Xiang Ming still underestimated the power of the three barrels of black powder, and the city wall close to that area was completely half collapsed, and the ordinary houses in the area were already in a sea of fire.

Looking at the town illuminated by the firelight from afar, Meng Juntong's expression was a little blank.

Xiang Ming didn't care at all, he sat on the ground, watching this fiery scene from afar, the flickering firelight sometimes reflected on his young face with obvious outlines, but it was a little difficult to see what he was thinking.

"Let's go, the defenders of Yangguan City have made a secret passage, and they will soon find the one outside the city. Xiang Ming patted the dust on his shirt and slowly stood up, but before he could stand up straight, suddenly a strong hammer hit his chest, Xiang Ming staggered and sat low, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Meng Juntong's angry expression.

"What are you doing!" Xiang Ming was a little tightened by Meng Juntong's punch, and he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, and asked loudly.

Meng Juntong's eyes were like cold stars in the middle of the night at this moment, staring directly at Xiang Ming: "Look at the good things you have done, God has the virtue of a good life, do you know how many people will be killed by this fire!"

It took a long time for the stuffiness in Xiang Ming's chest to gradually disappear, and he staggered to his feet, responding to Meng Juntong's aggressive gaze without the slightest hint of emptiness: "God has the virtue of a good life?" Haha, I heard you right, do you think you are still born in a peaceful and prosperous world." Xiang Ming stood up straight while rubbing his chest: "Don't say that it burns a street in Yangguan City, even if it sinks the entire Yangguan City, there are only a few people." Do you know how many people die every year, every month, every ten years!"

"Now there are only six countries left," Schröding said in a low voice, holding the Victory Sword.

The death of a country, the pain of a lifetime.

"Life and death are fate, it is a certainty, even if he does not die in this fire today, he will die in the disaster of other sword soldiers one day, what is the difference. ”

Xiang Ming's tone made Meng Juntong feel indignant in his heart: "They are all mortals with mortal bodies, what qualifications do you have to talk about fate here." It's obvious that you are cruel and murderous, can you blame this unkindness?"

Xiang Ming sneered, unwilling to dwell on this issue with Meng Juntong, he turned his head to look at Xue Ding: "What is Brother Xue's plan next?" From the beginning, he had the idea of wooing Xue Ding.

How to say that Xue Ding is also the master of the ninth hegemonic sword in the world's divine soldier ranking, and he has also shown strong enough strength in the two little martial arts masters in Yangguan City alone, a master like him, in the eyes of any force in the six countries at the moment, it is a hot figure, if he can be taken under his command, it will undoubtedly be a very powerful help.

Xue Ding has two pupils in his eyes, one pair of real pupils is his own, and the other pair of vague void pupils are Xue Ying's primordial soul manifestation. Therefore, Xue Ding's observation and feeling, Xue Ying can really feel it.

Xue Ding thought for a moment, but in fact, he was communicating with Xue Ying.

"Miss Meng has helped our brother and sister so much, and I promised before, and I am willing to follow Miss Meng before and after the saddle and go to the soup. Xue Ding said with a serious face, people like them are the most important promises, and sometimes they can even live and die for the sake of a promise, since he has said such a thing, then he will not regret it.

But Meng Juntong never thought of letting Xue Ding be her slave, and she never helped Xue Ding to plot anything against him, but she simply felt that this brother and sister were pitiful and worthy of her help.

"Brother Xue, don't say that. I don't need anything in return from you, you can do whatever you want. ”

Xue Ding was silent, but the pair of void pupils in his eyes were flickering brightly and darkly.

Sakura said, she just wants to be with you. "Opened up the real dream room, as long as Xue Ding concentrated, Shensi and Xue Ying could establish a link, and the two could communicate through their hearts.

Meng Juntong sighed softly, in fact, this is not how to embarrass her, she is new to the world, she doesn't know much about the current world, if there is such a master as Xue Ding by her side, it will be beneficial and harmless to her, but she really doesn't want to bind the brother and sister who have just been reunited because she is alone.

Thinking of this, Meng Juntong inadvertently had a flash of inspiration in his mind: "In this case, let's go to Zhao Kingdom together." ”

"Zhao Guo?" Xue Ding raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't expect Meng Juntong to suddenly propose to go to Zhao Guo.

After destroying the Northern Yan, the Zhao State is already the strongest overlord in the north, but the current Zhao State is strong in the outside world, and in the battle to destroy the Yan, the military strength of the Zhao State is also greatly damaged.

Now, the other major hegemons around are all focusing on Zhao Guo, once there are some problems in Zhao State, there is no doubt that this huge fat meat will be eaten by the wolves.

Meng Juntong nodded and said, "I saw the Beishan Mine in Brother Xue's dream before, and there is a person I know there, and I want to go there to see it." ”

This is not an excuse she is looking for, in the Beishan mine, there is indeed a person she knows.

Or maybe I don't know each other, but there was a brief connection between them.

That person's name is Yang Chengwu, and he is an old pawn of the Iron Cloak Army.

In fact, the man was dead, but Meng Juntong still wanted to see the cage that had kept him for so many years, and if possible, she hoped to be able to collect his bones.

The reason why Yang Chengwu died was that he really had no will to survive, and secondly, her mother's former best friend Furong transferred all the remaining merit power from Yang Chengwu to her Meng Juntong. Otherwise, relying on the power of the Quartet merits left behind, there would be no problem in letting this Yang Chengwu live for another ten or twenty years.

Xue Ding looked at Meng Juntong suspiciously, who are the people locked up in the Beishan Mine, no one will know better than him, Meng Juntong said that there are people she knows, but how old is this Meng Juntong, after the Battle of the Longxi Plain, the Beishan Mine almost never received prisoners of war, and at that time, Meng Juntong was afraid that he had not been born yet.

But looking at Meng Juntong's appearance, he didn't seem to be lying, so Xue Ding didn't think much about it anymore and nodded in agreement.

Xiang Ming stepped forward at this moment, as if he had forgotten the previous unpleasantness with Meng Juntong: "It's good to go to Zhao State, I want to go back to Chu State, we still have more than 100 miles to go by, we can go together." Xiang Ming sneered, and took out his rogue face again.

Meng Juntong waved his hand very unceremoniously: "I'm sorry, we don't have the same path, let alone the wrong way, the road is different, it's safer to go our own way." ”