Click!

The light fell to the ground.

In the quaint room, Xue Dilong walked slowly with his hands behind his back, with thoughts between his eyebrows.

"Is it the old demon in Black Mountain, Ma Longtu, or Yang Yu?"

Mo Xingkong, who was serving one side, bowed slightly and asked.

"What do you think?"

Xue Dilong stopped and looked at his right-hand man, the next Imperial Heavenly Supervisor he appointed.

"It's the Black Mountain Old Demon."

Mo Xingkong thought a little and replied:

"The Seven Killings Temple is hidden in the Heavenly Wolf Totem Land. For four hundred years, it has always been a major concern for the court. The old demon abandoned the Taoist fruit, but was afraid that the plan was very deep."

“Yes, not.”

Xue Dilong nodded and shook his head again:

"That old monster is indeed cruel and vicious, but his appointment with Zhang Xuanba has been less than eight years. No matter how arrogant he is, what he is planning is just an advancement of his martial arts and magical powers.

Before the battle, it was impossible to pose a threat to the court..."

Mo Xingkong nodded and agreed.

King Zhao of Xifu and the old demon of Heishan were ranked first and second on the list of the beautiful scenery, but it was not just the divine monument. It was actually that the two had a fight in the air many years ago.

"On the contrary, it's the Yang Zhu..."

A faint light flashed in Xue Dilong's eyes, recalling what he saw when he was seeing the number of heaven and earth on the top of the mountains that day:

"This guy is afraid he has already rebelled..."

"He wants to rebel?"

Mo Xingkong was shocked: "He has no background, no background, no army or territory, and is still wanted by the court. How could he rebel?"

He was the leader of the Imperial Heaven Supervisor and naturally knew all kinds of information.

The court did not talk about it, but in the martial arts world alone, as far as he knew, there were already several masters going to Northwest Road...

"This son is not a thing in the pool."

Xue Dilong pulled a chair and sat down, tapped the table, and counted what Yang Yu had done in the years he debuted:

"Kill the county magistrate, the lord of the palace, the lord of Shangguan, and the lord of Lingchizhou... This person is not old, but he is born with a rebellious bones and lacks awe of the court.

Under the wanted order, some people will escape, some will hide, and some will panic, but this person will definitely rebel."

Mo Xingkong pondered for a long time before he revealed his name: "Wang Muzhi?"

"Of course it's him!"

Xue Dilong smiled coldly:

"The court issued an order to return to the capital of God, but he disappeared. What he wanted to do was self-evident! Yang Yu had no manpower or power, but he had it!

Xu Wenji's six, no, now they are seven disciples, but none of them are fuel-efficient lamps!”

Xu Wenji was able to gain today's reputation not only because of a memorial to govern the country in all directions, but also because of his disciples.

It is different from most Confucian scholars in this world.

Whenever Xu Wenji arrived at a place, he would create a public school and personally preach the scriptures to enlighten local children of appropriate age. This is like this every day, every year, and the land is like this.

Not all of these disciples can become talents, and most of them are still mediocre, but there are many outstanding ones among them.

Wang Muzhi, Feng Junzi, Lian Ruoxu...

The six gentlemen of the Xu family are famous figures in the world and the temple. Now, there is also a beheading knife and Yang Yu who is at the top of the mountains and rivers!

"But Xu Wenji..."

Mo Xingkong heard the meaning of his words, but was a little surprised and puzzled: "He is a pure and honest person and devoted himself to the public. How could he have a rebellious heart?"

"Xu Wenji is honest and honest, and he is a public servant, it is true."

Xue Dilong nodded. No matter how many of the two of them were, he could not slander this, just...

"But he still has great suspicion because he firmly believes in 'Mengxue' and has always followed the way of 'the people value the king' for many years..."

Xue Dilong didn't say it in the second half of the sentence.

But he knew that if it weren't for this, Xu Wenji wouldn't have lost his holy family...

"No wonder lord wants me to take Xu Wenji tightly. Are you worried that Wang Muzhi and others will come to Shendu to rob the prison?"

Mo Xingkong was a little aware, but couldn't help but shake his head:

"In the land of the capital of God, let alone the six of them, even if the Martial Saint arrives, they will be defeated. How is it possible to rob the Heavenly Prison?"

“Be prepared for any trouble.”

Xue Dilong didn't say anything else, but turned back to the original topic:

"The Xu disciples have been deeply involved in Longyuan for many years. Some people raise their arms and shout, but they don't say that they are one or two states, and they may not be able to take them down.

Yang Yu is advancing in Yanzhou. If he wants to make progress again, he will leave the two states..."

"Then he holds two places, mines and horse farms, and can connect with Dali and Tianlang outside the pass..."

Don’t let it go, and there is a cold in your heart.

"It is imperative to kill this beast. Unfortunately, your Majesty is about to go to war. I cannot go there in person, so I can only give Fang Zhenghao the advice..."

Xue Dilong's eyes are deep:

"If Fang Zhenghao acts according to the order and uses the means left by me to take him down, it will probably be enough..."

...

...

"Fang Zhenghao, he has come out of seclusion."

Even if there were no soldiers who rushed out of the courtyard, Yang Yu had already noticed the aura that was much stronger than before.

He has become stronger.

Yang Yu's eyes moved slightly. Is it the Greedy Wolf Dao Fruit?

"Commander Fang, the general wants to see you!"

Not long after, several soldiers came in a hurry.

Prison Yang cleaned up casually, and after he went out and sent Li Eryi away, he had no worries or fear.

Huh!

In front of the stone chamber, his majestic body was facing his back with his hands behind his back, looking out from a distance outside the towering pass. At one moment, he slowly stretched out his hand, and his wide palm caught the snowflakes floating:

"It's so sad to think about the days outside the pass, those wolf cubs and elephant trunks are afraid they'll be ready again."

Yang Yu stood not far away, looking at Fang Zhenghao after leaving the customs.

Before retreating, Fang Zhenghao was seriously injured and dying, and wanted to take a risk to refine the Taoist fruit. Now it seems that he has succeeded.

Regardless of his supernatural powers, this momentum alone is a little stronger than before.

Even if there is no gun in the palm, the sharpness is a bit better.

"When I was young, our family was a Baizhou clan. Although it was not top-notch, it was also first-class. At that time, my nine brothers and I liked the most, that the boys outside the pass came to hunt grass valley after autumn every year..."

Fang Zhenghao said lightly, very calm:

"It's a pity that I have been in charge of blocking the mountain pass. Such a scene has been gone for nearly thirty years."

"The achievements are in the country."

Yu Yang nodded.

From a certain point of view, the three heroes of Longyuan are worthy of the name of the three heroes, whether it is Wei Zhengxian, Lin Qitian, or Fang Zhenghao in front of him.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The three of them live up to their promises, fought fiercely with foreign races for thirty years, and fulfilled their responsibilities.

"Thirty years, there have been more than a hundred battles. Not to mention my brothers in Baizhou, even this general has almost died and died several times.

But what we waited for was not rewards or promotions, but suspicion, but the teasing and mockery of the great people in the capital of God…”

The remaining warmth in the palm melted the snowflakes, and Fang Zhenghao slowly turned around:

"Lin Qitian once asked me why I wanted to rebel. In fact, it's very simple. I think that my brothers are more worthy of sleeping in the imperial tomb than the waste on the dragon throne!"

At this point, it seemed that a cold current suddenly came, and Fang Zhenghao's eyes became extremely sharp:

"What do you think? Yang, Prison!"

"Not bad, it's more suitable by comparison."

Yu Yang nodded.
To be continued...