The other side.

In the three border cities.

Chen Zhen was in the tent.

Listen to the wails one after another.

It's the voice of the women from Daqian.

And the laughter of the steppe people.

Wine, women, mutton, blood.

The steppe people just like these things.

Chen Zhen looked at the miserable situation below, but he disdained their low-level needs, and then turned around, but he squinted at Tieertai and smiled.

"Great Khan, looking at the capital today, as soon as the descendants of Xue Bailu die, the Great Qianwulin will be divided into the Demon Sect again, and the current Daqian Wulin people will fall apart, and when the time comes, this Daqian will no longer have a warrior to protect the country, and it will be able to break itself if it is not attacked."

"Well, when people's hearts are scattered, everything will be scattered, and listening to what you say, you are attacking the hearts of the great cadres."

Tieertai just nodded faintly, and drank the wine alone.

Nor do they share it with the Great Priest.

And the chief secretary Chen Zhen was not annoyed, and continued.

"I know that the king disdains conspiracy, but these intrigues can make you lose the least grassland, so why not."

"I know." Tieertai didn't ask how the evil man of the Southern White Lotus Sect was in two places, and he was not in a hurry to advance at this time.

The people need to get acquainted with the fertile land, learn the techniques of farming, and learn how to take root here.

"I don't even have any cultivation in my doppelganger of Daqian, and I just rely on my wisdom to play with these Daqian's people in applause." Chen Zhen squinted his eyes and said, "This Yuan Yan is an incompetent elegant person. ”

The reason why today's Emperor Daqian is called Yaren.

Chen Zhen feels that his calligraphy and painting do have something commendable.

But that's about it.

As an emperor.

He was too incompetent.

As a matter of fact.

It is the strongest Khan in a hundred years.

Chen Zhen is not very optimistic.

Northerners.

It's all barbarians.

....

"Father! I implore you to give an order to save Xue Xuanwu! ”

Yuan Feng was outside the palace at this time.

Kowtow to ask the emperor to give him a holy decree to protect Xue Xuanwu's thoughtfulness.

He is a brother.

He is a descendant of the national teacher.

He was a close friend.

"He was also a classmate of the scholars who persuaded him that day, and as far as I know, he was not involved in any of the atrocities against the families of the martial arts family." Yuan Feng's eyes were full of tears, and his forehead was dripping blood: "I beg you to save him, just for the sake of Xue Guoshi's century-old efforts to protect the country, and you can't let him lose his heir." ”

At this time.

Yuan Yan, who was still obsessed with painting, finally said.

"Son, you say, if my painting is brought to the south, can it be called a master?"

"Draw, draw! Father, you are not only painting, but also painting! You are the Emperor! You are still the king of the Great Qian! ”

"Bold!"

The imperial guards scolded, they all had the special tattoos of the Blood Knife Villa...

I don't scare this prince.

At this time, Yuan Yan pressed his hand, so that the two of them could not be impatient.

"Stand down."

"Yes."

The two royal guards retreated.

At this time, Yuan Feng took a deep breath and said.

"I'm not even as good as a guard..."

"I'm really a faint lord worthy of the name of mediocrity, am I?" Yuan Yan finally said lightly at this time, and put down the paintbrush in his hand.

It made Yuan Feng feel a little strange.

An emperor.

Ninety-five Supreme.

Admit yourself.... Is it a faint king?

What is the meaning?

"Father, you...."

At this time, Yuan Yan was still obsessed with calligraphy and painting, but his eyes were looking outside.

"Just because I'm a faint king, I can't save Xue Xuanwu, I'm sorry for Brother Bai Lu, but I really can't protect his heir."

"Because, I'm a faint king...."

"Xuanwu was raised by watching..."

The implication.

This emperor who was obsessed with calligraphy and painting.

Seemingly....

"Let your father do it."

"You...."

The voice was familiar to him.

Yuan Feng felt extremely frightened.

The cold female voice just now.

Blood Knife Villa...

The current leader.

Tang Fengming.

A bloody coat.

Same position as you.

At this time, the high-ranking sect leader said lightly.

"Let Xuanwu... Go ahead. ”

Even the sect leader of the Blood Knife Mountain Villa said so.

Yuan Feng was a little cold.

Looks like this is his own brother.

Mortal.

.....

[You have repaired a rusty knife, forging skill +1, and obtaining 1 attribute point]

[You can repair such a broken knife, mortal swordsmith, your skills can be described as strong, do you consider accepting apprentices and carrying forward the treasure pavilion? ] Maybe thousands of years later, your treasure pavilion will also be a time-honored brand]

Name: Li Xuan

Talent: Immortal

Repair: foundation building period

Strength: 45

Dexterity: 45

Linggen: 2

Psychics: 13

Prey: Level 5 (6/321)

Wrought Iron: Class 15 (12/3952)

Farming: Level 5 (20/201)

Fishing: Level 9 (30/1285)

Identification of Herbs: Level 17 (201/9122)

Doctor: Level 10 (1/3422)

Iron Fist: Level 10 (-/-)

Wire Knife: Level 10 (-/-)

Delphinium: Level 1 (74/1000)

...

A Thousand Cuts (-/-)

Xue Bailu's Fishing Technique (-/-)

Infinity Magic Knife (-/-)

Guqin Song (Yanjiangnan) (-/-)

.....

"Give."

Li Xuan threw the knife back with a smile.

At this time.

The soldier looked at a new and good knife, but it was a lot of material that was cast in it.

The shopkeeper of the Treasure Pavilion, who was surrounded on all sides, was indeed really serious about repairing his knife....

It's pretty good.

The soldier who took the knife looked at the new knife in his hand, and his heart throbbed.

"Thank you...."

Finally.

There are good knives to use.

....

At this time.

Yuan Xiang was on Jiang Yu's side, not afraid of his bloody eyes like a demon at this time.

"Jiang Yu, I think things can be discussed again."

"Princess..."Jiang Yu said softly at this time: "Even if this is a conspiracy, a pit, and a pit that I must step on... The dignity of a warrior cannot be disgraced. ”

Even if he was a person who didn't deal with Jiang Yu in the army, he was on his side at this moment.

Xiu Wu took a breath.

It's gone.

What kind of martial arts to cultivate?

This evil breath is impossible not to breathe.

Yuan Xiangning, who is also a martial artist, understands... Understood...

So she didn't say anything more ....

Just said softly.

"That's why I don't like Wangjing...."

At this time.

But she watched from afar at the blacksmith shop that would inevitably become a 'victim'.

Looking at the young shopkeeper who is striking iron...

Handsome, young.

And....

Familiar....

Seem.

Where have you seen it?

....

Three days have arrived.

Rain cats and dogs.

Thunder roared.

Jiang Yu didn't move.

Wait until the sun rises.

It's been three days...

Finally.

The atmosphere on both sides began to be tense.

Jiang Yu opened his eyes.

"Halberd comes..."

"Yes!"

Behind him, the sergeant who was born and died with him joined forces to bring his halberd.

These brothers who were born and died, let alone kill Xue Xuanwu.

is to kill the emperor Lao'er, they are all willing....

The emotions of comrades on the battlefield who are born and die can surpass those of the faint old man.

"This 'Overlord Blood Halberd' weighs 1,000 catties, and more than 3,000 grassland people died under the halberd."

"It's the thing that takes the head of the man."