"Prince Qiqi!"

"Fan Li's gang scattered and fled, a total of seven roads, I don't know which way Fan Li was scattered."

The Ming army, which was pursuing at the forefront, found something unusual and immediately sent back one person to report to the prince of Wanli in the position of the Chinese army.

"Clever." Zhang Juzheng said on the side: "There are only seven people from Fan Li's side, even if they are in one place, facing His Highness's nearly 5,000 pro-troops, they are also mantis arms as a car. It's better to scatter the seven roads, but increase the chance of escape. ”

Prince Wanli snorted coldly and asked, "The teacher is very knowledgeable, and he can analyze any situation. But how, exactly? ”

Zhang Juzheng listened well and was not embarrassed.

He knew that the prince was dissatisfied with his repeated performances, which was sarcastic.

"Hey, how can there be a teacher in the world who accommodates students like me?" Zhang Juzheng sighed before he said, "Your Highness, don't worry, although Fan Li is scattered in seven ways, I have already guessed the direction of his escape." ”

"Really? Teacher, speak up! ”

Wanli was overjoyed when he heard this, and it was rare to use honorifics.

Zhang Juzheng smiled bitterly: "Fan Li's status is noble, even if he scatters and lures the enemy, he will definitely be the safest way to hide." In the current situation, the farthest road from our army is the safest route for Fan Li. ”

"Due south!" Prince Wanli blurted out: "Haha, Lone also guessed it!" ”

Guess?

As a teacher, I almost wrote the answer on my face.

Zhang Juzheng sighed silently in his heart, but he didn't dare to disobey Wanli.

He bowed deeply and said: "Your Highness is a celestial talent, and when your Highness is at His Highness's age, he is far inferior in wisdom to His Highness. ”

"Hahahaha! The teacher was too modest. ”

"Who doesn't know I, Daming, except for Yan Ge Lao and Xu Ge Lao, teacher, you are known as the first person in Daming Confucianism."

It's really rare to finally hear a kind word.

Zhang Juzheng couldn't cry or laugh, and obediently stepped aside.

Now that Fan Li's position has been locked, the next step is the performance time of Prince Wanli.

"Order the whole army, only chase all the way to the south, and don't care about the rest!"

"Today, Fan Li will die!"

……

…………

"Strange."

As soon as he fled to the foot of the lonely mountain, Lu Fubao found that the Ming army was chasing closer and closer.

"I was originally worried that the five eldest guards would be pursued by the Ming army."

"Prince Wanli doesn't divide his troops?"

Fan Li said with a smile: "This is a good thing, the five of them can successfully reach the position, and we will have a chance to fight back." ”

"It's my business to fight back." Lu Fubao gave him a blank look. "I'll go to the top of the mountain in a while, and you quickly climb the mountain and continue to flee south."

Fan Li frowned when he heard this.

It's not Tuoda, he knows that his realm is inferior to others, and he doesn't know anything about formation.

However, Fan Li suspected that he continued to flee south, and Lu Fubao was afraid that he would not be able to wait for the Ming army at the top of the mountain.

After all, he is the target of Prince Wanli.

"Oh, don't follow me all the time!"

The two climbed halfway up the mountain, and Lu Fubao saw that Fan Li was still following, so he hurriedly urged him to leave.

In desperation, Fan Li had no choice but to bypass the mountainside and continue to flee south.

Seeing that Fan Li was finally gone, Lu Fubao did not relax, but his expression became more and more solemn.

She quickly climbed to the top of the mountain and took out all kinds of array materials needed for the [Eight Heat Hells]!

The Ming army came extremely quickly.

Lu Fubao's formation had not yet been fully arranged, and he could already hear the noisy shouts at the foot of the mountain.

"The Ming army has not divided its troops, and the five eldest brothers should be in place."

[Eight Hot Hell], only the last step is missing!

On the top of the lonely mountain, the ground occupied by Lu Fubao's feet has an additional array drawn by cinnabar.

Ordinary formations are all written with Daomen talismans and Xuanqing words, but the [Eight Hot Hells] is very different!

Lu Fubao used cinnabar as ink to write words such as 'fire in the world', 'fire in the sandalwood', 'fire in the sun', and 'fire in the last calamity'.

She also centered the formation and drew a tall and terrifying city wall.

There are only three words on the city gate: Xudu City!

"I use yin blood, set up yin array, and borrow yin fire." Lu Fubao's voice was low, not like her delicate voice in the past.

She slashed a finger, and blood dripped onto the gates of the city.

"The ghost city opens, the yin fire comes out, and all the evil is burned!"

The Ming army's shouting of killing was getting closer, but they couldn't find anything unusual on the top of the mountain.

Because, they rounded the mountainside and prepared to continue their pursuit to the south!

"How so?!"

Lu Fubao was about to send a signal to let the five guards activate the [Yin Fire Thunder], but saw that the Ming army did not go to the top of the mountain at all.

The layout by yourself is all in vain?

"Fan Li!"

"I'll kill Fan Li!?"

Looking at the Ming army that continued to chase south under the mountain, Lu Fubao's face turned pale.

The [Eight Heat Hell], which had absorbed a drop of her essence blood, had reached a state of being ready to go.

If the large array is triggered at this time, at most a few Ming troops on the mountainside will be burned to death.

What's the point???

"Fan Li is here!"

"Who dares to fight with Bengong!?"

Suddenly, Fan Li's roar came from behind Lu Fubao.

She turned around in surprise, but saw that Fan Li had climbed to the top of the mountain at some point, and was shouting at the Ming army down the mountain at the top of his voice.

"You ???" Lu Fubao was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

"You saw it too." Fan Li shrugged helplessly. "If I'm not at the top of the mountain, your killing array will be useless."

"You hate it!"

Lu Fubao's tears were about to fall.

"There is only one Fire Bead, how can you let me protect you?"

"What is a Fire Bead?" Fan Li was curious.

Lu Fubao was helpless and took out something from his sleeve.

The mixed element is like a ball, the size of an egg, and the crystal is translucent like a crystal carving, faintly exuding a burst of coolness.

"[Fire Bead] is the treasure of my Lu family, a heaven-level product."

"Even if you are a Fire Dao cultivator in the Beginner Mahayana Realm, don't even think about burning me to death easily."

"But the Fire Orb can only shelter one person, otherwise I won't drive you away."

Fan Li nodded.

"It's okay, I have a way to protect myself."

Lu Fubao listened, but he didn't believe it at all.

But what if you don't believe?

was shouted by Fan Li, and the Ming troops under the mountain all roared and rushed towards the top of the mountain.

"Hah!"

"Fan Liding is running out of spiritual energy, and he can't run!"

"No one is allowed to go!"

"Prince Ben is going to kill him with his own hands!"

Seeing that Fan Li was a Jedi on the top of the mountain, there was nowhere to escape, and Prince Wanli was no longer in charge of the Chinese army.

Killing the Duke of Da Chu and Jin with his own hands is another great achievement!

As for the reward that had been promised, Wanli suddenly didn't want to give it.

"The world will be lonely!"

"Lonely things, why should you reward these soldiers?"

Those panting Ming soldiers dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, so they could only bow their heads and separate the road, letting their prince climb to the top of the mountain first.

"Alas......" Zhang Juzheng couldn't help but despise in his heart. Are the descendants of beggars really stingy? Throughout the ages, how can there be a monarch who competes with his subjects? ”

On the top of the mountain, Fan Li saw that it was Prince Wanli who came first, and he was speechless for a while.

"Great!"

"I'm worried I won't be able to burn him!"

Lu Fubao was overjoyed.

Fan Li couldn't cry or laugh: "The son of a daughter, he can't sit down." If it were me, maybe I would still be at the bottom of the mountain? Fortunately, the opposite side is Wanli, the first miser of the Ming Dynasty......"

(End of chapter)