"I have the method of unblocking the meridians!"

Fang Yuan Youran looked at the three Wuzongs who were worshipping: "But the Dharma cannot be passed on lightly! We have all transcended the world, so we will not be empty. If you have worked for me for ten years, I will teach you all the way to the Tongmai Method!"

In the Dagan Empire, although the technique of opening the meridians is rare, it is still nothing.

Not to mention, Fang Yuan is completely fishing now.

Once you have the method of opening the meridians, do you need the trick to condense the spiritual veins? What about the final method of condensed the holy body?

Basically, once you agree, you will be completely branded and join Fang Yuan.

However, the three Wuzong people came and were all prepared for a long time. After hearing this, they just hesitated and immediately said, "Ten years are too cheap for us!"

After experiencing the severance of the future and being completely desperate, they can pay any price to pursue martial arts.

Not to mention serving for ten years or selling yourself as a slave for a hundred years, someone might agree.

“Great kindness!”

Fang Yuan showed joy and stepped forward and helped him up one by one: "In the future, you will be worshipped by my Youguo Country. Everyone is your own people, so you don't have to be polite!"

You can be rude to outsiders, but it is unnecessary to show off your skills in front of your hands, especially those with strong hands.

Fang Yuan was well versed in people's hearts. At this time, he acted like a respectful person and a wise man, which immediately made the three Wuzong feel like they were bathed in spring breeze, and even the vague unwillingness and resistance in his heart weakened a lot.

Compared with the joy in the Xia State military tent, there was a sad atmosphere in the Wu State military camp.

Wu Qiankun looked at the two stretchers in front of him, covered with white cloth, and saw blood. His face finally turned blood red. He suddenly pulled out his sword and slashed the wooden stake next to him: "Xia Kingdom! Fang Yuan! Too much! This Qiu Guwang must take revenge!"

It is a shame that the left and right arm was killed on the spot.

Being forced to cede land and surrender is even more shameful.

What makes the most atmosphere of Wu Qiankun is the feeling of life and death being in the hands of humans.

Even the previous generations have left behind aphorisms such as "military people disrupt politics" and "spiritual laws violate the ban" and so on, but they are definitely not as impressed as this time.

After venting, Wu Qiankun calmed down, took a deep breath, and said, "I will... the whole army will set off the camp, listen for a while... the Xia Kingdom sent!"

After saying this, he seemed to have lost all his strength and almost fell softly to the ground: "Get out!"

The guards and servants around him were eager to leave. When they heard this, they immediately ran away as if they were granted a general amnesty, and they hated their parents for giving birth to two legs.

“Huhu…”

Wu Qiankun was gasping for a long time before looking at the corner next to him.

At some point, there was a man in black there, as if he had been waiting, and he was incredibly coordinated with the shadows around him. If he was not careful, he would be confused.

"Black Ice!"

Wu Qiankun stood up with a resolute look on his face: "With the strength in our hands, can we set up traps and kill Fang Yuan?"

“It’s hard!”

Hei Bing's voice was hoarse and dry, like a night owl: "The records about Tongyuan Spiritual Sages, even in the royal secret record, there are only a few words, not Wu Zong..."

"How did the ancestors deal with those Tongyuan Lingshi before?"

Wu Qiankun's eyes lit up.

"Either win over or retreat... those who can be promoted to the Tongyuan realm are peerless geniuses in this continent. For them, this is just a small pool. After a while of turmoil, they will naturally be indifferent and go to work hard regardless of everything to pursue the road ahead..."

Hei Bing's voice was very confident, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"I have to endure it!"

Wu Qiankun bit his lip and a blood mark appeared.

But when he thinks of Fang Yuan's age, he can't help but despair. If the other party insists on not leaving, he may not be able to survive Fang Yuan even if he waits for his great-grandson to die.

"At the age of twenty, he broke through Tongyuan, this person's talent is indeed terrifying! But what we should be more worried about is that he took another path and found the path after the Martial Arts Master!"

Hei Bing's insight came to the forefront: "How many people practice martial arts? I'm afraid that those who practice spiritual skills are not even one thousandth of it! What a great force this is, if it can be integrated..."

"Tongmai..."

Wu Qiankun chewed the word that would immediately spread to the mainland, with a wry smile on his face, and then remembered General Feilong: "That's right... As long as he is a martial arts master, he can't refuse this temptation."

...

On the second day, 30,000 troops gathered, drove on their backs and headed towards Longcheng, the capital of the Yuan Kingdom.

The continuous stream of information gathered to the military leaders one after another, allowing Fang Yuan to see more things.

"Um?"

At this time, he was sitting in the carriage, Xie Lingyun served on the side, and took a piece of information casually, and his eyebrows jumped: "Princess Zimeng?"

"This girl is the most beautiful pearl on the grassland, where is the princess of the Xiye tribe! Could it be that the master is interested?"

Xie Lingyun quipped, and there seemed to be a hint of jealousy in her tone.

"Haha... I'm just interested in this person. After all, I'm the key figure in the death of King Khan... Beauty Village is a hero's tomb. It's reasonable to say this. Hehe, King Khan died without any worries!"

Fang Yuan threw the information casually and sneered.

He suddenly thought of the prairie khan king Temujin in his previous life, and seemed to die very unclear, and couldn't help but feel confused.

Any successful person will often ignore his own factors in the end, thus destroying the dam for thousands of miles in ant hole and losing his health in the later years.

Even the Supreme Emperor of Nine Five, as long as he is still a physical body, natural disasters, man-made disasters, or even an accident, may lead to the collapse of the middle way, and the king's hegemony will be gone!

‘Even though I am extraordinary, I will not make those mortals know their mistakes, but I must be careful!’

If you want to successfully explore this world and pursue eternity, you must have a heart that is walking on thin ice. Fang Yuan woke up secretly and must not be proud and complacent because he has suppressed the mainland, resulting in failure.

"Just...Princess Zimeng, where did you go later?!"

He asked a question.

"Maybe it was chopped into meat sauce by the angry Golden Wolf Guard!"

Xie Lingyun bit her lip, obviously not optimistic that the other party could survive.

"If this is the case, it will definitely be made public. But look at the current situation in the Yuan Dynasty, the eldest prince is respectful and confronts the other princes. If he has such a card in his hand, he will definitely play it!"

Fang Yuan touched his chin.

“That master means…”

Xie Lingyun's eyes blinked, and she had a cute smell.

‘The most inadvertent charm is the most touching!’

Fang Yuan sighed in his heart and said, "That Zi Meng... is not simple, maybe she is still alive! After all, if it is for revenge, although King Khan dies, there are still a few princes!"

“Then how should we do it?”

Xie Lingyun looked solemn: "Among the many princes, can one be supported?"

"Haha, how can a Khan be sold at a good price!"

Fang Yuan smiled, and an unfathomable light flashed in his eyes.

...

Outside the Dragon City, blood light soared into the sky.

The two armies strangled together fiercely, and the war horses neighed and the bows and arrows flew around, which immediately dyed the entire grassland into a flesh-and-blood mill.

After the day passed, the cavalry on both sides retreated one after another. Eighth Prince Geritu listened to the war damage reported by his subordinates, his face was as gloomy as water: "Damn it! How could he hurt so much?"

"The eldest prince Batu, whose troops occupied Longcheng, the second prince Aguda took the opportunity to gather the Khan's personal army, and the other princes each had their mother's support. If we were in Longcheng at that time, we would not have let it fall into the hands of Batu!"

Zhuoligetu is next to him, and his voice is heavy.

This time, the Eighth Prince had no time to prevent the reincarnation. He was caught off guard. After returning, he was powerless to turn things around.

Not only that, but because of his previous identity as a young son, he was suspicious of several princes, and the situation was very bad.

"Damn it! Since Father Khan is dead, he should summon the Golden Clan and the heads of various tribes according to the rules, and the public will elect the heirs!"

Geritu said helplessly.

This generation of Khan is a hero, and his sons are all extraordinary.

The eldest prince Batu is brave and good at fighting, while the second prince Aguda is smart and scheming. As the youngest adult son at the end of the ranking, Geritu is the most ordinary and can only rely on the ancient system passed down from the tribe.

"Report!"

At this time, a cavalry rushed over, rolled over and dismounted in front of Geritu, and fell to the ground: "The Huhe Qianfu in the rear came from news that the Southern people had ended the alliance and elected a new leader!"

"snort!"

Geritu snorted coldly, knowing that now is not the time to care about these things, so he could only ask: "Who is the leader they elected? The monarch of the Wu Kingdom?"

"No! It's the king of Xia State! At this time, the countries not only did not disperse, but went deep into the grassland, with an army of 30,000 coming to Longcheng!"

"So brave!"

Geritu's fingers holding the horse whip were all white:

"If I were given three, no! Two thousand people from ten thousand households, I could destroy all the 30,000 people on the grassland! When will the cowardly southerners invade this land given to us by God?"

"Your Highness the Eighth Prince, you need to be calm!"

At this time, Zhuoligetu stood up.

He had a different identity. He was not only the number one warrior in the Yuan Dynasty, but also the teacher given to Geritu when the old Khan was alive. When he heard him speak, Geritu suddenly calmed down.

"Only firewood can be broken by condensed into a single stream. At this time, we only have one thousand households in our hands, and we are constantly attacking and harassing by other princes. It is not the time to go to war with the southerners!"

Zhuoligetu said calmly.

"You mean... peace talks?"

Geritu stared at his teacher, and there seemed to be a cool look in his eyes.

"The Southerners are just a group of sheep. Even with the leadership of a lion, they are vulnerable. As long as we give the Yuan Kingdom enough time, we can go south again sooner or later. A temporary agreement is nothing!"
Chapter completed!