Bei Hades added: "Remember, after killing the two of them, it is arranged that they were killed by the people of the Sea Empire or by the Longteng Rebellion, so as not to affect the alliance between this Duke and the Flower Spirit Kingdom.

Lou Ya: "Yes, Lord." ”

As he was talking, he suddenly saw a slanted soldier come to report: "Lord Yu, the big oblique lord sent someone to report, saying that Feng Qinglan, who was detained in the backyard of Wei Xiang, was rescued, and he and the second oblique lord suspected that Feng Qinglan had returned to Fengfu, so they led people to chase them all the way." ”

Bei Hades Hall: "It's just right, Lou Ya, go to Fengfu with my father, catch them all, and ask about the whereabouts of Dongliao Huoding." ”

Tuo Zhijun and Feng Qinglan are also rushing to Fengfu.

Tuo Zhijun was first worried that Xin'er would encounter the army that captured Fengfu before she left, and Feng Qinglan was most worried about the safety of his father Feng Xuyang.

When Feng Qinglan was not called to Wei Xiang's Mansion, his father Feng Xuyang went to Wan Qicheng's Mansion early in the morning.

Wan Qicheng Mansion in the early morning of this day.

Feng Xuyang loves to play chess, and when he arrives in Fengyuan City, he has no other hobbies, so he likes to play chess with Wan Qicheng.

Feng Xuyang was playing chess with Wan Qicheng, but he heard the doorman report: "General Zhuo has arrived." ”

Wan Qicheng: "Sixth?"

Before the fairy tale sounded, Zhuo Xiyuan had already stepped in: "Fourth brother, hey, the patriarch is also there?" ”

Feng Xuyang: "General Zhuo doesn't have to be polite, the child is taken care of by your uncles." ”

Zhuo Xiyuan smiled: "It's easy to say, Qinglan, this kid is a rare good apprentice." ”

Wan Qicheng teased: "I don't know if you take care of Qinglan, or Qinglan takes care of you." ”

Zhuo Xiyuan's eyes widened: "Fourth brother, why are you talking like that?" ”

Wan Qicheng: "Come on, what's the matter with me?"

Zhuo Xiyuan: "I'd better go back to Shabin, and I'm here to bid you farewell." The places here are almost all played, and they are all the same, and I want to go back and tease the fat son of the fifth child. ”

Wan Qicheng: "Sixth, I think you'd better stay here, if you run back in a hurry, you might be suspicious."

Zhuo Xiyuan said in a rough voice: "I help the fifth child take his son, who dares to dislike me?"

At this moment, I suddenly heard a neat and rapid footsteps outside, and I heard it as a well-trained army.

With a keen insight from long-term training, Wan Qicheng and Zhuo Xiyuan glanced at each other, jumped out one after another, and stood in the courtyard.

When Feng Xuyang saw this scene, he immediately followed.

I saw that the courtyard was already full of soldiers with weapons on the third floor and the outer three floors, led by Song Yuan, the head of the guard of the Longteng Historian.

Wan Qicheng said angrily: "Song Yuan! Are you reversed? What qualifications do you have to mobilize the Dragon Teng soldiers!"

Song Yuan was dressed in snow-colored dragon armor, with delicate eyebrows and thin eyes and a high nose.

At this moment, Song Yuan raised his hand, and the magic flute in his hand raised a blue-green mist, and the magic flute immediately turned into a green snake wrapped around the arm of the white scale armor.

Wan Qicheng only glanced at the spiritual power qi emitted by the magic flute in Song Yuan's hand, and knew that this person's spiritual power had reached level one hundred and forty, and he couldn't imagine that Song Yuan, a small guard of the Dragon Teng Historian, could have such spiritual power.

It seems that this person usually deliberately hides his strength, obviously with other plans.

Song Yuan's blood-red lips hooked slightly, and he said with a smile: "General Wan Qicheng, you probably don't know yet, that Yun Zhifeng, who you admired to raise troops to defect, has been poisoned and transformed into a demon!

Wan Qicheng shouted angrily: "You dare to take advantage of the Dragon Emperor's absence to spread rumors and make trouble, I'm afraid you're tired of living!"

Feng Xuyang: "Impossible, how could the Dragon Emperor be poisoned?"

Zhuo Xiyuan was furious: "You fart! The Dragon Emperor's spiritual power is the strongest in the world, who can poison him? What are you, you dare to chew the root of your tongue here?"

Song Yuan laughed: "I didn't expect Feng Xuyang and Zhuo Benniu to be here, but it saved a lot of trouble, quickly pass the order, and tell Lord You Chi to come back, and there is no need to go to Zhuo's mansion." ”

Zhuo Xiyuan: "What! Call General Ben a stupid cow, you are looking for death!"

Song Yuan: "It's you who is looking for death, give it to me!"

Song Yuan took a step back, and a group of soldiers armed with tearing knives and fire blades and arrows immediately killed him.

Wan Qicheng, Zhuo Xiyuan, and Feng Xuyang were all dressed in their usual civilian clothes and fought with a group of soldiers wearing sturdy armor.

With that, Zhuo Xiyuan leaped up, a green snake whip swung over, and the phantom dragon roared away with a cyan light.

Wan Qicheng waved his hands, and black gears flew out of the sky and swept away.

Song Yuan jumped out lightly with a little feet, only to see the white dragon soaring out of the air, and the magic flute in his hand turned into thousands of serpentine blades and burst out, accompanied by a strange low sound.

Wan Qicheng flew into the air, and when he heard the sound of the flute, he fell down from mid-air, only to see Wan Qicheng's eyes bloody, blood spurting from his mouth and nose, and a pair of palms bursting into a blood mist.

Wan Qicheng was not wearing armor, only wearing his usual civilian clothes, and at this moment, his clothes were soaked in blood, and he became a bloody man.

Wan Qicheng looked at the blurred blood mist in front of him and yelled, "What's the matter?"

Under the magic sound of this flute, Zhuo Xiyuan reluctantly swung the green snake whip and defeated many snake-shaped blades that were shot.

But when the sound of the flute became more and more compact, Zhuo Xiyuan only felt that the spiritual veins moved with it, and he could no longer be controlled by himself, and a mouthful of blood sprayed wildly and fell to the ground.

Feng Xuyang's spiritual power was not high, and he swung his sword out, and in less than a few moves, he was captured by the soldiers on the left and right.

Song Yuan was not harmed at all, collected the white long dragon, slowly fell from mid-air, and sneered: "General Wan Qicheng has been controlled by Yun Zhifeng's demonic poison and gone crazy! Zhuo Xiyuan was killed by Wan Qicheng. ”

Wan Qicheng yelled: "No! The sixth brother goes quickly, go and find the boss!"

I saw a huge blood-colored smoke burst out from Wan Qicheng's hand, and in this smoke, Zhuo Xiyuan only felt that he was pushed out by a huge force.

Zhuo Xiyuan urged the spiritual power of his whole body, flew up, and rushed out all the way with the familiar terrain and the last spiritual power, and shot a sharp arrow in this red mist, passing through Zhuo Xiyuan's arm.

Song Yuan was furious: "I actually ran away, hurry up and chase after it!"

Song Yuan's flute still sounded low and shredded like a rattlesnake.

A group of soldiers were ordered to chase them out.

Feng Xuyang: "General Wan!"

I saw that Wan Qicheng's arms were already blurred with flesh and blood, and this huge blood mist was actually caused by Wan Qicheng exploding his arms with his own spiritual power.

As soon as this blood mist erupted, many soldiers around were dizzy, and a few people standing in front of them who did not have high spiritual power fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Song Yuan immediately stopped the sound of the flute, only to see that the soldier who fell to the ground woke up again.

Wan Qicheng's mouth was full of blood, and he sneered and said to Song Yuan: "I am really poisoned, otherwise it will be up to you Song Yuan, don't want to touch me!"

Song Yuan said with a smile: "It's worthy of being a god of death, haha, you're right, if you weren't poisoned, how could you only send me to capture you!"

Song Yuan slowly approached Wan Qicheng, his fingers turned the magic flute in his hand, and said with a smile: "General Wan, do you know how you were poisoned? ”