and Heisha were not simple in skills.

The black sand cut off Mr. Hu Sanye's fingers with incredible precision.

And Yang Wenhu was able to control such a thin bamboo pole and shoot at Mr. Hu Sanye's wrist from a long distance, which showed his ability.

"Yang Wenhu, you..." The ruffian's face looked extremely ugly, but he was frightened by Yang Wenhu's eyes and dared not make any unnecessary movements.

"I told you not to hurt anyone!"

Yang Wenhu put his hands behind his back and glanced at the people around him.

"Hahaha, Yang Wenhu, you're quite brave!" Another voice came from outside the Taoist temple.

"Your Majesty!"

The middle-aged man looked towards the gate with a respectful expression.

Prince?

Lin Fan also looked at the door, wondering who on earth dared to be so lawless in the capital?

"A bunch of rubbish, you can't even handle such a small matter!"

A middle-aged man walked in from the door. He was wearing a yellow robe and holding a gentleman's fan in his hand. He also wore a black hat and looked either rich or noble.

"Iron Hat King, Lin Zhengguo?"

Seeing the person coming, Lin Fan was slightly stunned.

The visitor was Prince Lin Zhengguo of Daliang, who was also the younger brother of the current Emperor Liang. However, he never asked about government affairs and devoted himself to business.

It can be regarded as Daliang’s purse.

"Isn't the eldest prince a little disrespectful to his elders?" Lin Zhengguo narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Fan.

"Second uncle, you came at the right time. These people tried to occupy this barren mountain." Lin Fan knew that Lin Zhengguo was the mastermind behind this, but how could his current power compare to Lin Zhengguo's?

"Oh? Is it really like this?" Lin Zhengguo narrowed his eyes and looked around.

"Your Highness, this is all your fault..." A scoundrel trembled and was so scared that he couldn't speak clearly.

"Huh?" Lin Zhengguo frowned, and saw an old man walking out from behind, holding a knife, and leaping over in a few steps.

With a wave of the knife, the scoundrel's head rolled several times on the ground.

"Eldest Prince, it's my fault that I didn't discipline you well. Haha, we are all family, you can't blame your second uncle, right?" Lin Zhengguo narrowed his eyes, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"How is that possible? We are all family."

Lin Fan was smiling cheerfully, looking harmless.

"In that case, Second Uncle won't bother you any more." Lin Zhengguo turned around and left without any hesitation.

"Why is he involved?"

Lin Fan stared at Lin Zhengguo's back as he left, thinking for a long time. He couldn't even figure out what Lin Zhengguo's intention was in choosing a barren mountain as his base.

On the hillside, Lin Zhengguo winked at the old man beside him.

The old man understood immediately.

"what!"

"My Lord, please spare me...ah!"

"Run!"

"..."

In just a few breaths, all the ruffians and Mr. Hu Sanye turned into corpses.

"Your Majesty, I..."

The middle-aged man kept swallowing and trembling with fear.

"Move everything. If anything goes wrong, you should know the consequences!" Lin Zhengguo said coldly without even turning his head.

"Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely take care of this matter!" The middle-aged man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and agreed repeatedly.

……

Lin Fan clasped his fists towards Yang Wenhu and thanked him, "Thank you, Brother Yang, for saving me."

"You're welcome. I just don't want them to kill innocent people."

Yang Wenhu's tone was a little cold.

"Brother Yang, you have such skills, why don't you work for the court?" Lin Fan asked tentatively.

"Oh, the court?"

Yang Wenhu sneered and walked straight out of the Taoist temple.

"Master Hou?"

Heisha had a good impression of Yang Wenhu, and even did not take advantage of him, and saved the young master.

But that doesn't mean he is willing to see his master being looked down upon in such a manner, so he wants to ask Lin Fan for instructions before taking action again.

"never mind."

Lin Fan waved his hand, signaling Heisha not to be impulsive.

Lin Fan murmured, "He is a good man indeed. I will make you come back sooner or later."

He guessed that there might be a feud between Yang Wenhu and the imperial court.

It would be a pity to miss a talent like Yang Wenhu, but fortunately there is no need to rush.

As a time traveler, how can you not have the heroic spirit of "all the heroes in the world are within my reach"?

"Master Hou!"

There were bursts of sounds of armor scaling, accompanied by heavy footsteps. A team of about 500 people, led by Xiang Long, arrived outside the Taoist temple.

Lin Fan smiled and said jokingly, "Brother Xiang, you are late."

"I am late, please punish me, my lord." Xiang Long knelt on one knee and asked for forgiveness.

"Brother Xiang, why do you have to do this? I am already very grateful that you can bring so many people here."

Lin Fan pulled Xiang Long up and shouted to the five hundred soldiers:

"Brothers, thank you for your hard work. I'll give you one ounce of silver each!"

"Your Highness, this..." Xiang Long wanted to refuse but was stopped by Lin Fan.

"Brothers, why don't you thank the Marquis!" Xiang Long immediately understood and shouted to the brothers behind him.

"Thank you, Lord Marquis!"

Although the shouts of five hundred people were not as loud as those of tens of thousands of people, they still resounded through the sky.

Xiang Long understood that under the current situation, Nian Gui’s own soldiers would sooner or later fall into Lin Fan’s hands, and they were only beginning to make contact now.

Lin Fan has the military power. Even if Emperor Liang wants to move against Lin Fan, he will have to think twice if he is not absolutely sure.

"Withdraw." Lin Fan waved his hand and gave the order.

"Yes!"

Five hundred soldiers were divided into two rows, leaving a path for Lin Fan to pass through.

Walking on the road with five hundred soldiers, Lin Fan suddenly felt extremely heroic.

But there are only 500 people. If there were 5,000 or 50,000, how impressive would it be?

After returning to the Imperial City, Lin Fan leaned back in his chair.

Chun Fang gently rubbed Lin Fan's temples to relieve his fatigue.

"Chun Fang, tell me, how many assassins did my mother leave for me? And where are all these people?"