Ye Xuanhuang, as a person who refines the body, he always has a special perception of the martial artist who refines the body, even if the breath can be hidden, and the flesh and blood can be covered, but every move of a person who has been refining the body all year round must have his own charm.

This point is something that no one can break, just like him Ye Xuanhuang, even if he doesn't speak, as long as he stands there, his tower-like body will give people a very heavy sense of oppression.

There will always be some clues between physical cultivation and physical cultivation, but in Ye Xuanhuang's eyes, the throne wearing heavy armor seems to be strange all over his body.

Intuition told him that the other party was also a person refining the body, but whether it was his demeanor or his actions, he did not have any aura that a person refining his body should have, except for the trace of perception in the underworld, everything was like an ordinary martial artist, which was quite strange.

In fact, it's no wonder that the barbarian king has this feeling, this Dharma Protector God General is indeed a good body cultivation throne, but at this time, Ye Han, who controls the body of this war king, is not a body cultivation at all, and naturally there will be no body cultivation and body cultivation.

"Does the barbarian king still have concerns?"

Tianyi's mother-in-law's gaze looked at it again, and she seemed to notice the suspicious look on Ye Xuanhuang's face, but Ye Xuanhuang hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head, and did not raise the doubts in his heart.

After all, it's just a feeling of his own, there is no evidence, it's better not to say it, looking at Gu Youhua's appearance, he obviously wants to ridicule him a few more words.

The three princes sat in this pavilion for another half an hour, and then they finally finalized the matter of exterminating the demons, and then they got up and left.

With the sound of a breaking wind, the figure in the pavilion had disappeared without a trace, and no one knew that the three most powerful people in this city pass had just agreed on the end of a demon king in this ordinary pavilion.

As time passed, the night slowly fell, and the soldiers who had been trained in the ancient city returned to the barracks, and the roads were empty except for the teams of armor soldiers patrolling the city.

There is no curfew like an ordinary city in the Demon Pass, because this city pass is a complete war city, and in addition to the soldiers and armor soldiers living in this city pass, there are only those prisoners in shackles, so naturally no one will hang out here.

When those city patrol soldiers patrol the city, they mainly focus on supervising some of the most important backbone places in this army, such as granaries and armories, which are naturally the top priority, and in addition, they must be especially careful about the dungeons in this city.

At the entrance to a dark, damp crypt, a group of armored sergeants slowly walked into it, led by the unusually tall general, who even had to bow slightly when he entered the crypt.

After finally stepping into it, not only him, but also the armor soldiers behind him also showed a look of disgust on their faces, obviously disgusted by the dark and damp cell.

The cell was shabbyly furnished, with only a decaying wooden table, two benches in the aisle, and a dim oil lamp as the source of all the light.

Behind the long table, there was nothing to be noticed, and there was only a long, dark path that led straight into the darkness.

On both sides of the path were one cell after another, from which there was a constant smell of fishy, and through the iron-locked door made of dark iron, you could see the pale faces covered with dust inside, and the eyes were full of numbness, and there seemed to be a breath of death in the skinny appearance.

"Hehe, General Qi, today is your shift, a few days ago, I got a jar of good things from Huang Tietou, who escorted grain and grass, and I was about to honor you......

As soon as the tall general entered, a short, dark and thin old man greeted him with a smile on his face, and his words were very affectionate, not caring at all about the disgust in the general's eyes.

Behind him were two other dirty-dressed old men, nodding and looking at them, their old faces like a blooming chrysanthemum, these thin old men were the jailers guarding the cells here, and the one who spoke was the cell leader.

"Oh?"

The general, whom he called General Qi, had never looked at them squarely, but after hearing the "good things" that the old man said, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly raised, and he glanced behind him, and the soldiers he brought with him walked towards the depths of the cell one by one, as if they had not noticed their previous words.

After the armor behind him was empty, the general glanced at the old man, endured the foul smell emanating from the other party's body, walked to the wooden table, and before he could say a word, the cell head jerked over a long wooden bench, wiped it twice with his greasy sleeves, and then put it behind the general with a flattering face.

And the general didn't care, and after sitting down from the wooden bench, he didn't say a word, but squinted his eyes and kept looking at the old man in front of him.

The old man was also very interested, and glanced at the other two jailers behind him, and they understood, and the two of them walked together to the old wooden table, blocking the light that was not bright in the first place, and blocking the faint sight from there.

The shadows of the two old men completely enveloped this side, and the cell boss also took the opportunity to bend down, and out of nowhere he found a worn-out ribbon, and a wave came out, and an old jar appeared in his hand.

The old man flatteringly handed over the jar, and the general Qi also showed a look of interest on his face, and slightly knocked the sealing mud on it a little, and a thick mellow fragrance wafted out of it.

This surnamed Qi took a deep breath, and his face showed a look of intoxication, as long as he is in the army, who licks blood at the tip of a knife, who is not good at drinking?

Although the army should not drink alcohol logically, as a person who has been stationed in this city all the year round, how can the wine worm in this belly be sealed by a prohibition of alcohol? ?

Although this General Qi was called a general by the old man, he was actually far from reaching the rank of "general", even if he died, he could only barely be regarded as half a commander.

There are no ordinary peddlers and pawns in the Demon Pass, and even if the soldiers in the city have money in their hands, it is difficult to find a drink. The supplies in this Guancheng were transported from the two county cities of Shenyu and Shenhua, in addition to grain, grass and meat, even if he could carry some wine, under the evenly divided between the generals at all levels, how many could fall into his hands, and the tooth sacrifice was not enough.