"Young City Lord, why don't you go all out and capture Ying Tianfu?" On the way, Fang Yi rode a big horse, and beside him was the man who carried the pot, and he asked.

It's not just him, I'm afraid that the vast majority of soldiers now have doubts in their hearts, it's a pity to give up such a good opportunity like this, morale is high, and there is quite a bit of the courage of God to block and kill God.

"Ying Tianfu, it's not comparable to this eagle's beak. Fang Yi looked ahead and replied, his face was really resolute, if Wan Er saw it, he might not help but sigh, is this still the little stammerer he knew?

Why didn't he want to take Ying Tianfu in one fell swoop, but some things were not just what he wanted, he still wanted to be the commander of Qi Li, and he also wanted to be the prince of the split land, it was not in vain.

I don't know why, he always has a sense of oppression in the face of the scoundrel Wan Yingtian, once he fights against him, he will be messed up, and he can only be pressed and beaten, which makes him very uncomfortable, and the king knife is simply unfathomable.

I didn't feel it a few times before, but when I saw it today, it was definitely an eye-opener, and he was deeply shocked, two hundred elite soldiers were nothing in front of him, he wanted to come, he wanted to walk, as if he was in his own vegetable field, he Fang Yi was like a cabbage, he could pick it when he wanted, even if he was still a little afraid in the face of death, and if he wanted to move this Ying Tianfu in the future, he still had to weigh it carefully.

"Why did the young city lord say this, I think that Wan Yingtian is nothing more than that, more like a ruffian, worthless. "That back-to-back man still has to get up now, isn't he floating, thinking that our Ten Thousand Great Commanders can't get the sword?

In this small city, he is just the last seat, he has no status, his death depends on others, and he doesn't look at who is around Wan Er, the peerless master of the Mo family, Wang Dao, just like him, ten or eight tied together is not enough to kill him with one knife.

The gift of the king of the unparalleled national scholars, Confucian scholars, reading sage books, killing ten people in the world, willing to bear the infamy of the world, this courage, the same sky as high, the same sea as deep, a small grain, do not know the sky, do not know the depth of the sea, do not know, do not fear, ignorant, fearless.

"If he is a ruffian, he is worthless, and you are a mess of mud, which can only stink and rot at the bottom of the river, washed away by eternity, but you cannot wash away the dirt from your body. Who knew that Fang Yi said directly and unceremoniously, in front of the two hundred elite soldiers, he didn't save face at all, how to say that he was also the supervisor of this trip, although it was of no substantive use.

It was not for nothing that Fang Yi said this, he thought that he was not as good as Wan Er and the others, but in his mouth, they were so unbearable, in this way, wouldn't he be even worse.

"What the young city lord said is extremely true, but the lower officials are short-sighted. Originally, everyone thought that even if this back-handed man didn't dare to say anything, there would still be some injustice in his heart, but who knew that when he said this, he didn't have the slightest resentment, and he was calm, as if he had done something wrong.

"What's your name?" Fang Yi turned his head, and then took a good look at the man who was behind the pot, although he was not outstanding, he had an indescribable charm on his body, as if he could cover the world.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, the two are destined to go to an inextricable fate, and in their lives, they have become the closest people.

"Xiaguan's surname is Chen Mingping, and he has seen the young city lord. The back-handed man arched his hand and said, not in a hurry, there is really something.

Now, our back-to-back man can be regarded as having taken his own name, Chen Ping, the plain Ping, the peaceful Ping, and he can no longer be called the back-on man in the future.

Fang Yi nodded, facing the rolling sunset, a situation that is difficult to see in this winter, magnificent and desolate, a few migratory birds that returned early soared above the mountain, sending out a loud cry of fighting the sky, just like him Fang Yi, just like him Waner.

The same sun, different moods, now, Waner is also facing the sunset, the sky is like fire, and the heart is like fire.

"He's gone?" Wan Er asked, beside him, of course, Wang Zhili.

"Gone. Wang Zhili still put his hands on his sleeves, and his long and narrow eyes stared into the distance, I don't know if he had ever envied the freedom of the bird.

"Tomorrow, overnight, the matter of the eagle's beak will definitely spread all over Qingmang Mountain, Qi Li will start to remove Qingmang, hehe, there must be many people who can't sleep tonight. Wang Zhili continued, two chuckles, laughing at the hundreds of thousands of people, laughing at their mediocrity, laughing at their dullness, destined to be controlled by applause.

They have no choice but to accept the message sent by the gift of the king, and they can only know what they know, and they are undoubtedly puppets in human form, so they can't have a little bit of their own thoughts, killing people and killing people.

This is also their hard work, leading Fang Yi to the eagle's beak, surrendering his identity and calling him a brother and sister with such characters, just to use his head, from the time they passed, all this was already doomed, doomed to death.

From beginning to end, they never mentioned the Eagle Village on the eagle's beak, the grandson of the Eagle Village, Wan Er, that is your eldest brother, who has died for you.

One night, the spring is unexpectedly steep, quite a little warm and cold, the cold winter has passed, spring is approaching, shrouded in the fog and ice, is unconsciously quietly melting, dissolving, frozen things, is gradually showing the corners, I don't know whether it is good or bad.

Early in the morning, Wan Er and the others had already split up and went to the surrounding cottages, in order to pour some fire oil on this pile of dry firewood and wait for the spark that would be enough to ignite the prairie fire.

"Lord of Wanfu, please also mourn and change. Looking at Wan Er below, several masters of Tianshui Village were comforting, but they were also sad.

"Pity my eldest brother, it was my fault that he died young at a young age, if it weren't for me, he wouldn't have suffered this kind of unwarranted disaster, blame me, it's me who should die, let me die, let me die. Wan Er is now a handful of snot and tears, as if it was really his own eldest brother who died.

This can make the people of Tianshui Village embarrassed, this early in the morning to cry and mourn, it is really unlucky, you said that you really want to die, you should be Tianfu such a big place is not enough for you to die, but to die in our Tianshui Village, this is not to take off your pants and fart, this is a big move.

There is no way, who doesn't know what he thinks in his heart, so he can only hold him and persuade him with good words: "Lord of Wanfu, how can this be your fault, if you want to blame it, you can only blame Fang Yi of the mountain city, it is too cruel and vicious, and he slaughtered the eagle's beak and razed it to the ground." ”

If it weren't for the fact that Tianshuizhai's strength was much worse than his Ying Tianfu, he couldn't wait to open the door to send guests now, who would have the kung fu to talk nonsense with him.