"The heroine is really sharp-toothed. Jiang Lishi was defeated, and hurriedly ordered the two female disciples of the Golden Dao Sect to put down the dying female nuns.

"In this world, all women and nuns, either excellent, or extremely evil, there is no half-good and half-bad good and evil people, all the very good, pure heart and few desires, dedicated to the Buddha, either far away from the world to concentrate on studying, or through the name of the fate of the medicine to pick up the bones, save the dead and help the wounded, no one can enter the imperial court, but whoever enters the palace, it is like entering the dye vat, no matter what color before, it comes out absolutely the same colorful, the surface is bright and the inside is poisoned soup! This, Mrs. Minghui, a famous prodigal guy in the blazing white peony, picks on the teenage yellow flower girl, the bad guy is white, and he is also a devil in Pershing, this round and lonely teacher, not round and lonely, he walks the rivers and lakes with a three-inch tongue all his life, loves to sow discord, plays with right and wrong, and profits from it, how many originally happy and loving couples have been dismantled by her! In short, they are not good people. Yang Ziyi made strange handprints, attracting wisps of breeze to heal and recuperate herself, and her mouth generally kept talking, revealing the black history of the two bhikshunis in just a few words.

"How is this possible?" Bai Prison touched his bald head, completely unable to imagine: "Women are women? How can they do it? Could they have some evil tricks that can suddenly turn into men?"

When his question came out, the other disciples also looked unaware, and they all looked at Yang Ziyi and Jiang Lishi, the only two "elders", Yang Ziyi was stared at by so many young men and women, and couldn't help blushing, and his expression was quite weird, and Jiang Lishi listened to the question of prison worship, and he really looked constipated.

"This, the woman is not strange, he is young and ignorant......"

"Don't get in the way......" Yang Ziyi reluctantly agreed, and her face turned even redder.

Yinchen was attracted by their conversation at this time, and turned around, at this moment, he understood everything, of course, his so-called understanding was too far from the truth: "Feiquan is so jealous of me, so that's what happened! I robbed her beloved Mingquan, hum!" He thought he understood the truth and felt that his thoughts were clear, but the only mage in the world, how could he know that what Feiquan's heart really longed for was his Yinchen?

There is a kind of love in this world that only brings harm.

【True King Camp】

Zhao Guangyi's hand holding Mingquan's hair suddenly let go.

Everyone stared blankly at the metal ball that shot out of Zhao Lingfeng's pocket, and looked at the light blue silver dust phantom projected on the metal ball.

"Mingquan, I don't care who is standing behind you, no matter how many people you can gather under your hands, now, you must leave Zhao Lingfeng, go and gather your men and horses, and contact your troops, especially the Xie Yu Sect! On this trip to the secret realm of the East China Sea, Nalan Yewang, a native of Jianzhou, entered the secret realm with thirteen ballistas, and he can already collude with the Poison Dragon Sect! You must leave immediately to find the Xie Yu Sect and Zhao Detian, the prince of the Venerable King! Unite all our forces and fight a decisive battle with them! Otherwise, we will be defeated by each one! Now is not the time to worry about things between us, Mingquan, let's go now!"

After the light blue silver dust finished speaking, it immediately dissipated, and the metal ball also fell to the ground with a loud bang, was picked up by Zhao Lingfeng, wiped it with his sleeve, and put it back in his pocket. Zhao Guangyi's hand was hanging in the air and still maintained the posture of pulling Mingquan's hair, and Mingquan only felt his scalp tingle at this time.

She was sure that her scalp was numb because she was not pulled by Zhao Guangyi's hair.

Beiren, these two words, are definitely the amulets of all the post-party and post-party subordinates. The powerful and intricate Hou Party is almost more powerful than the emperor in the empire, and the world is in awe, but these two short and simple words have become the death hole of their group of flies and dogs, and people who tend to be inflammatory.

Mingquan was already stunned when she heard the four words "Nalan Yewang", and even when she only heard the words "Nalan", she almost didn't listen to the following words.

The only thing she can think of now is to quickly find her master, that is, Zhao Meiyu, report the matter.

She knew she couldn't afford to delay. Because no one knows the exact location of Nalan Yewang and the Poison Dragon Sect yet, no one can guarantee that when she is here trying to reintegrate into the True King's team and get closer to Silver Dust, Zhao Meiyu, the prince of the Mei King, has already been attacked by the 13 ballistas.

"There is no tower shield to cover, no bed crossbow and rushing car to fight back, not even a few pieces of armor, such light infantry to deal with 13 ballista carts?! No joke!" Countless thoughts swirled quickly in Mingquan's mind, and she immediately made what she thought was the most important decision, and at this moment, she didn't care much, so she simply arched her hand towards Zhao Guangyi very stiffly: " Mr. Zhao, you have also seen that this matter is too big to delay, even if Mingquan has a thousand faults, he can only think about it in the future, Mr. Zhao, Mingquan is alone, coming and going in the secret realm, the vast sand sea, I am afraid of accidents, and I am burdened with heavy responsibilities, I must not make a mistake, please also ask Mr. to be accommodating and allow Mingquan to take away the old ......"

At this time, whether it was Zhao Lingfeng, Zhao Guangyi, or even the two old men, they were shocked by the intelligence of the northerners, but after all, Zhao Guangyi was the first military god in the south who had fought and killed the northerners, and it was impossible to say that he was afraid of the northerners, and the only thing that could really deter him a little was the 13 ballistas.

After Zhao Guangyi heard Mingquan's words, he reacted for a full second before he came back to his senses, he settled down, looked around his son's camp for a week, and saw more than eighty disciples of the Divine Sword Sect who were like light pigs, and twelve disciples who were about to become light pigs, and immediately thought about it.

He casually pointed at Wang Shenhai and said to Mingquan: "That person, you also know, let him accompany you! If you want a team to act, the number of people must not be large, so you can pick three more people to form a team of five, how about it?"

Ming Quan arched his hand and said, "Thank you, sir, for your grace." She didn't dare to be pretentious at this time, let alone make extraneous branches, and she admired and feared the former true king to the extreme. The name of the god of war is indeed worthy of its name. casually released the five most important captives, and he was not afraid that these people would make trouble for himself afterwards, that mind and bearing were really extraordinary, and if he changed others, at least one poison pill would inevitably go to the stomach.

Mingquan had fully understood at this time that Zhao Guangyi, the former true king who could make the northerners fear for decades, may not have taken himself and the Divine Sword Sect seriously in his eyes at all!

Although I don't know what he has to rely on, this temperament is not convinced.

"Mingquan farewell!" Mingquan picked a good person, prepared a long sword, crossbow and arrows and other weapons, and gave up his hand one last time, thinking that Zhao Lingfeng and his son would say goodbye, and then disappeared outside the camp without looking back.

At the same time, Zhao Meiyu was already stunned.

"Mingquan told me, you are a person who cultivates the 'Heavenly Crystal Palace', should I report this matter truthfully? After all, the emperor's grace to me is not just for an official. ”

No one knows how this note appeared on the armor that Zhao Meiyu hung in the camp tent, and no one can tell what kind of glue can glue a piece of rice paper so firmly that it can't be torn off.

Zhao Meiyu had no choice but to summon a bunch of people in a huff, chop a bunch of wood, light a fire with a fire fold, and then launch her own magic skills, threw the entire set of armor into the fire and burned it directly, and the copper juice that flowed out flowed wantonly on the ground, and finally mixed with the blackened sand.

After Zhao Meiyu lost her temper, she only felt panicked in her heart, and only felt a cold breath rising from the soles of her feet, slowly eating away at his flesh and blood, and reaching the top of her head. No one can know about his cultivation of the inheritance of the Cangtian Crystal Palace, no matter who it is, as long as he knows, there is a possibility of denunciation, and once he is reported, whether you are Long Aotian or Xiao Yan, he will be wiped out by the army sent by the emperor in minutes. At that time, if you want to kill or chop, it will all depend on the BOSS (Long Aotian is basically an emperor and other characters as the big demon king) mood, Gangfeng Universe is cruel and even has to manage the duel, before you become the son of the plane, no matter what gold finger gold thigh gold waist plate gold *** you have, Long Aotian is not Long Aotian as soon as he appears, Xiao Yan is not just born to fight the emperor in seconds, not to mention that Zhao Meiyu and other users of the main god space at this time are still "Long Aotian" instead of "Long Aotian".

Thinking about it like this, Zhao Meiyu really felt that the honey was desperate.

There is no signature on the note, but Zhao Meiyu is also a character of the Long Ao series after all, and there is still a little bit of analytical ability, naturally from the information "from Mingquan", it is inferred who the person who wrote the note will be, but he can't understand how that guy did it. It's not hard to write a note, but think about how that note appears...... It's really chilling.

"Silver Dust!!" Zhao Meiyu squeezed out two words from between her teeth: "Don't think that you can pinch the handle of the deity! You can threaten the deity as you want! The deity has been paying attention to you for a long time! Naturally know your weaknesses! Don't force the deity to dig up your roots! The young lady of the Lin family in the Chongwang Mansion, you don't need the deity to do it herself, there are so many small servants, guards, and servants in the Chongwang Mansion, any one of them can ...... "After Zhao Meiyu burned her own armor, she walked back and forth several times in the camp with her hands behind her back, and finally calmed her heart with a vicious strategy, he is one of the few people in this world who has a heart, and naturally knows the special relationship between Yinchen and Lin Xuanchen, and in this feudal and closed empire, it is very easy for the second generation of power like King Mei to destroy a woman's marriage and wear a hat of shame that can never be shaken off by a man.

Zhao Meiyu thought about his plan, thought about it for a few minutes, and felt that it was almost appropriate, the only regret was that he was in the secret realm, and everything could not be implemented, which made him a little impatient to promote the progress of digging treasures in the secret realm, so he remembered that he was going to pull out the camp to explore the secret realm, thinking of these, he naturally remembered the "royal cannon fodder" Shenjian Gate under his command, so he hurriedly summoned Wang Shenhai and Fang Tianhang to discuss, and after being reminded by his subordinates, he remembered that Wang Shenhai and Fang Tianhang went to attack the real king.

At this time, Zhao Meiyu suddenly realized that she missed those two people a little.

It's just that he doesn't know that Wang Shenhai may not be able to come back in a few more days, and Fang Tianhang may never come back.

Fang Tianhang, something happened.

[A quarter of an hour ago, somewhere in the secret realm of the East China Sea]

When Fang Tianhang saw that he had left the team without permission and hid in a corner and took out a bottle of chicken blood and wiped it on his face, he knew that it was time for him to run away.

He is the only person in the entire Bayern team who knows the real situation. He knew that there were not only masters of returning to the void in the camp of the true king, but also masters of Yuanying. He knew that the True King Zhao Lingfeng might not only have a strong bow and a hard crossbow that Zhao Meiyu couldn't get in his hands, but even a terrifying crossbow cart (in fact, there were two, and the other one fell into the hands of Yin Chen), with the strength of the hundred-person team of the Divine Sword Gate, the prince of the deep sea faction, it was impossible to have any chance of winning.

At least he doesn't see any odds of winning.

Therefore, he took advantage of Wang Shenhai to hide in the corner, and also quietly left, from the perspective of anyone in the hundred-person team, Fang Tianhang seemed to go to the enemy camp to investigate the situation, as the young generation of the Divine Sword Sect recognized as the first in swordsmanship, cultivation is the first, this practice is understandable, after all, the stronger the skill, the stronger the ability to sneak ambush.

With the help of his "powerful" cultivation, Fang Tianhang rushed forward for dozens of meters, to the back of a broken pillar low wall, and then shrank up, and ordered a few acupoints on his body to suppress his divine power aura to the top, and then hid in the shadows and remained motionless. He waited for about thirty or forty seconds, watched from a small crack in a low wall, and watched the hundred-man "army" drive in front of him in a mighty and slow way, disappearing from view, and then closed his eyes and sensed Gangfeng, making sure that they disappeared at a distance of fifteen meters that could produce Gangfeng sense, and then secretly and slowly stretched his body, pressed his left hand into the sand, turned over and crossed the low wall where he was hiding, and ran in the opposite direction without looking back.

He didn't know if he had been seen by someone who occasionally turned back, he only knew that he had to hurry back to the camp to prevent the people of the Divine Sword Sect from chasing and killing, and secondly, he could pretend to be frightened and report to Zhao Meiyu, in Fang Tianhang's thinking, among the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, who came up from the bottom of the Deep Sea Sect of the Actual Prince, no one would be idle to look back at the moment of military merit, and no one would run away with weak legs when such a step to the sky.

Even the so-called Master Willow Leaf, who is famous, is a person who likes great achievements and loves vanity, and when this kind of military feats are dangling in front of him, how can he be allowed to retreat and mutter.

Fang Tianhang thought as he ran, the more soaked he became, the more confident he became, the words he gave to Zhao Meiyu and the words to Wang Shenhai sounded the same thing, but the inside was completely different. His rhetoric to Zhao Meiyu was "This is a chance to capture Zhao Lingfeng, and it is the only chance", and the rhetoric to Wang Shenhai was "This is the best opportunity to capture Zhao Lingfeng, and it is a chance to get nine out of ten", it is because of his deception that he once again successfully performed the old-fashioned trick of "betraying and betraying his teammates".

This attack, he designed it as a trap completely aimed at Wang Shenhai from the beginning.