As for that Murong Chui, if the pottery merchant is not mistaken, this person is a Xianbei clan, and when the Wuhu was chaotic, he was the founder of the Later Yan Kingdom, and he can be regarded as the founder of a generation, and he is a character. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This Murong Chui summoned outside the Saiwai, and the potter estimated that he was likely to become the leader of Xianbei, just like Yelu Xiuge, the famous general of the Liao State, and became Mao Dun's right-hand man.

"It seems that we have to wipe out the Qin and Han dynasties as soon as possible, and after dominating the world, we will destroy the Xianbei Hulu, so as not to let a figure like Murong Chui rise and pose a threat to my Great Wei......"

The potter's thoughts were racing, and his thoughts fell on the third summoning general, this system elf was still a little sexual, and he summoned a loyalist for himself.

Moreover, this loyalist is still the famous Wei Chigong.

Thinking about this Wei Chi Gong, he and Luo Cheng, who was summoned last time, belong to the same era, they are both fierce generals in the Sui and Tang dynasties, and this person's force value has reached the top strength, and he has saved Li Shimin's life and made great achievements for Li Tang.

The most important thing is that Yu Chigong is a fierce general who stands side by side with Qin Qiong in folklore, and legend has it that after Li Shimin became the emperor, in order to prevent the evil ghosts from getting close, he made the two of them stand at the palace gate to deter ghosts and gods.

As a result, after thousands of years of evolution, the two of them were worshiped as door gods by the people.

The potter thought it was just a legend, but he didn't expect that this Wei Chigong's talent turned out to be really a door god!

"What the hell is this divine talent?" The potter asked with great interest.

"Tick...... The talent of the door god is that when the owner enters the state of rage, the defense can be multiplied, and it can resist the joint attack of two full hundred martial arts, supporting the undefeated in a hundred moves, and after a hundred moves, the door god state is over, and the person with the talent returns to normal. ”

Hearing the explanation of the system elf, the potter was pleasantly surprised on the spot, thinking that this door god talent is really an incredible divine skill.

You know, that's a hundred forces, that is to say, if Wei Chigong turns on the berserk state and enters the realm of the door god, he can carry Xiang Yu and Lu Bu to attack a hundred moves alone!

"Well, this Wei Chi Gong, what a baby, no wonder he was able to save Li Shimin in history, it turned out that there was a door god stunt, this person must be with me in the future, even if he encounters a character like Lu Bu at that time, it will be enough to retreat with his whole body......"

The potter's eyes were shining, forgetting the previous rules, and he couldn't help but ask, "Where is this Wei Chigong summoned, I can't wait to recruit him to my command." ”

"Tick...... This system has previously explained that the future generals who are loyal to the host, and the summoning system cannot be known, and the military generals will come to the host on their own at an uncertain time, an uncertain place, and an uncertain opportunity, so please wait for the host. ”

"Okay, I'm just asking, I don't need to explain it again, okay, you sleep, I don't need you."

The potter sent away the system spirits, and his eyes returned to the battlefield, and as far as the eye could see, the entire water camp was stained with blood.

Just when the potter was about to send someone to ask who the guard of this water camp was, Hua Xiong flew in and shouted: "Your Majesty, the last general and others surrounded that Cheng Yu by the river, he just refused to surrender, and the last general asked His Majesty to show whether to kill him." ”

Cheng Yu!

This name is enough to make the pottery merchant's eyes shine, you must know that this person can be regarded as the world's top strategist, Cao Cao's right-hand man, and the minister of Yuan Gong.

The potter loves talent, so he thought that if he could summon this person and get a counselor, it would naturally be good.

Moreover, Cheng Yu can also be regarded as Cao Cao's important minister, if he can force this person to surrender, it can be regarded as an example for the Qin State, and it will be a heavy blow to Cao Cao and the hearts of the Qin State.

"Let's go, take a look at this Cheng Yu." The potter smiled excitedly and galloped towards the river.

On the beach on the west bank of the water camp, thousands of Great Wei soldiers surrounded Cheng Yu, who was alone, by the Yellow River in an arc-shaped encirclement.

With the surging Yellow River behind him and the iron bucket in front of him, Cheng Yu has no way to escape.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, the Wei army surrounded the formation like a wave, and the potters in golden armor came like the wind like a god descending from the heavens, descending in front of the army, standing majestically in front of Cheng Yu.

Looking at Cheng Yu, whose feet were already in the water and holding a blood-stained sword in his hand, the potter sneered: "Cheng Yu, I finally saw you in person today, the general trend has gone, what's the point of you resisting like this, abandon the sword and surrender, I will spare you death." ”

He ...... Is he a potter......"

Cheng Yu, who was a few steps away, looked up at the potter, and his figure was instantly shocked, as if he was intimidated by the fierce imperial qi, and a complicated look suddenly appeared in his deep eyes.

That look was shocked, resentful, and deeply unwilling.

Over the years, he has seen through his deceit again and again, swept away his dignity again and again, defeated the lord he was loyal to again and again, the invincible lord of Great Wei, who swept the world and was invincible, finally stood in front of him face to face.

With a kind of heavenly god descending to earth, supporting the power of everything, he appeared in front of him highly.

And, as soon as they met, they made him surrender in a tone that could not be questioned.

Cheng Yu, whose heart was shaken, was deeply stimulated by his dignity, raised his sword and pointed at the pottery merchant, and scolded: "Tao thief, you are indeed incredibly strong, and my Cheng Yu is indeed completely defeated by you, but I firmly believe that I, the Son of Great Qin, is the real master of life, and one day, you will defeat my majesty's subordinates, one day-"

Looking at Cheng Yu, who was scolding, the potter knew that this guy was Cao Cao's diehard loyalist, and he would never surrender to himself.

If he is a person worth 100, the potter may spend some means to force him to surrender to himself, after all, a single 100-year-old heroic soul has the ability to turn things around, and it is worth spending some effort for such an ability.

It's a pity that Cheng Yu is from time to time, after all, he has a lot of strategists like Zhang Liang, and even a strategist of Chen Ping's level is inferior.

Such a strategist, if he surrenders to the court, the potter will reuse it, and if he doesn't surrender now, he will dare to insult each other, how can the potter tolerate him.

Those who do not descend, kill!

In the eyes of the eagle, the killing machine is born.

After sneering disdainfully, the potter drove his horse out slowly, dragging the blood-dripping war knife in his hand, forcing Cheng Yu and saying coldly: "If you don't descend, you won't descend, where is so much nonsense, I originally planned to give you a good time, but now I have to dismantle you into eight pieces." ”

The cold blade is cold, the blade is dripping blood, and the potter has decided to sword Cheng Yu.

Cheng Yu also counted on being able to reprimand the potter, scold the fair and heavenly ways and the like, and then sacrifice his life to fight.

He didn't expect that the potter was so "brutal" that he didn't bother to persuade him to surrender again, nor did he give him a chance to speak again, saying that if he was killed, he would be killed.

A chill suddenly flashed across Cheng Yu's face, and he subconsciously stepped back a little, but forgot that he was standing in the water, he didn't stand firm with one foot, and his butt was in the water, and he suddenly became wet and became a soup chicken.

Cheng Yu was startled, his hands fluttered wildly, and his embarrassed hands stood up from the water.

When he stood up, he suddenly found that the sword had fallen into the water, and he searched for it urgently, and he had long since lost sight of where it had been swept by the water.

Before he fought with the potter, Cheng Yu panicked so much that he became a soup chicken, and even the sword in his hand was rushed.

Cheng Yu's face suddenly turned red, so angry that his beard was trembling, and his expression was embarrassed and ashamed, as if he had suffered great humiliation.

The pottery merchant was indifferent, with a fierce murderous aura, he drove his horse up slowly, and the blood-dripping war knife in his hand was slowly raised, preparing to kill Cheng Yu.

At that moment, Cheng Yu felt the breath of death, tightly wrapped around his neck, and a deep fear and chill surged on his back, making him shiver all over.

He finally felt the fear of death.

Although he had been prepared to die generously, after all, he was also flesh and blood, and when faced with a life-and-death decision, the instinct to survive still overshadowed the so-called belief and made him shaken.

At this time, even if Cheng Yu begged to go around, the potter just let him go, and the war horse approached step by step, forcing Cheng Yu to retreat again and again, and the blade was already raised high, and he was about to take his life.

Cheng Yu's heart was completely filled with fear, and seeing that there was no chance to think about it, he instinctively opened his arms and shouted, "Wait...... Wait—"

The word "wait" was just out, Cheng Yu didn't have a steady foot under his feet, and fell into the river with his back facing the sky, and before he could struggle and flutter, he was swept into the surging Yellow River, drifted downstream, and was submerged without a trace in a blink of an eye.