In the depths of this Shaolin Temple, it belongs to the inner courtyard and is forbidden to tourists to visit.

The inner courtyard is painted red with a red gate, and the courtyard wall is now tightly closed.

Yin Yongan was a little weak, was put at the door, was taken care of by Yin Suyi, and kept drinking water.

Ning Bei stood with his hands in his hands and said in a condensed voice: "Northern Buyi, come to visit Shaolin!" ”

Lang Lang's voice, like thunder, exploded in the sky.

The visitors to the outer courtyard heard it.

The Shaolin monks in the inner courtyard are all warriors, and in the place of cultivation, there is no noisy sound, how can they not be heard.

After a short moment.

No one paid attention.

No one opened the door!

Ning Bei stood with his hands in his hands and spoke again: "Buyi Ningbei, ask to see the Shaolin abbot!" ”

Lang Lang's voice resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Still no one heeds!

No one has ever opened the door of this inner courtyard.

Yin Yongan said softly: "Brother Ning, forget it, I look like this, I'm afraid it's useless to be Yijin Jing." ”

"It's useful, with the help of the Yijin Sutra, I will help you warm your body with purple qi, and you will definitely be able to recover!"

As a great country doctor, Ningbei has the means to save Yin Yongan.

If you want him to recover as before, you must borrow the Yijin Sutra.

Ningbei has been tall and arrogant all his life, and has never bowed his head, let alone begged anyone.

Today, for Yin Yongan, Ningbei must ask for Yijin Jing.

Useful or useless, all are requested!

Yin Yongan chuckled weakly: "Brother Ning, don't beg them, talk to me." ”

A small request.

So that Ningbei can't refuse!

Yin Yongan couldn't tolerate Ning Bei even more, and bowed his head to this group of monks because of himself.

If so, Yin Yongan is willing to die!

The military master of the Northern Liang Army has never bowed to anyone in his life.

At the moment, Yin Yongan talked about the past, but his voice was extremely weak.

He was imprisoned for six years, and he was not ignorant of the affairs of the Beiliang Army.

Over the years, Yin Zimen has tried all kinds of methods in order to force him to speak.

In fact, he told Yin Yongan many things about the Beiliang Army.

Yin Zi Men Valve told him that Ningbei had been awarded the title of King of Beiliang over the years, and he was in charge of the Beiliang Army, covering the world, ranking first among the hundred generals of the military department, but he did not come to save him!

These words just want Yin Yongan to die.

I want Yin Yongan to tell the core secret of the Beiliang Army.

Tell the weaknesses of the top ten ruthless people in Beiliang, the identities of the last three ruthless people, and the secret power that is secretly in charge.

For these things, Yin Yongan has been carrying them for six years without saying a word.

This is what the Beiliang Army owes him!

Although Yin Yongan never graduated from primary school, he can distinguish right from wrong, good and evil in his heart.

His life was given by Yin Zi Gate Valve.

Yin Yongan had no choice, if the family wanted to take back his life.

He Yin Yongan returned it to them.

But let him Yin Yongan betray, let him do things without distinguishing between good and evil, and without asking his conscience.

I'm sorry, Yin Yongan is willing to die!

That's his choice!

Now, Ningbei has never left in front of this thousand-year-old temple.

Today, Ningbei must seek the Yijin Sutra!

As everyone knows, the Northern Liang Army has gone south!

The 1st Army, 2nd Army, and 3rd Army of the Northern Liang Army, 300,000 iron cavalry are like a torrent of steel, all the way south, not disturbing the people of Li, and not hurting a single grass or tree in the fields.

Three thousand Beiliang guards took the lead and raised the Beiliang flag.

Wherever you pass, no one dares to stop you!

The shadows were hidden, and the members of the special operations team urgently opened up a route.

The people of the 24th Division of Kyoto don't dare to say a word!

That's the Northern Liang Army!

A full 300,000 elites, who would dare to go over and stop it?

Moreover, the combat style of the Beiliang Army, once the Beiliang Praetorian Guard is used as the vanguard to resist the Qilin Banner, it means that the killing will start!

Those who obstruct it will be killed.

It's in this Kyoto city.

Lu Daochen sat in the hall of the Central Division, and his face was very ugly.

The subordinate next to him said in a trembling voice: "Lu Xiang, Beiliang is going south, and it is less than fifty miles away from Kyoto!" ”

"Report, the three major armies of Beiliang are less than thirty miles away from Kyoto!"

"Report, Bei Liang belongs, gather in Kyoto, less than ten miles!"

"Newspaper, Beiliang Army...... It's here! ”

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The clear report made Lu Daochen almost cry.

The officers and men of the Northern Liang Army have been stationed in the bitter cold land of Mobei for a long time, where the desert is 8,000 miles away and uninhabited.

The cruel environment has created the unruly character of all the sons and daughters of the Beiliang Army.

Rugged and heroic blood, you can see it in almost every northerner.

Now, 300,000 Beiliang elites have arrived in Kyoto City.

What a mess!

Ningbei is not here, who can deter hundreds of thousands of tiger and wolf soldiers.

Thinking of this, Lu Daochen's mentality collapsed.

So far.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet.

By this time, night had fallen.

The Northern Liang Guards have arrived in front of the south gate of Kyoto, and the Northern Liang unicorn flag is flying, silent.

Each of the guards, masked in a black scarf, rested his left hand on his waist, and held the hilt of the cool knife.

Wait for Lu Daochen to come to the south gate.

At this moment, the earth trembled, in the vast darkness of the night.

The black steel torrent, following the Beiliang banner surging, the horse trampled the earth, the momentum was terrifying, 300,000 iron cavalry came to the city, intending to step on the city of Kyoto!

Beiliang Army, it's here!

300,000 elite iron horsemen, iron-blooded killing momentum, like a force, densely arrayed in front of the south gate, silent.

With the three corps commanders, slowly appeared.

Three thousand Praetorian guards get out of the way.

Chen Changsheng shouted indifferently: "The First Army of the Northern Liang Army, Chen Changsheng was ordered to arrive in Kyoto!" ”

"The Second Army of the Northern Liang Army, Chu Lan was ordered to arrive in Kyoto!"

"The Third Army of the Northern Liang Army, Qiuyu Pavilion is ordered to arrive in Kyoto!"

Chu Lan and Qiu Yuting's voices sounded.

The Northern Liang Army has arrived.

But what about Ningbei?

What about the military master of their Northern Liang Army?

Right now!

Swish!

300,000 Beiliang soldiers instantly pulled out the three-foot cool knife on their waists and pointed at this Kyoto city.

Everyone's eyes were glowing with cold murderous intent.

Why?

The reason is simple!

According to the iron law of the Northern Liang Army, the military master issued a killing order, and the Northern Liang Army was mobilized here.

Seeing the order, if you don't see anyone, you will see that something has happened to the military master!

This is something that everyone knows about Beiliang.

Right here, their 300,000 Beiliang troops have arrived, why don't they see Ningbei?

Why don't you see their King of Beiliang!

None of Chen Changsheng's three people stopped the actions of the elites under their command, which also meant that they were asking this question.

Where is Ningbei!

The elite of Beiliang roared in Kyoto tonight.

What a domineering!

Chen Changsheng said softly: "Lu Xiang, where is my Beiliang military master?" ”

"The iron law of the Northern Liang Army, if you don't see the military master, the cool knife must be unsheathed!"

Chu Lan said softly.

Lu Daochen said bitterly: "The king of the north went to Songshan and wanted to get the Yijin Sutra. ”

"Nonsense, the ancient martial arts practiced by the military master are from Kunlun, and they are more than ten times more profound than the Yi Jin Sutra of those bald donkeys!"

Qiu Yuting didn't believe it at all.

Lu Daochen's face was black, and he couldn't live or die.

Last time, he was beaten by Qiu Yuting and Chu Lan together.

Now the Immortal King, the head of the ten ruthless men, has arrived.

Lu Daochen didn't go out to touch the mold!