"Young Master Jiang Fan, there is a distinguished guest visiting. ”

Suddenly, the familiar hoarse voice of the old woman in the palace dress sounded in Jiang Fan's ears, and he put away the bamboo slips in annoyance, and after hearing it clearly, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Please let him in,"

The man in the golden mask snorted coldly when he heard this, and in an instant, several black shadows galloped over, lurking around the house, the man in the golden mask waved his hand to signal the old woman in the palace to retreat, and then pushed open the wooden door and entered Jiang Fan's house, he took off the precious golden mask, revealing a well-defined, handsome and mighty face,

"Today's morning hall, Your Majesty actually asked this king to borrow Ye Chengtian's 300,000 soldiers to guard the northern frontier, and now this king has only 500,000 troops in his hands,"

This handsome and mighty man is the Zhao royal family, and now guards the first-class military marquis Zhao Wu Wang who is guarding the Yancheng in the south of Zhao State, Zhao Wu Wang frowned, and bowed to the young man in front of him with a haggard face and a weak body.

Jiang Fan had a thoughtful look on his face when he heard this, his eyes looked out of the window, the heavy rain in the air poured thunder, and he said after a while, "Lord Wuwang has made great achievements in fighting horses for half his life, and he is in charge of millions of male soldiers, so His Majesty King Zhao is still wary of Lord Wuwang after he ascends the throne, and he is finally going to put Lord Wuwang to death,"

"Put to death," King Zhao Wu's face changed slightly, and the cold light in his eyes burst into staring at Jiang Fan, Jiang Fan's face was calm and sickly and his eyes met the mighty man's fierce eyes,

King Zhao Wu retracted his suspicious gaze, "Sir, please speak,"

"Seven years ago, His Majesty chose His Majesty King Zhao to inherit the throne of Zhao, and Lord Wu and His Majesty King Zhao became fierce because of the competition for the crown prince, but Lord Wu Wang had millions of male soldiers, so His Majesty King Zhao sent Lord Wu Wang to guard Yancheng in the south, do you want Lord Wu Wang to defend Qiang Jiang?"

"No, His Majesty King Zhao wants to show that he relies on Lord Wuwang, and Lord Wuwang lowered his vigilance, and then the troops in his hands began to be slowly dispatched by him to leave Yancheng,"

His face turned pale, the autumn rain was dripping with cold wind, Jiang Fan coughed a few times and then slowly said, "Jiang and Zhao have been sent to Handan by their uncle thirteen years ago, but in the past ten years, Jiang has been strong and strong, and the army has exceeded the six countries,"

"Jiang Zhao because of the more than ten years when the situation of the two countries was stable, Lord Wu was in charge of millions of soldiers, and Jiang Guo's national strength is getting stronger and stronger, but the army under Lord Wu has been frequently transferred out of Yancheng by His Majesty King Zhao,"

Hearing this, King Zhao Wu raised his eyebrows and waved his hand, and laughed meaningfully, his voice was like a bell, and his momentum was violent, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "What Mr. means is to make this king believe that in order to strangle this king, he wants to give up the army of 500,000 Zhao and Yancheng, one of the important towns on the nine sides that is easy to defend and difficult to attack,"

Jiang Fan's face was as usual in the face of King Zhao Wu's arrogance,

"The 300,000 troops out of 500,000 of Lord Wuwang have long been transferred out of Yancheng by His Majesty King Zhao and then gathered in the eight-sided towns in the south, and the nine-sided towns are only more than 200 miles apart, so King Wu thinks he still controls the 500,000 army?"

"Lord Wuwang, there are only 200,000 soldiers in Yancheng now, and His Majesty King Zhao wants to destroy Lord Wuwang and the 200,000 Wuwang army that will forever submit to Lord Wuwang,"

King Zhao Wu's eyes flickered, his body was full of anger, his handsome face was gloomy like water, he suddenly laughed wildly, and with a bang, the sword on King Zhao Wu's waist suddenly came out of its sheath and fell on Jiang Fan's neck, and the autumn water-like sword body reflected King Wu's twisted and hideous smile,

King Zhao Wu let out a strong breath and calmed down, "In the past few years, Mr. has encouraged this king to rebel several times," Zhao Wu Wang tried his best to hide the murderous intent in his calm eyes, "This time, this king will ask Mr. to continue,"

Jiang Fan's eyes were deep, "Once the Wuwang Army of Yancheng in the south is broken by Jiang Shi, the military marquis of the eight-sided town will already raise troops and move the tigers to the rear of Yancheng, and Zhao Guo can take back Yancheng within half a day," TV手机端/

"Because His Majesty King Zhao asked my uncle to send troops to Yancheng, Jiang Jun returned to the dynasty after killing King Wu's army and returned to the border of Jiang State,"

"If the imperial brother wants to conspire with King Jiang, that is to lure the wolf into the house and open the door to rob the thief," King Zhao Wu thought,

King Zhao Wu's face became more and more cold, the green tendons in his arms burst out, the wind was howling outside, the thunder was deafening, King Zhao Wuwang's palms were soaked, and blood flowed out of Jiang Fan's neck when the sword shook,

Jiang Fan continued disapprovingly, "King Jiang sent about 300,000 troops, and the news that the Wuwang army was abandoned by King Zhao Zhao was released before the battle between the two armies, and the important towns in the south gave up supporting Yancheng, and at that time, the Wuwang army was in turmoil and would definitely be destroyed by the conspiracy of His Majesty King Zhao,"

"And the casualties of the Jiang army are less than the 200,000 Wuwang army, which is the reason why Jiang sent troops,"

"If my uncle has a bad plan to send more than 300,000 troops, the eight-sided towns in the belly of Yancheng can also send troops when the Wuwang army is about to lose Yancheng,"

"His Majesty King Zhao also believes that Jiang Guo's army will retreat to Yancheng as promised, because Jiang Guo's national strength has undergone a business change, and Li Xiang is willing to accumulate a lot of money to cultivate his glory,"

"Therefore, the result that His Majesty King Zhao wants is only that King Wujun and Lord King Wu will be buried in Yancheng together, and they will fry each other from the same root, but this is the emperor, and the most urgent thing for His Majesty King Zhao to ascend the throne is to cut the grass and eradicate the roots and kill Lord King Wu. Jiang Fan remembered his father's situation, laughed bitterly at himself and said,

The thunderstorm was intertwined, the heavens and the earth were changing, and King Zhao Wu's face changed violently after hearing this, and in an instant, the sonorous sound of the sword echoed in the house, and four black-robed generals with swords rushed into the outside of the house in an instant,

King Zhao Wu's mind had calmed down, he raised his hand when the sword was sheathed, and the black-robed man next to him respectfully handed out a simple carved jade box from his sleeve robe,

"This is the gentleman who wants this king to send soldiers to the bone mountain to collect the blood fetus fruit for three years, if this king succeeds, Jiang and Zhao will go to war in the future, and this king will also treat the gentleman who inherits the identity of Jiang Wenwang's proton," Jiang Fan silently,

King Zhao Wu left the Proton Mansion, and half an hour later, the old woman in the palace came to Jiang Fan's house again, and the sound of beating on the east street in the rain faintly entered the mansion.

The eyes of the old woman in the palace clothes outside the door of the house suddenly flashed with a cold light, and her wrinkled face looked at the figure in the house and said with a strange smile, "Young Master Jiang Fan, the weather is getting cold, the old slave will send you some clothes." "Remember the →m.\B\iq\u\g\\o\m for you to read the novel in a second.

Jiang Fan looked at the blood demon red spirit fruit in the jade box with satisfaction, and sneered after hearing the old woman's words, "King Zhao Wu thought that he had already bought everyone in the Proton Mansion,"

There was a dagger hidden in the sleeve robe of the old woman in the palace clothes, and she gently pushed open the crack in the door, her face suddenly changed, she looked at the flame rising in Jiang Fan's hand with a shocked expression, and said in a male voice, "Cultivator...... You are also a monastic,"

Jiang Fan's eyes flashed fiercely, the killing intent was cold, and the fireball in his hand shot towards the old woman the moment the door opened, and it had already arrived in front of the mouth of the old woman in the palace clothes, the smell of burnt flesh and blood was scattered outside the house, and the heavy rain washed around,

Jiang Fan opened the crack in the wooden door, he indifferently looked at the body outside the door, the body was blackened, the surroundings were messy, the corpse's eyes were wide, his face was shocked, his hair was scattered and his face was miserable, because of the painful torture of all kinds of debris falling out of the palace clothes.

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