"The law of the veins, I have!"

Fang Yuan leisurely looked at the three Wu Zong who bowed down: "But the law can't be passed down! We have all gone beyond the secular world, so we don't say vain. You have worked for me for ten years, and I will pass the Tongmai method to the end!" ”

In the Dagan Empire, although the Tongmai method is rare, it is really nothing.

Needless to say, Fang Yuan is now completely fishing.

Is there a way to condense the spirit of the veins? What is the final method of condensing the Holy Body?

Basically, one promised to go down, is to completely brand, join the party side.

However, the three Wuzongs were prepared, and they were only prepared to hesitate. They only hesitated, and immediately said: "Ten years are too cheap for us!"

Those who have experienced the severance of the road and are completely desperate, in order to pursue the martial arts, can pay any price.

Not to mention the effectiveness of ten years, is to sell as a slave for a hundred years, maybe someone promised.

"Great good!"

Fang Yuan reveals a happy color and lifts up one by one: "You will be enshrined in my country in the future, everyone is your own, you are welcome!"

It is not necessary for outsiders to resign, but before the hand, especially before the powerful hand, it is unnecessary.

Fang Yuan was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. At this time, the color of the priests of the rites and priests was made. The three martial arts felt like a spring breeze, and even the unwillingness and resistance of the bottom of the heart weakened a lot.

Compared with the happyness of Xia Guojun’s account, there is a sad atmosphere in the military camp of the Wu State.

Wu Yukun looked at the two stretchers in front of him, covered with white cloth, hidden blood, his face finally turned into blood red, violently pulled out the sword, slammed the stake next to it: "Xia Guo! Fang Yuan! Deceive too much This must have revenge for this revenge!"

It is a shame to kill the right arm and the right arm on the spot.

It is even more shameful to be forced to slay the land.

The most martial arts atmosphere is the feeling of life and death.

Even the former princes have left warnings such as "the martial arts chaos" and "the spiritual law bans", but they have never been so impressed.

After the venting, Wu Haokun recovered and took a deep breath, or said: "Life... the whole army is camping, listening temporarily... Xia Guo sent!"

After uttering this sentence, he seems to have lost all his strength, almost softly fell to the ground: "Roll!"

The surrounding guards and attendants had long been eager to leave. When I heard this sentence, I immediately screamed and ran away. I simply hated my mother and gave birth to two legs.

"Wh..."

Wu Yukun gasped, and after a long time, he looked at the corner.

I don't know when there is a black man, as if I have been waiting for the general, and the coordination with the surrounding shadows, I will be confused if I don't pay attention.

"Black ice!"

Wu Kunkun stood up and his face showed a decisive color: "With the strength of our hands, we can arrange traps, can we kill Fang Yuan?"

"It's hard!"

The sound of black ice is hoarse and dry, like a nightingale: "With regard to the records of the Tongyuan Lingshi, even in the secret book of the royal family, there is only a word, not to mention, it is a spirit, not a Wuzong..."

"How did the ancestors deal with the former Yuanshi Lingshi?"

Wu Yukun’s eyes lit up.

"Or wooing, or retreating from the three houses... It is the peerless genius of this continent that has no one in the world. For them, this is just a small waterhole. Going desperately to Dagan, to pursue the road behind..."

The sound of black ice is very confident, as if you saw it with your own eyes.

"I have to be alone!"

Wu Yukun bit his lip and a **** print appeared.

But when he thinks about the age of Fang Yuan, he can't help but despair. If the other party insists on not leaving, then I am afraid that his Xuan Zengsun will die, and he may not be able to win over Fang Yuan.

"Twenty years old, breaking through Tongyuan, this person's talent is indeed horrible! But more should be worried, or he has another way to find the road after the rumor!"

Black Ice's insights hit the nail: "How many people are practicing martial arts? Those who practice spiritual skills may not even have one thousandth of it! This is a big force, if it can be integrated..."

"Tongmai..."

Wu Yukun chewed the words that would immediately pass the mainland, with a bitter smile on his face, and remembered General Feilong: "Not bad... As long as it is a master of martial arts, it can't refuse this temptation."

......

On the second day, the 30,000-strong army gathered and pulled up the camp to go to the Dragon City of the Yuan Dynasty.

And the constant flow of information is also gradually gathering at the head of the army, so that Fang Yuan has seen more things.

"Ok?"

At this point, he was sitting in the carriage, Xie Lingyun served in the side, took over an intelligence, the eyebrows are a jump: "Purple Princess?"

"This woman is the most beautiful pearl on the prairie, the princess of the evening! Is there any interest in the Master?"

Xie Lingyun joked that there seems to be a hint of jealousy in the tone.

"Haha... I am only interested in this person. After all, it is the key figure in the death of King Khan... The beauty town is a hero. This is a very reasonable statement. Hey, this King of Khan is not dead!"

Fang Yuan took the information and sneered.

He suddenly thought of the past, the grassland king of the grassland, Tiemuzhen, seems to die very unclear, can not help but glimpse.

However, in the end, those who succeed will often ignore their own factors, and thus the embankment of a thousand miles will be destroyed by the ant nest, and the evening will not be guaranteed.

Even the emperor of the Nine-Five Extreme, as long as it is still a flesh, a natural disaster, or even an accident, may lead to the collapse of the middle road, Wang Tu hegemony is empty!

‘I’m superb, not guilty of mortals, but they must be careful! ’

In order to successfully explore this world and pursue eternal, we must have a heart that is like a thin ice. Fang Yuan secretly wakes up, and must not be complacent because he has already suppressed the mainland, leading to a failure.

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

He asked a question.

"Maybe the wrath of the Golden Wolf has become a meat sauce!"

Xie Lingyun bit his lip and apparently not optimistic about the other side can survive.

"If this is the case, it will certainly be publicized, but you can see the situation of the Yuan Dynasty. The big prince is self-respecting and confronts several other princes. If there is such a card in his hand, he will definitely fight it out! ”

Fang Yuan touched his chin.

"The meaning of the master is..."

Xie Lingyun’s eyes are stunned and somewhat scented.

‘The most inadvertently exposed style is the most moving! ’

Fang Yuan secretly sighed and said: "The purple dream... is not simple, maybe still alive! After all, if it is for revenge, although the king of Khan died, there are still several princes!"

"What should we do?"

Xie Lingyun’s look is solemn: “Where among the many princes, what about raising one?”

"Haha, the position of a king of sweat, how can I sell a good price!"

Fang Yuan smiled and his eyes flashed through the unfathomable light.

......

Outside the Dragon City, the blood is shining.

Two great armies, fiercely smashed together, war horses, bows and arrows flying, suddenly dyed the whole grassland into a flesh mill.

After the day passed, the two sides of the cavalry retraced, and the eight princes were listening to the damages reported by their men. The face was gloomy: "Damn! How can it damage this?"

"The big prince Batu, the handsome department occupied the Dragon City, the second prince Aguda was taking the opportunity to gather the Khan Wang, and the rest of the princes had their own mother support. If we were in Longcheng, we would not let it fall into it. The hand of Batu!"

Zhuolige is on the side and the sound is heavy.

This time, the elbow was changed, and the Eight Princes had no time to take precautions. It was caught being caught off guard. After returning, it was already unable to return to heaven.

Not only that, but also because of the identity of the younger son, the suspicion of several princes, the situation is very bad.

"Damn! Since the father's sweat has died, he should follow the rules and call the gold tribe and the tribal leaders to publicly select the inherited talents!"

Ge Ritu is helpless.

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

The great prince Batu is brave and good at fighting. The second prince, Aguda, is savvy and thoughtful. As the adult child at the end of the ranking, the Ge Ritu is the most ordinary, and can only rely on the ancient system passed down by the tribe.

"Report!"

At this time, a ride flew away, turned over in front of Ge Ritu, and fell to the ground: "The rear of the call and the commander of the thousands came, the South has ended the alliance, and elected a new ally!"

"Humph!"

Ge Ritu snorted and knew that now is not the time to care about this, he can only ask: "Who are the lords they elected? The monarch of the armed state?"

"No! It is the king of Xia Guo! At this time, the countries not only did not disperse, but went deep into the grassland, the army of 30,000, came to Dragon City!"

"It’s so bold!"

Ge Ritu’s fingers holding the whip are whitish:

"If you give me three, no! Two thousand households, I can destroy all these 30,000 people on the grassland! When will the weak southerners invade this land that God has given us? ”

"His Royal Highness, Hachioji, you need to be calm!"

At this time, Zhuoligetu stood up.

He has different identities, not only the first warrior of the Yuan Dynasty, but also the teacher given to Ge Ritu when he was alive. When he heard his speech, Ge Ritu suddenly calmed down.

"Firewood can only be easily broken if it is condensed into one. At this time, we have only one 10,000 troops in our hands, and we are constantly attacked and harassed by other princes. It is not the time to fight with the South!"

Zhuoligetu calmly said.

"What do you mean by...and?"

Ge Ritu stared at his teacher, and there seemed to be a cool color in his throat.

"Southern people are just a group of sheep. Even if they have a lion, they are vulnerable. If we give enough time to the Yuan, we can go south again sooner or later. A temporary agreement can’t be anything!"

Zhuoligetu does not care about the authenticity, and does not regard the covenant as one thing at all.