Chapter 32: Painting Cake King Qingfeng

When the black tiger heard this, he immediately slapped the table and stood up. "You, a civil official, dare to be so arrogant?"

"Black Tiger!"

Wang Yong saw that the black tiger lost his temper, and his heart suddenly panicked, "Adults have adult plans, don't ask if you shouldn't ask." ”

"That's it."

Zhang Ming also agreed. "We were originally small soldiers, what are you impulsive?"

"Wang Yong, I'm afraid that you will fall for someone else's trick." The black tiger stared at Qing Feng deadly, and the aura of the Great Monk on his body instantly enveloped the cabin.

"My lord, we have given you our lives, do you have this attitude?"

"Then you say, what attitude do I need?" Qingfeng said indifferently while choosing food.

"Alright."

Wang Yong was sandwiched between the two, his heart was about to jump out, offending Qingfeng, and it was estimated that none of the people present would be able to leave.

"Black Tiger, you come out with me."

Wang Yong pulled the black tiger to the door.

Liu vigorously knocked the scabbard twice at Qingfeng, and then followed.

"My lord, look, the people of Baichuan are just unreliable." Zhang Ming's time here is not short, he has long looked at the black tiger unpleasantly these days, but there has been no large-scale conflict.

"Yes, Canglang is the gateway to the Apocalypse, and the city of Baichuan is dispensable for the Apocalypse." Qingfeng turned his head inadvertently. "You're right?"

"This...."Zhang Ming wanted to pat himself on the back, but he didn't expect Qingfeng to be so simple and direct, didn't the apocalypse want Baichuan from the beginning?

"What was that man's name?" Qingfeng continued to ask.

"Black Tiger."

"This person is too murderous, looking for death." Qingfeng put a piece of mutton into Zhang Ming's bowl. "If Baichuan chooses the city lord, I can recommend you."

Recommend me?

Zhang Ming's little heart also began to beat wildly, he originally thought that it would be good to have a position as a general after he succeeded, but he didn't expect the adult in front of him to be so optimistic about himself.

"My lord, don't be kidding, I'm worthy of being the lord of the city."

"Now you don't have that qualification." Qingfeng said solemnly. "If you can get rid of these reckless men in Baichuan City, I will fully support you, and tell you the truth, Wang Yong was promoted by me."

When Zhang Ming heard this last sentence, his right hand unconsciously pressed on the long sword at his waist. "Are you serious, sir?"

"It's hard to chase a horse if you say it." After Qing Feng finished speaking, he also looked around, "Your Highness said that it is better not to use locals as the city lord in Baichuan City, you know what I mean, right?" ”

"Understood, understood in seconds."

Zhang Ming hurriedly poured wine for Qingfeng. "Wait a minute, I'll take the opportunity to kill the black tiger and help the adults get things right."

"Hahahaha." Qingfeng didn't reply, but showed a teachable expression.

Outside the wooden house.

The black tiger looked at Wang Yong angrily. "Look at his face, I'm afraid I won't even know if he sells us then."

"Black Tiger."

Wang Yong said earnestly. "This lord is a celebrity around His Highness, and one sentence can determine our future, and it's normal to be a little arrogant."

"It's not." The black tiger eyebrows' eyes deepened. "Didn't you find out?"

"Found what?" Wang Yong looked at the black tiger suspiciously.

"I released my cultivation just now, and he didn't have any fear at all." Black Tiger was worried that this adult was also a cultivator, and when the time came, both sides would lose, and he would be able to come out and clean up the mess.

If this is really the case, the Black Tiger plans to do it now, and it is a big deal to wait for Wang Bo to come and attack Canglang City together.

"My lord has even seen king-level cultivation, and you don't have enough to see." Wang Yong thought that the black tiger wanted to say something, but he didn't expect it to be this problem. "You believe me, His Highness personally promised me, so now the arrow is on the bow, and I have to send it."

Ay.

The black tiger sighed, he saw that Wang Yong was so persistent, and it was not good to continue to say anything, probably because he had waited so long and suddenly had such a big opportunity, the black tiger felt that he had not reacted in his heart.

At this time.

Wolf smoke rose in the distance.

"Wang Bo is already here." The black tiger stared at the smoke in the air, and it would not take more than half an hour at most for them to kill here.

"So what now?" After all, Wang Yong is a civilian official, and basically has no chance to go to the battlefield.

"What else can I do?"

Black Tiger glanced at the cabin. "Let's do it first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

"Okay, I'll go and report to the adults."

After speaking, Wang Yong ran into the wooden house, and Qingfeng quickly wiped his mouth after listening to the report. "Zhang Ming, you go and prepare."

"Holo."

Zhang Ming got up and put on his armor, and strode out of the cabin.

"You didn't reveal my identity, did you?" Qingfeng said lightly.

"Do you have that guts?" Wang Yongbi bent down respectfully. "I was offended just now, Black Tiger and I grew up together, and I hope that adults will forgive him for his unreasonableness."

Wang Yong's tone became more respectful.

"Forget it." Qingfeng lies on the tiger skin sleeping mat. "You go back first."

"There?"

Wang Yong responded a little dazedly.

"Canglang City, of course." Qingfeng said unhurriedly. "As a messenger, you still have to go back and report the situation first, otherwise the King of Canglang will be suspicious."

"Then here..."Wang Yong also understood what Qingfeng meant, the key is that the battle here is about to start, if he leaves, and the black tiger loses his temper again, then the matter will be complicated.

"You don't believe me?" Qingfeng saw Wang Yong hesitate, and his voice became a little more serious.

"No, it definitely doesn't mean that."

Wang Yong began to stutter when he spoke because he was nervous.

"Alright, before the battle begins, you leave. If you can kill the King of Canglang and then blame Baichuan City, this is a great achievement. Qingfeng even arranged the script for Wang Yong to go back.

Wang Yong also reacted quickly. "I will do my best in the next place."

After saying that, Wang Yong left the wooden house.

After Qingfeng ate and drank enough, he slowly walked out of the wooden house. "I haven't really appreciated the battle in the human world."

Not far away.

The Baichuan Iron Cavalry, which was the first to arrive, was attacked by a tripping horse, and a large number of cavalry died under the swords of the Canglang soldiers.

"There's an ambush!" Wang Bo held a spear in his hand, and the expression on his face became even more difficult to look at as he looked at these soldiers wearing Canglang style armor. "Zhang Ming, you dog son, come out and die!"

"Master is here."

Zhang Ming held a long sword, stood on the hillside, and deliberately provoked.

"Wait for me." Wang Bo drove his horse forward.

Zhang Ming didn't move. "I heard that you are in the late stage of the Great Monk, I would like to take a good look at it."

"Come on, then."

Wang Bo rose from his horse, clenched his spear in both hands, and waved it in the air.

Countless wind blades surged towards Wang Bo.

"Good time."

Zhang Ming held his long sword across his chest and made a defensive stance.