"Bold, Zu Daren is the second-rank general, you are a small commander of the Jinyiwei, but you are a third-rank official, and you dare to call General Zu the name of General Zu!"

A man from Jindingmen stood up and scolded Xin Hanzhifei, and at the same time took out a waist sign: "I am a general under the Shanhaiguan General..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "bang" sound, and the man had already flew backwards. The team of Jinyiwei outside flashed and the man flew straight out, landing in the yard, with blood constantly in his mouth, obviously no longer able to do it.

Everyone didn't see how Xin Han made his hands clearly. They only saw a row of phantoms flashing by. When the man flew out, Xin Han sat in his position with a faint and meaningful smile on his face.

Several disciples in the Jinding Sect were about to check, and the team of Jinyiwei in front of the door pulled out the Xiuchun sword again to block their way.

The Jinyiwei was originally a spy agency that belonged to the emperor. Everyone was in awe of it. Even the cabinet masters of the Jinyiwei would not easily offend him.

However, after the Wanli Dynasty, the Jinyiwei gradually lost its power, and the prestige of the Jinyiwei in the Chongzhen Dynasty was no longer as good as before. This was also the reason why the ginseng general who was beaten away by Xin Han dared to denounce him in front of him.

These masters of the Golden Gate's eyes turned red when they saw their fellow disciples being killed. The man who had talked to Xin Han before said angrily: "Mr. Xin, what is this?"

The Jinyiwei sealed the gate, and the martial arts heroes could no longer sit still. The noise became louder. However, when they saw the Golden Gate facing Xin Han, they all calmed down and watched the changes. Many people had the idea of ​​sitting in the mountains and watching the tiger fight.

Xin Han gently hit the armrest of the chair with his fingers and said calmly: "I know that among you, some of you, some who surrender to the vassal kings in various places, some who secretly surrender to the traitors like Li Zicheng, and even those who affair with the Jiannu and Tartars, but this is not important..."

His eyes moved from the people of the Golden Gate to the crowd, and said slowly, word by word: "From today, you only have two choices... One is to follow the governor north to kill the enemy, and the second choice is... death!"

After Xin Han finished speaking, his eyes fell from the martial arts Qunhao and then fell on the Jinding Sect's people, and asked meaningfully: "Do you understand?"

The man led by Jindingmen was already angry and furious, but he still suppressed his anger and clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Xin, we are subordinates of Master Zu..."

Xin Han sighed lightly: "You still don't understand, it's a pity that you 'Golden Pinmen'!"

After he finished speaking, his body shook slightly and appeared in front of the man. Unexpectedly, this man had already learned about Xin Han's style. When he heard that it was a pity that he had already taken care of himself when he heard that it was a pity that he had already taken care of himself.

When my eyes were blurred, I didn't even think about it, and used my special skills to take the lead and rushed forward.

When Xin Han arrived in front of him, the bald head had already hit him hard.

"It's really troublesome!" Xin Han grabbed his palm and pressed it on the man's head. No matter how hard he exerted, he could not move half an inch forward. Just as the man was about to change his move, he suddenly made a "bang" with his five fingers and one hand, and a big head exploded like a burst of water.

Xin Han waved his sleeves and his energy was everywhere. All the red and white objects that burst out from the head were rolled back and splashed on the golden sect's men, and every time they touched his body.

Xin Han said again: "It is not in vain to kill the Tartars. As long as you kill enough gold, silver, treasures, high officials, and great salaries, and secrets of magical skills, this governor can all satisfy you!"

As soon as the sweet date ran out, it immediately caused a sensation in the hall. What did they call martial arts? It was for power, money, or martial arts itself.

And Xin Han's so-called rewards were included.

These martial arts heroes looked at each other, but no one spoke for a while. Suddenly, one of them asked: "Dare you ask the leader, I don't know how many Tartars killed, but you will get ten thousand taels of gold?"

Xin Han opened his hand and stretched out his five fingers and said, "A Tartar soldier's head is one or two gold. As long as you hold your head, you will not be denied immediately. However, if someone dares to kill Liang and pretend, once it is found out, it will be destroyed!"

The discussion started with a 'wow' sound. A head is worth one or two gold, which is simply too easy to make.

In fact, Xin Han gave this condition and laughed secretly in his heart. You must know that the recording of the Eight Banners soldiers of the Tartars was just like the "battalion" in later armies.

The total number of Eight Banners of the Tatars before entering the pass was 318, and the standard for the number of people in the One Niu Record is 300, but a large number of Niu Records are not full, and one hundred people can also be compiled into One Niu Records.

Before entering the pass, there were more than 55,000 people from the Eight Banners in Manchuria. Even if the entire army came out together and did not leave a single man, the total number of the Eight Banners in Manchuria could only be about 50,000.

More than 50,000 people, one ounce of gold was given to one ounce of gold per head, Xin Han only had to pay 50,000 taels of gold to wipe out Jiannu. If this was really easy, let alone 50,000 taels of gold, I believe that he would be willing to give out even 5 million taels of gold on Chongzhen.

Someone asked again: "Dare you ask the leader how many Tartars can be killed to become an official?"

The person who asked this was an official fan, and Xin Han told them directly: "Killing more than a hundred people is a hundred households, killing thousands of people is a thousand households, killing ten thousand people is a thousand households, killing ten thousand people is a marquis directly!"

This time, more people in the martial arts world have their eyes.

Xin Han was secretly happy when he saw these people who wanted to become officials. It would be strange if these people were pursuing power. If they were not corrupt, they could be like cutting leeks. Then they could cut another crop and search all their houses!

A martial arts fanatic in Shaolin also asked, "Dare you ask the leader, if I want the secrets of magical skills, how many people do I need to kill? And what kind of martial arts can you take out?"

Xin Han smiled and said, "There are some techniques. As long as you kill ten thousand Tartar soldiers, I also have the "marrow-cleaning Sutra" that you have lost in Shaolin!"

At this moment, all the monks in Shaolin were not calm. The Marrow-washing Sutra was created by the Patriarch Bodhidharma, but the Shaolin Temple has long been lost. If it is welcomed back, it will be a treasure for the temple.

Guanzheng even asked, "The leader is serious!"
Chapter completed!