Yang Fan said almost word by word, with a great determination in his tone.

Sanqing Sanren and Xuelian ancestor looked at each other and took a breath of air in their hearts.

The man in front of him was like the uncrowned king of the nine barbarian tribes, the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

The latter made a wild statement and set foot on the thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin within ten years.

The former is determined to sweep away the nine barbarian tribes.

"I heard from Elder Feng that Fellow Daoist Yang intends to become the supreme commander of the 13th National Alliance of Northern Qin. Now it seems that this matter is absolutely impossible."

The Sanqing Sanren's eyes are firm.

"Why?" Yang Fan smiled, a little curious.

"Sweeping the barbarians? If you are allowed to become the supreme commander, wouldn't you use the fate of hundreds of millions of people in the thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty as a gambling capital to realize your personal wishes and will?"

As the leader of the righteous path, Sanqing Sanren seems to have a heart of compassion for heaven and sympathy for others.

"This war is a bet. If you win, the Northern Qin can be at least peaceful for a thousand years. If you lose, the Northern Qin people will embark on the road to destroy the country."

"However, in the hands of different people, the chances of winning will be completely different."

Yang Fan's eyes gradually drifted away.

"Don't argue with you two. Fellow Daoist Yang can help balance a barbarian and heavenly master. Our goal of this trip has at least achieved."

The Blood Refining Ancestor came to smooth things over.

The Sanqing Sanren fell into short-term thinking.

He was pondering the last two sentences Yang Fan said, and it felt that something really made sense.

This war was a bet that determined the fate of heaven.

However, he did not dare to have too much luxury for Yang Fan's ability.

If he is really asked to gamble, who can guarantee that he has a greater chance of winning?

Yang Fan and the two great monks finally ended after a brief "confrontation".

The two great monks stood up to say goodbye, and Shi Qianhan also left together.

When the three of them left the guest room, Yu Lin and others who were waiting outside were slightly stunned.

Then, the two great monks, with this young man of unknown origin, rushed back to the main hall in the center of the ancient Liang City.

Along the way, many people looked at Shi Qianhan curiously.

This man actually flew side by side with two great monks.

Are they strong men at the same level?

More than a dozen powerful Nascent Souls were soon gathered in the conference hall.

Those here are all in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul and early stage of the Nascent Soul cultivators are not even qualified to participate.

"Everyone, this is the newly joined Shi Qianhan. His main task is to fight against the barbarian and heavenly masters. I believe that his joining will make the situation change."

The Blood Refining Ancestor introduced.

Wow!!

More than a dozen high-level Nascent Souls on the field were in an uproar and shocked.

It is not just Shi Qianhan's identity, but more of his mission to compete with the Barbarian Heavenly Master.

"Shi Qianhan? I heard that he seems to be the same person as the legendary Yang Fan."

Everyone below realized something.

After everyone calmed down, Sanqing Sanren and Xuelian Ancestor began to formulate battlefield strategies.

Shi Qianhan listened quietly without saying a word. Even if Sanqing Sanren and Xuelian Ancestor asked, he would not raise any questions.

His mission is to check and balance a barbarian and heavenly master, that's all.

As for other things, leave them to me to worry about.

When the battlefield strategy was formulated, Yu Lin raised questions: "The extreme delay is to find ways to cure Lingxiao Sword Immortal's injuries. If he didn't take action, how to compete with the Black Wind Demon Emperor."

"Fellow Daoist Feng's injuries are very serious. I'm afraid it will be difficult to heal in less than a year or two, unless... he can find a very clever miracle doctor."

When Sanqing Sanren said this, his eyes lit up.

"Hey, I heard that fellow Daoist Shi's other identity is a generation of miracle doctors. It is rumored that he can be reborn."

Someone suddenly spoke.

Hearing this, the ancestor of Blood Refining and Sanqing Sanren couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Chapter completed!