"I promoted him back then, but I didn't protect him..."

When he sighed, Huang Sixiang was shocked and sweated in a cold sweat. Then he suddenly realized that the old man, as the Minister of War, had promoted Qin Lihu.

But it's not just Qin Lihu...

"Sir, you..."

Huang Sixiang wanted to speak but stopped.

"When the world is in turmoil and the rebel kings are rising, I have no power to pacify the world. Do you have to take the lead in suppressing your disciples?"

After a deep look at Huang Sixiang, Xu Wenji smiled bitterly:

"In your eyes, isn't I really so old-fashioned?"

Not?

Huang Sixiang felt sorry for her, so she naturally didn't dare to say it, but she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that after Xu Wenji pacified the turmoil in Yunzhou, he turned to the northwest road...

"The world is the world of all people. I, Xu Wenji, can die by myself, so why should I drag more people to be buried with you?"

After coughing a few times, Xu Wenji pointed to the file on the case and signaled Huang Sixiang to take a look.

The latter glanced over and was shocked.

"A hero came out of the frontier. This man was born in nowhere. In less than a year, he actually convinced the eight hundred tribes under Qisha Mountain. Recently, he persuaded the fourth of the eight great sacred mountains of the Golden Tent King Court to be called Qisha King..."

"Just, more than a year!"

In more than a year, the Eight Divisions of Tianlang, which were about to fall apart, were re-knitted!

Looking at the things recorded in the file, Huang Sixiang couldn't help but take a breath:

"How is this possible?!"

"I am confused, but this is the information obtained by hundreds of secret spies of the Jinyiwei for their lives..."

"this……"

Huang Sixiang was shocked and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Perhaps this is the reason for the transformation of the boss?

"I am just a mediocre person. I have no power to welcome Your Majesty, nor can I calm the world..."

Under the lights, Xu Wenji's expression was unstable:

"But if I let the artifact fall under my command, then I will be a sinner for the ages..."

"you……"

...

...

The heavy snowstorms and snowstorms in winter came very late this year, and it was not until the end of November that Yunzhou ushered in the first heavy snow.

Sneak ~

A sword flashed through the already sheathed, and the sticky blood scattered to the snow.

Looking at the barbarian corpse that fell into the snow, a sigh flashed across Lu Qingting's cold face:

"Two thousand three hundred and forty-two..."

After twenty years of practicing Taoism, my hands were not stained with blood, but when I went down the mountain, I slaughtered more than two thousand people.

"These barbarians are really brave. They are obviously only one or two blood exchanges, but they dare to take the initiative to ambush..."

Several disciples from Hanging Mountain also collected their swords.

In the snow under the cold wind, there were more than 120 corpses, all of which were elite Tianya werewolves who entered the pass the year before yesterday and were dispersed.

"This should be the last batch, right?"

Several disciples from Hanging Mountain also looked tired.

This time they went down the mountain, they experienced several major wars in succession. Not to mention the heavy casualties, most of the survivors were a little unstable.

There is nothing else, there are too many killings.

"Don't be careless."

Lu Qingting took a deep breath and ordered his junior brothers to disperse and chase the Tianlang Random Army.

In their eyes, these chaotic troops are of course nothing, but in just one team, they can kill villages, occupy towns, and wander out, causing endless disasters.

"Fortunately, Mr. Xu has completely defeated the Tianlang army. How many years will it take to have a peaceful life next?"

Lu Qingting was also very tired after rubbing his temples lightly, which was a sign of unstable mood.

Although he was not holding a killing disaster, no one was willing to be contaminated with the blood of the same kind.

Zheng ~

Suddenly, a sword sound came from behind him, and Lu Qingting suddenly woke up, holding the Seven Tribulation Sword behind him with his back hand, as if facing a great enemy.

The Seven Tribulation Sword is one of the ten major magical weapons in the world. It rarely takes the initiative to warn you, and the person who comes is probably...

"Seven Tribulation Sword..."

Amid the faint sigh, Lu Qingting felt a flash in front of his eyes, a lightening in his hand, and there was an extra person in front of him, and the Seven Tribulation Sword also fell into his hands.

"you!"

Lu Qingting was shocked at first, and then his heart was relieved. The aura on the person who came was the one who hung up in the sky.

"I wonder which ancestor is ahead?"

Yu Guang glanced at the old Taoist who had white eyebrows and had white eyebrows. Lu Qingting bowed slightly.

Hanging Mountain can become a major force in the world, and naturally it is not just superficial strength.

After each generation of seven sects are decided, the seven ancestors who have taken office will retire to the back mountain.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Yu Baimei looked at Lu Qingting and immediately breathed a sigh of relief:

"You are more powerful than the group of people on the mountain. I have not yet fallen to the end..."

Lu Qingting smiled bitterly.

"Old Taoist Yu Baimei, count it... don't forget it. Call me Master, you won't suffer any loss!"

The old Taoist swung casually and threw the Seven Tribulation Sword to Lu Qingting.

"Master of Fish?"

Lu Qingting was shocked.

This person is the ancestor seven generations ago. It is said that he was shut down to break through the Martial Saint. Now it seems that he is done?

After being shocked, he put away the Seven Tribulation Sword and hurriedly asked about the purpose of the ancestor.

"You, Qizi, are you following the court's butt? You don't even know such a big thing?"

Yu Baimei was a little embarrassed:

"It's a good thing that Shenwu is missing. Otherwise, the day the old demon came out of the mountain, you would probably have been skinned and cramped and eaten and wiped away!"

"Old demon?"

Lu Qingting suddenly woke up and couldn't help but take a breath:

"The old demon in Dayan Mountain, has she been born?!"

"Who else besides her?"

A long roar called the white crane in the wind and snow, and the fish white eyebrows looked quiet:

"Boy, you must follow the old Taoist sword..."

While speaking, he had already raised Lu Qingting, jumped dozens of feet, and landed on the back of the white crane that was sweeping down.

"Master Fish..."

Holding up the true gang, Lu Qingting wanted to ask, the former was already a file, and it was the information collected by Hanging Mountain.

Fan Ru died all over?!

Nine island areas entered the Central Plains?

I am sorry for my mother and invite all the heroes from all over the world to Yunzhou?!

After scanning the file, Lu Qingting couldn't help but feel shocked. It took a long time to digest the information, but he was puzzled:

"Why did that old demon send invitations? And why is it Yunzhou?"

"If you have this question, you should call it!"

The fish white eyebrows cannot raise the true energy, and let the cold wind blow up the Taoist robe:
Chapter completed!