"Meet the Holy One. ”

In the north, under the gate of Xuanjimen Mountain, Bao Xiangtian, the commander of the Red Blood Battalion of the Zhenbei Army, bowed to the sky, and Yan Qingxuan said, "General Bao, get up." ”

Bao Xiangtian didn't stand up, but only heard him say: "The last general has committed the crime of defrauding the king, and the last general deserves death." ”

Yan Qingxuan's face showed a hint of helplessness, "I forgive you for your innocence, get up." ”

"The last general thanks Your Majesty for not killing. ”

After speaking, he buckled his head heavily, and then slowly stood up, his face respectful or respectful.

Yan Qingxuan was the first to take the seat and asked, "Say, what's going on?"

Bao reported to the sky, saying that Xuanji Mountain was occupied by extraterritorial monks, Xuanji Mountain is an important place, Yan Furan focused on explaining, must be guarded, get the news, Yan Qingxuan immediately rushed over through the teleportation array, but after arriving, there was no shadow of extraterritorial monks.

"Yes. ”

Bao Xiangtian said: "The last general didn't mean to deceive the saint, it's really that the things on Xuanji Mountain are too weird.

About a few days ago, that is, on the night of the promotion of the Holy Emperor to the Imperial Dynasty, a thick fog floated from Xuanji Mountain, and at first the general only thought it was a change in the weather, so he didn't pay much attention to it, but that night, a team disappeared into the thick fog, and no one was alive or dead. ”

Hearing this, Yan Qingxuan raised his eyebrows lightly and asked in a deep voice, "Why didn't you report it?"

Bao Xiangtian hurriedly said: "On the day of the incident, the general had already sent someone to the general, but there was no response. ”

Oh?

Yan Qingxuan's eyes flashed with thought, he had already reported to Luo Zhan on the day of the incident, but he didn't receive a report from Luo Zhan, let alone him, even the Dark Martial Guard didn't receive any news.

Yan Qingxuan looked at Bao Xiangtian and said, "You go on." ”

Bao Xiangtian replied "yes", and then continued: "The last general ordered the soldiers to search, but they did not find it, and the next night, the same thing happened, and another team disappeared in the thick fog.

This happened for several days, and the people in the Red Blood Camp were panicked, but the general was really incompetent and couldn't find out the reason.

I will be sorry for the missing brethren, sorry for them......"

Boom!

Speaking of this, Bao Xiangtian knelt down heavily: "The last general is incompetent, and he deceived the saint on the grounds of a foreign monk, and committed the crime of deceiving the king, the crime is unforgivable, and I ask the saint to surrender." ”

Well.

Yan Qingxuan looked at Bao Xiangtian, who was a little out of control, Yan Qingxuan said sharply: "Bao Xiangtian, you give me up." ”

"The last general ......" Bao Xiangtian was about to say, but when he looked up and saw Yan Qingxuan's stern eyes, he didn't dare to say any more, and stood up boldly.

"You are still not the general of my Yan Kingdom, you have followed the general to fight in the south and the north for so many years, is this how the general taught you, ah......? Do you think a word of incompetence can cover up your sins? Do you think a word of incompetence can save those missing soldiers?"

"The last general, the last general......"

Bao Xiangtian's eyes were red, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say when the words came to his mouth.

"Okay, don't say it. Yan Qingxuan stopped Bao Xiangtian, "You go down first, order to go down, let the soldiers not go out of the camp tonight, everyone must stay in the barracks after nightfall." ”

"Yes. ”

Bao Xiangtian replied and slowly retreated from the tent, but Yan Qingxuan in the tent fell into deep thought.

The Xuanji Gate is strange, Yan Qingxuan has long known it, but he didn't expect to cause such a big harm.

The most important thing is that Bao Xiangtian reported to Luo Zhan, but Luo Zhan neither came to check nor reported to Yandu, he did not suspect Luo Zhan, because Luo Zhan could not betray Yan Guo, he suspected that the people sent by Bao Xiangtian did not see Luo Zhan, or those who went to deliver the letter also disappeared out of thin air like the hope of the squad that disappeared in the thick fog.

"That's it, don't think about this yet, I'll tell my father about this first. The strangeness of the Xuanji Gate made Yan Qingxuan puzzled and felt very tricky, he felt that he might not be able to solve it with his ability, so he informed Yan Furan of this matter first.

He sat down cross-legged, ran the Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique, invoked Qi Luck, pinned the will of his body on Qi Luck, and transmitted it back to the Qi Luck clone who was far away in Yandu.

For the application of qi luck, all come from the Son of Heaven Wangqi technique, with the participation of the Son of Heaven Wangqi technique, Yan Qingxuan's application of qi luck is becoming more and more handy.

If you let those extraterritorial emperor-level forces know that a mid-infant monk's use of qi luck is still above them, I am afraid that they will be angry to death.

Last night, Yan Qingxuan didn't get up, but closed his eyes and recuperated, running around continuously, he also felt tired, although there was a teleportation array, which saved him from the hard work of hurrying, but after many battles, his body was almost to the extreme, and he needed to adjust.

He didn't know what was going to happen tonight, and Yan Qingxuan was in awe of the unknown, so he was extra careful, he needed to adjust his state to the best to deal with the changes that might happen tonight: he had to personally investigate the strange fog.

Yandu, East Pole Palace.

"Xuanji Gate, weird fog?"

Yan Qingxuan's luck clone received the message from Yan Qingxuan, his brows furrowed, and his eyes showed a look of worry.

Xuanji Gate is a sect that has been inherited from the Middle Ages to the present, hiding a big secret, even his father Emperor Yan Furan can't break it, and now where has his body encountered strange things, how can he not be worried, thinking like this, his body turned into a streamer and shot in the direction of Wu'an Mountain.

"The old slave visits the Holy One. ”

Seeing Yan Qingxuan's arrival, Zhao Wuyang immediately rushed over, "The master is still meeting guests, if there is something in the saint, I'm afraid I still have to wait." ”

Even Ling Feng didn't rush out, which showed how important the conversation between the two sides was, and the big things couldn't be disturbed.

"Not over yet?"

Zhao Wuyang made an "um" sound from his mouth and nodded, "There is an urgent matter in the saint?"

"Hmm. For Zhao Wuyang, Yan Qingxuan's luck clone did not hide it, "It's the Xuanji Gate that has a problem." ”

"Xuanji Gate?"

Zhao Wuyang read it, and then said: "Wait a minute, the old slave will inform the master." ”

Yan Furan once explained that once there was a change in the Xuanji Gate, he must be notified in time, even if he was in retreat and cultivation, he must be notified as soon as possible.

Therefore, when Zhao Wuyang learned that Yan Qingxuan's luck clone was intended, he immediately changed his decision, even if Yan Furan was meeting guests, he had to go in to perceive Yan Furan.

"Lord Zhao, don't be so ......"

Before the "urgency" in Yan Qingxuan's luck clone was finished, Zhao Wuyang was already gone.

Luck Clone: "......"

is in a hurry, this is not like the steady Zhao Wuyang......

(End of chapter)