Because of the drag of a large number of soldiers under his command, although Luo Weikun and the others walked all the way after leaving the cottage, they had only just left the Nanyang realm before dark.

Seeing that it was already dark, everyone could only find a dilapidated temple in the mountains to rest, and then continue to move the next day.

Fan Difei, Han Yiqi, Yang Wei, and Yang Qilin are all masters of the Six Realms, and they were thrown in the corner after being sealed by Luo Weikun, and a few people were sent to guard them.

Seeing Yang Qilin bowing her head and not speaking, Han Yiqi pursed the corners of her lips and smiled very happily: "Yo Yo Yo, let me see what this sister is doing? Look at these tears, are you crying? Why, your courage is scared?"

Yang Qilin ignored her, but Yang Wei glared angrily and said sharply: "Who do you say was scared to cry?"

"I'll say whoever picks up the stubble!" Han Yiqi shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "Look at your sister or sister, crying like rain hitting begonias, tsk, that's called a delicate Didi!"

Yang Wei's lungs were about to be blown up, but her skills were sealed and she was tied up by ropes, so she couldn't beat people at all, so she could only look at Yang Qilin angrily and said angrily: "Can you not be ashamed?"

Yang Qilin bit her lip lightly and turned her head away aggrievedly.

Seeing their infighting, Han Yiqi became more and more happy, and pushed Fan Difei with his elbow, who understood and smiled: "Are you still wronged?" What are you yelling at her for, it's not her fault that she's timid, you think everyone is like you, a female orangutan with a head full of muscles......

Fan Difei and Han Yiqi are the mouth cannon masters who have been trained by the scolding war of the water friends of the later forums, and at this moment, under the full firepower, not only Yang Qilin was said to be in tears, but Yang Wei was also angry and roaring.

Annoyed by Yang Wei's roar, Luo Weikun lost his eyes, and one of his subordinates took out a rag and stuffed it directly into Yang Wei's mouth, and her eyes were full of fire.

Yang Wei couldn't speak, Han Yiqi and Fan Difei sneered for a while, and they also felt bored.

Han Yiqi looked at Luo Weikun and the others who were sitting around talking, and said in a low voice, "Do you have a way?"

Shaking his head slightly, Fan Difei smiled bitterly: "That's the Seven Realms, I'm not a demon like Brother Demon, I can't break the seal under them." ”

Sighing, Fan Difei leaned against the mud wall behind him and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that after making trouble there in Beili for so long, I would die at the hands of the Mongols in the end." ”

"What are you talking about?" glaring at him, Han Yiqi said angrily, "Don't give up, okay?"

Fan Difei turned his head, glanced at her a few times, and suddenly smiled: "Speaking of which, I have always had a question, why don't you satisfy my curiosity now?"

Han Yiqi frowned slightly: "What's the matter?"

Sitting up straight, Fan Difei asked, "Didn't Brother Demon help you wash off the marks on your face before? Why do you still paint your face like this all these years? It stands to reason that we are also past the age of non-mainstream?"

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and Han Yiqi bit his silver teeth: "You look so serious, you just want to ask this?"

"Otherwise?" Rolling his eyes, Fan Difei smiled, "What else can I ask when your eldest aunt is?"

"Get out!" smacking him, Han Yiqi thought of the incident with the man back then, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he laughed in a low voice, "Even Brother Demon and Mengmeng don't know about this." ”

"Then I'm more curious!" Fan Difei asked, his eyes widened.

Seeing his expression of not caring about his self-esteem, Han Yiqi was first furious, and then laughed out loud, recounting the events of the year.

Hearing that Han Yiqi had this kind of encounter, Fan Difei's eyes widened unconsciously, and he said angrily: "Lie down! That man's eyes are blind, right? You dislike such a good-looking girl?"

Han Yiqi laughed in a low voice: "That's what you have seen me as I am, he has only seen my messy face, man......"

"What do you mean by a man?" Fan Difei said dissatisfied, "Lao Tzu is not this kind of person. ”

"Then what kind of person are you?" Han Yiqi glanced at him and said with a smile, "Good person?"

Fan Difei, who was suddenly issued a good person card, felt a pain in his chest and smiled helplessly.

It seems that because of the haunting relationship of the past, Han Yiqi rarely restrained his usual crazy appearance, revealing a little melancholy.

No matter how crazy and arrogant she is, she is a girl in her bones after all, and now she is trapped in the enemy camp, with two Seven Realms on her side, there is no hope of escape, and in the face of death, she still has a little bitterness in her heart.

Seeing her gloomy face, Fan Difei's heart trembled, and a sense of pity involuntarily floated in his heart.

There is no shortage of beauties in the Ministry of Literature and Art, not to mention Li Huan, who is beautiful in the country, even Yu Jieyi, Hu Xian, Jiang Siyu and others are also first-class beauties.

Among these women, perhaps only Han Yiqi, who is covered with paint all year round, is the most surprising in terms of appearance.

Over the years, Fan Difei has not been in contact with other women, everyone is beautiful, small jasper, chivalrous women, and he himself is a frequent visitor to Chengdu Mansion Qinglou Music Workshop, spending a lot of money all year round, and he has been ridiculed by Yu Jieyi and other women in private.

But there has never been a person like Han Yiqi at this moment, who only has pity in his heart.

Just when Fan Difei's thoughts were churning, Luo Weikun, Yang Lulu, Guo Jiahui, Zhang Yihao, and Yao Jian not far away were sitting together, discussing the next arrangements.

Na Yaojun was originally the chief strategist under Batu, because he was not a monk, so he did not participate in the battle of Huangyang Mountain, and he also rushed to take refuge when Luo Weikun and others gathered their subordinates.

At this point he was recounting his thoughts.

"Beili and the Southern Song Dynasty occupy the southeast and north, I am afraid it will be difficult for us to continue to stay here, as for the southwest there are Dawen and Nanban, I am afraid there is no place for us, according to the next thought, we should go to the northwest. ”

"Northwest?" Luo Weikun frowned and said in a deep voice, "Although it is said that there is no force entrenched there for the time being, but with the current situation, I am afraid that Wenbang and Beili will compete for the northwest land in the near future, and at that time, it will ......"

"It is precisely because of this that we are going to the northwest," Yao Jue said in a deep voice, "Before Dawen and Beili intervene in the northwest, we will first occupy a base there, and then form troops and horses, hide in the shadows, and wait for Dawen and Beili to fight to the death in the northwest, and then take advantage of the situation to attack and annex their soldiers and horses." ”

Luo Weikun nodded secretly when he heard this, Yang Lulu was silent with a spear in his arms, Zhang Yihao was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked, "How about we go to Wenbang?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, Zhang Yihao said: "King Nawen led the army to the southeast, and his current whereabouts are unknown, and Dawen has constant internal and external troubles, in this case, why don't we go over, with our strength, it is enough to exchange for a sufficient identity, and in time, we may be able to use Dawen to destroy the Great Song Dynasty." ”

"Have you forgotten at whose hands your father-in-law died?"

Before everyone could speak, Guo Jiahui had already said sharply.

Zhang Yihao shook his head and said in a deep voice: "I know that my father-in-law died at the hands of King Nawen, but in the current situation, with our strength alone, not to mention destroying the Song Dynasty, even if it is the Northern Li or Southern Song Dynasty that has been divided, I am afraid we can't do it." ”

Guo Jiahui's apricot eyes widened, and she was about to argue with him, Yang Lulu's eyes suddenly lit up, and she raised her hand to stop her from talking, and then she and Luo Weikun turned their heads to look outside the mountain temple one after another.

Seeing the two of them, everyone in the temple was stunned, Zhang Yihao reacted the fastest, and when he jumped up, he lifted the Kunlun shield in the shape of a mountain, and turned to look outside the temple.

When Fan Difei and Han Yiqi saw their movements, their hearts couldn't help but froze, and they also looked out.

Everyone was on guard for a while, and then they heard a sneer: "Who is my Dao, it turns out to be the Gun King of the Northland." ”

Speaking kung fu, several figures have already walked outside the temple, led by Wan Yan Tiefeng, the former city lord of Dawan City, who has a mandarin duck double knife tied around his waist.

Just walked into the mountain temple, Wan Yan Tiefeng's eyes swept the people in the temple, and said with a smile: "With this bit of manpower, Yang Gun King, do you still want to avenge Dayuan?"

Yang Lulu didn't pay attention to his ridicule, but silently took out the green bamboo gun, and the tip of the gun shook, swinging out a little cyan shattered shadow.

Wanyan Tiefeng smiled and sneered: "What, when the old people meet, they will use the knife and gun as soon as they meet? Have you forgotten how your senior brother died back then? If it weren't for the fact that he was dissatisfied with the old man's reputation as the king of swords, and he was as famous as the king of guns, so he came to provoke the old man, but was hacked to death by the old man several times. ”

"Speaking of which, if it weren't for your senior brother dying at my hands, the name of this gun king wouldn't have fallen to you......"

Just when Yan Tiefeng spoke, Yang Lulu's face had become more and more aggressive, and when she heard his last sentence, the usually quiet woman had already let out a loud roar, and the gun shadow turned into a rainbow and shot straight out.

Wanyan Tiefeng waved his hands, and when the two mandarin duck knives came out of their sheaths, they had already crossed over, colliding with the cyan blades, and the majestic Seven Realms True Qi impacted each other, setting off a rolling wind in an instant, if it weren't for Luo Weikun to prop up the realm to protect everyone behind, I am afraid that except for a few Seven Realms, everyone here would have died under that strong wind.

When Luo Weikun held up the realm, a young woman with a cold face behind Wanyan Tiefeng had already looked over, only to see her figure flash, appearing in front of Luo Weikun like a teleportation, holding a colorful round blade and slashing out.

When the woman made a move, Luo Weikun's cold hair suddenly exploded, and the black shadow flashed, and the Layast scythe holding the avenue of shadows had already swung out, slamming together with the colorful round blade, swinging countless sparks.

"You guys go first!" Luo Weikun turned around and shouted, the Layast scythe in his hand swinging like the wind, fighting fiercely with the young woman who kept wandering around him like a phantom.

Seeing that Yang Lulu and Luo Wei were both entangled by someone, Guo Jiahui was about to help, Zhang Yihao suddenly swept to her side, lifted the Kunlun shield and blocked a Zen staff that came obliquely at some point.

When the shield staff touched, Zhang Yihao's body shook slightly, and a sweetness surged in his throat, but he was injured by the blow of the comer.

Zhang Yihao's practice is the "Kunlun Tongdi Gong" obtained by Fu Feng in Kunlun Mountain, but what he got was only a fragment, but fortunately, Wokotai helped him collect a large number of exercises, and after piecing together, he barely had the heat of seven or eight points of this eighth-class emperor-level exercise.

Unlike Fu Feng's intensive study of attack, Zhang Yihao used this technique completely on defense, and when he was fighting on weekdays, he alone was enough to resist the attack of the people of the Six Realms Perfection.

But with his defensive power, he would be injured by a single blow, even if it was only a trivial injury, it was enough to make him jealous.

The person who came was a bearded monk holding the Blood Moon Zen Staff, and when he saw Zhang Yihao actually blocking his blow, his face was also a little surprised, and he immediately laughed and said: "Interesting! Eat your grandfather's Zen staff again!" As he spoke, he raised the Blood Moon Zen Staff and smashed it out with another blow, just listening to the sound of breaking the sky, he knew what power this blow contained.

Zhang Yihao was angry and dantian, his arms were full of strength, and he lifted the Kunlun shield up, and with a bang, his feet went directly into the ground three inches, and the muscles of his whole body were bulging, and the monk was also numbed by the force of the shock, and his feet staggered back a few steps.