Due to the burden of a large number of soldiers under his command, although Luo Weikun and others walked all the way after leaving the mountain village, they had just left the Nanyang territory before dark.

Seeing that it was dark, everyone could only find a dilapidated temple in the mountains to rest and wait for the next day before moving on.

Fan Difei, Han Yiqi, Yang Wei and Yang Qilin are all masters of the Sixth Realm. After being blocked by Luo Weikun, they were thrown into the corner and sent several people to guard them.

Seeing Yang Qilin lowering her head and silently, Han Yiqi glanced at the corner of her lips and smiled happily: "Youyouyou, let me see what this sister is doing? Look at these tears, are you crying? Why, your courage is scared?"

Yang Qilin ignored her, and Yang Wei glared and said sternly: "Who did you say was scared to tears?"

"I will tell you whoever takes the opportunity!" Han Yiqi shrugged and said with a smile, "Look, your sister is still a sister, and she is crying like the rain hitting the crabapple. Tsk, that's so cute!"

Yang Wei's lungs were about to be furious, but her skills were blocked and tied up by ropes. She could not beat people up at all. She could only glar at Yang Qilin and said annoyedly: "Can you stop embarrassing?"

Yang Qilin bit her lip lightly and turned her head aggrievedly.

Seeing their internal strife, Han Yiqi became happier and pushed Fan Difei with his elbow. The latter understood and smiled and said, "You are still wronged? Why are you yelling at her? It's not her fault that you are timid. You think everyone is like you, and your mind is full of muscles..."

Fan Difei and Han Yiqi are masters of mouth cannons who have been cursed by the verbal fights of later generations forums. At this moment, with full firepower, not only did Yang Qilin cry and tears flow down, but Yang Wei also roared in anger.

Annoyed by Yang Wei's roar, Luo Weikun lost his eyes. One of his subordinates took out a rag and stuffed it directly into Yang Wei's mouth. Her eyes were so angry that she was full of fire.

Yang Wei couldn't speak anymore, and Han Yiqi and Fan Difei sarcastically for a while, and they also felt boring.

Han Yiqi looked at Luo Weikun and others sitting together and talking, and whispered: "Do you have any solutions?"

Shaking his head gently, Fan Difei smiled bitterly and said, "That's the seventh realm. I'm not a monster like Brother Demon. I can't escape the seal they have given."

Sighing, Fan Difei leaned against the mud wall behind him and smiled, "I didn't expect that after making trouble in Beili for so long, he would die at the hands of the Mongolians in the end."

"What are you saying?" He glared at him, and Han Yiqi said annoyedly, "Don't give up, can you?"

Fan Difei turned his head, looked at her a few times, and suddenly smiled, "Speaking of it, I have always had a question. Why don't you satisfy my curiosity while now?"

Han Yiqi frowned slightly: "What's the matter?"

Sitting up straight, Fan Difei asked, "Didn't Brother Yao wash off the marks on your face before? Why have you still painted your face like this over the years? Logically speaking, we are over the age of non-mainstream?"

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and Han Yiqi bit his silver teeth: "You look so serious, are you going to ask this?"

"Otherwise?" Rolling his eyes, Fan Difei smiled, "Can you still ask your aunt when?"

"Get out!" He spat, and Han Yiqi's eyes gradually dimmed when he thought about the man back then, and he laughed in a low voice, "Even Brother Yao, Mengmengda and the others don't know about this."

"Then I'm even more curious!" Fan Difei asked with his eyes wide open.

Seeing him having no concern for his self-esteem, Han Yiqi was furious at first, and then laughed out loud, telling the story of that year.

Upon hearing that Han Yiqi had this experience, Fan Difei widened his eyes and said furiously: "I'm lying down! Is that man blind? Is he so beautiful girl disliked?"

Han Yiqi chuckled in a low voice and said, "That's what you have seen me, all he has seen is my messy face, man..."

"What is a man?" Fan Difei said dissatisfied, "I'm not such a person."

"What kind of person are you?" Han Yiqi glanced at him and said with a smile, "Good person?"

Fan Difei, who was suddenly sent a good person card, felt a pain in his chest and smiled helplessly.

It seems that because of the past lingering in my heart, Han Yiqi rarely restrained her crazy appearance on weekdays and showed a little melancholy.

No matter how crazy she is, she is still a girl in her bones. Now she is trapped in the enemy camp, with two seven realms on her side, and she has no hope of escaping. In the face of death, she still feels a little bitter in her heart.

Seeing her face dark, Fan Difei's heart trembled, and a feeling of pity rose involuntarily.

There is no shortage of beauties in the Literature and Art Department. Not to mention Li Huan, who is so beautiful in the country, even Yu Jieyi, Hu Xian, Jiang Siyu and others are all first-class beauties.

Among these women, perhaps only Han Yiqi, who has been covered with paint all year round, is the least surprising thing in terms of appearance.

Over the years, Fan Difei has not yet met other women, ladies from his family, jassicas in the small family, and chivalrous women in the martial arts world. He himself is a regular visitor to the brothel music house in Chengdu. He spends a lot of money all year round and is often ridiculed by women such as Yu Jieyi in private.

But no one has ever been like Han Yiqi, which makes him feel pity.

Just as Fan Difei was in his heart, Luo Weikun, Yang Lulu, Guo Jiahui, Zhang Yihao and Yao Yu were sitting around discussing the next arrangement.

Yao Yan was originally the chief strategist under Badu. Because he was not a monk, he did not participate in the Battle of Huangyang Mountain. He also heard the news and rushed to surrender when Luo Weikun and others gathered their subordinates.

At this time, he was recounting his thoughts.

"Bei Li and the Southern Song Dynasty occupied the southeast and the north. We may not be able to make any difference when we continue to stay here. As for the Dawen and the Southern Barbarians in the southwest, we may not have a place to stay. According to what we think, we should go to the northwest."

"Northwest?" Luo Weikun frowned and pondered, "Although there is no power there for the time being, with the current situation, I'm afraid that Wenbang and Beili will compete for the northwest soon, at that time..."

"It is precisely because of this that we have to go to the northwest," Yao Yu said in a deep voice. "Before Dawen and Beili intervene in the northwest, we will occupy a base there, then form a horse to hide in the dark, and wait for Dawen and Beili to take advantage of the situation to attack and annex their troops."

Luo Weikun nodded secretly when he heard this. Yang Lulu held the spear and said silently. Zhang Yihao pondered for a moment and suddenly asked, "How about we go to Wenbang?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Zhang Yihao said, "The King Wen led his army to the southeast. His whereabouts are unknown. Dawen is full of internal and external troubles. If that is the case, why don't we go there? With our strength, we can exchange for a sufficient identity. In time, we may be able to use Dawen to destroy the Song Dynasty."

"Did you forget who did your adoptive father die at the hands of whom?"

Before everyone could speak, Guo Jiahui had already said sternly.

Zhang Yihao shook his head and said in a deep voice: "I know my adoptive father died at the hands of the King Wen. However, in the current situation, with our strength alone, let alone destroying the Song Dynasty, even the already divided Beili or Southern Song Dynasty, I am afraid that it will not be able to do it."

Guo Jiahui glared at her apricot eyes, and was about to argue with him, Yang Lulu suddenly looked shaking, raised her hand to stop her from speaking, and then turned her head and looked outside the mountain temple with Luo Weikun.

Seeing the actions of the two of them, everyone in the temple was stunned. Zhang Yihao reacted the fastest. When he jumped up, he picked up the Kunlun Shield, which was in the shape of a mountain, and turned around to look outside the temple.

When Fan Difei and Han Yiqi saw their movements, their hearts were trembling and they looked outside.

When everyone was on guard for a while, they heard a sneer: "I said who it is? It turns out that it is the King of Northern Guns."

As he spoke, several figures had already walked outside the temple. The leader was Wanyan Tiefeng, the former lord of Dawan City with a mandarin duck sword tied with a waist.

Just as he walked into the mountain temple, Wanyan Tiefeng glanced at everyone in the temple and laughed: "Just with this little manpower, can you still want to avenge Dayuan?"

Yang Lulu ignored his jokes and just took out the green bamboo gun silently. The tip of the gun shook, and a few blue shadows appeared.

Wanyan Tiefeng smiled and sneered, "Why, when old friends meet, they will use swords and guns as soon as possible? Have you forgotten how your senior brother died back then? If he hadn't been dissatisfied with me as the King of Knife and as famous as his King of Guns, he came to provoke me, but was stabbed to death by me several times."

"Speaking of this, if your senior brother had not died at my hands, the title of the Gun King would not have fallen into you..."

Just as Wanyan Tiefeng was talking, Yang Lulu's face was getting sharper. When he heard his last sentence, the woman who had always been quiet had already roared sharply, and the gun shadow turned into a rainbow and shot out.

Clang! Wanyan Tiefeng waved his hands, and when the two mandarin duck swords were unsheathed, they had crossed up and collided with the green spear blade. The powerful seven-level true energy hit each other, and instantly caused a storm of wind. If Luo Weikun had not supported the realm and protected everyone behind, I would probably have died in the storm of wind except for a few seven-level people.

When Luo Weikun supported the realm, a young woman with a cold face behind Wanyan Tiefeng had already seen it. She flashed and appeared in front of Luo Weikun like teleportation, holding a colorful round blade in her hand and slashed out.

When the woman took action, Luo Weikun's hair suddenly exploded, and a black shadow flashed. The Raast sickle that was blessed with the Shadow Avenue had already swung out, fighting with the colorful round blade, swaying countless Mars.

"You go first!" Luo Weikun turned around and shouted, waving the Raast sickle in his hand like the wind, fighting fiercely with the young woman who kept wandering around him like a phantom.

Seeing that Yang Lulu and Luo Weiji were both entangled, Guo Jiahui was about to help her, Zhang Yihao suddenly rushed to her side, lifted the Kunlun shield to block a Zen stick that was hit by it at some point.

When the shield and stick touched each other, Zhang Yihao's body shook slightly, and a sweet feeling surged in his throat, but he was injured by the attack from the visitor.

The technique that Zhang Yihao practiced was exactly the "Kunlun Tongdi Gong" obtained by Fu Feng in Kunlun Mountains, but what he got was only the rest of the article. Fortunately, Ogedei helped him collect a large number of techniques, and after he pieced them together, he could barely get the eighth-level emperor-level technique of seven or eight points.

Unlike Fu Feng who is very particular about attacking, Zhang Yihao used this technique entirely on defense. When fighting on weekdays, he alone is enough to resist the attack of people who are perfect in the six realms.

However, with his defense, he would be injured by someone. Even if it was just a minor minor injury, it would be enough to make him feel afraid.

The visitor was a monk holding a blood moon Zen stick. Seeing that Zhang Yihao was blocking his attack, he was a little surprised and then laughed and said, "It's interesting! Eat your grandfather's Zen stick again!" As he spoke, he raised the blood moon Zen stick and smashed it out again. Just by listening to the sound of breaking through the air, he knew how powerful this strike contained.
Chapter completed!