"I have the method to unblock the meridians!"
Fang Yuan leisurely looked at the three martial arts masters who bowed down: "But the Dharma should not be taught lightly! We have transcended the world, so it is not a lie. You have served me for ten years, and I will teach you the secret of Tongmai! "
In the Daqian Empire, although the Tongmai Kung Fu was rare, it was really nothing.
Not to mention, Fang Yuan is completely fishing now.
Now that I have the art of unblocking meridians, do you want some tips on condensing spiritual meridians? What about the final method of condensing the holy body
Basically, once you agree, you will be completely branded and join Fang Yuan's side.
However, the three martial sects who came were all prepared for it. They just hesitated for a moment when they heard this, and then said: "Ten years will be too easy for us!"
Having experienced no way forward and complete despair, they are willing to pay any price in order to pursue martial arts.
Not to mention serving for ten years, even selling yourself as a slave for a hundred years, maybe someone will agree.
"Great kindness!"
Fang Yuan showed a happy face and stepped forward to help them up one by one: "From now on, you will all be worshiped by our Youguo. You are all our own people, so you don't have to be polite!"
You can be polite to outsiders, but there is no need to show off in front of your subordinates, especially in front of powerful subordinates.
Fang Yuan was well versed in people's hearts, and at this moment, he behaved like a courteous and virtuous corporal, which immediately made the three martial arts masters feel like a breath of fresh air, and the vague unwillingness and resistance in their hearts also weakened a lot.
Compared with the joy in the Xia Kingdom's military tent, there was a sad atmosphere in the Wu Kingdom's military camp.
Wu Qiankun looked at the two stretchers in front of him, which were covered with white cloth, with faint traces of blood. His face finally turned blood red. He suddenly pulled out his sword and struck the wooden stake next to him: "Xia Guo! Fang Yuan! You are bullying someone too much." ! This King Chougu must come back with revenge!"
It was a shame for his right-hand man to be beheaded on the spot.
It is even more shameful to be forced to cede territory and become vassal.
But what aroused Wu Qiankun's atmosphere the most was the feeling of life and death being in the hands of others.
Even the previous generations of monarchs had left behind aphorisms such as "military men disrupting government", "spiritual law violates prohibitions", etc., but they were definitely not as impressive as this one.
After venting his anger, Wu Qiankun calmed down, took a deep breath, and said: "Order... the whole army to withdraw from camp, temporarily listen to... Xia Guo's orders!"
After saying this, he seemed to have lost all his strength and almost fell to the ground softly: "Get out!"
The surrounding guards and attendants had long been eager to leave. When they heard this, they immediately ran away as if they were being pardoned. They simply hated their parents for giving birth to two legs for them.
"Huhu..."
Wu Qiankun breathed heavily, and after a long time, he looked to the corner next to him.
I don't know when, there was a man in black there, as if he had been waiting for a long time. He was in perfect harmony with the surrounding shadows, and he would be fooled if he didn't pay attention.
"Black Ice!"
Wu Qiankun stood up with a look of determination on his face: "With the strength we have and setting up a trap, can we kill Fang Yuan?"
"It's hard!"
Hei Bing's voice was hoarse and dry, like a night owl: "Even in the secret records of the royal family, there are only a few words about Tongyuan Lingshi. What's more, those are Lingshi, not Wuzong..."
"How did the ancestors deal with those spiritual warriors before?"
Wu Qiankun's eyes lit up.
"Either they win over each other, or they stay away from each other... Those who can advance to the realm of Tongyuan are the unique geniuses who are rare among millions in this continent. For them, this place is just a small pool. After making waves for a while, their interest will naturally fade away. Go to Daqian desperately and pursue the road behind... "
Hei Bing's voice was very confident, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
"You have to be patient!"
Wu Qiankun bit his lip, and a trace of blood appeared.
But when he thought of Fang Yuan's age, he couldn't help but despair. If the other party insisted on not leaving, then even if his great-great-grandson was left to die, he might not be able to survive Fang Yuan.
"At the age of twenty, he broke through Tongyuan. This person's talent is indeed terrifying! But what should be more worrying is that he found another way and found a path after the martial arts legend!"
Hei Bing's opinion hit the nail on the head: "How many people practice martial arts? I'm afraid there are not even one thousandth of those who practice spiritual arts! What a force this is, if it can be unified... "
"Tongmai..."
Wu Qiankun chewed on this word that would immediately spread across the mainland, with a wry smile on his face, and thought of General Feilong again: "That's right... No one who is a martial arts master can refuse this temptation."
…
On the second day, 30,000 troops gathered together, broke out of camp and marched towards Longcheng, the capital of the Yuan Kingdom.
And a steady stream of intelligence was gradually gathered at the army leaders, allowing Fang Yuan to see more things.
"Um?"
At this time, he was sitting in the carriage, with Xie Lingyun waiting on the side. He took a piece of information 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 Master is interested in her?"
Xie Lingyun said jokingly, with a hint of jealousy in his tone.
"Haha... I'm just interested in this person. After all, he was the key figure in King Khan's death... Beauty Township is the Tomb of Heroes. This statement makes a lot of sense. Hehe, King Khan died unjustly!"
Fang Yuan tossed the information aside and sneered.
He suddenly thought of the grassland Khan King Temujin in his previous life, who seemed to have died in a very unclear way, and he couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart.
Anyone who succeeds will often ignore his own factors in the end, thus destroying a thousand-mile embankment and destroying it in an ant nest.
Even if he is the supreme emperor, as long as he is still mortal, natural disasters, man-made disasters, or even an accident may cause the middle path to collapse and the king's hegemony to be in vain!
"Even though I'm extraordinary and won't make the same mistakes that mortals know, I still have to be careful!"
If you want to successfully explore the world and pursue eternity, you must have a heart that is like walking on thin ice. Fang Yuan secretly woke up and must not be complacent because he has suppressed the mainland, which will lead to failure.
"It's just...Princess Zimeng, where did she go after that?!"
He asked a question.
"Perhaps he was chopped into pieces by the furious Golden Wolf Guard!"
Xie Lingyun bit her lip, obviously not optimistic about the other party's survival.
"If this is the case, it will definitely be made public, but look at the current situation in the Yuan Kingdom. The eldest prince has his own troops and is confronting several other princes. If he has such a card in his hand, he will definitely play it! "
Fang Yuan touched his chin.
"Then Master means..."
Xie Lingyun's eyes blinked, looking a little cute.
“It’s the amorous feelings revealed inadvertently that are the most touching!”
Fang Yuan sighed secretly in his heart and said: "That Zi Meng... is not simple, maybe he is still alive! After all, if it is for revenge, even though King Khan is dead, there are still several princes!"
"So what do we do?"
Xie Lingyun's expression became solemn: "Among the many princes, do you want to support one?"
"Haha, how can the title of King Khan be sold for a good price!"
Fang Yuan smiled, an unfathomable light flashing in his eyes.
…
Outside Dragon City, blood shot into the sky.
The two armies strangled each other ferociously, with war horses neighing and bows and arrows flying, immediately turning the entire grassland into a mill of flesh and blood.
After the day passed, the cavalry on both sides retreated one after another. When the eighth prince Geritu heard the battle losses reported by his men, his face was as gloomy as water: "Damn it! How could there be so many injuries?"
"The eldest prince Batu and his commander-in-chief occupied Dragon City. The second prince Aguda took the opportunity to gather the Khan's personal army. The other princes all have the support of their mothers. If we were in Dragon City at that time, we would not let it fall. Batu’s hand!”
Zhuoligetu was beside him, his voice was heavy.
This time, the Eighth Prince had no time to take precautions against his elbow and armpit. He was caught off guard. When he returned, he was already unable to recover.
Not only that, but because of his previous identity as the youngest son, he was jealous of several princes, and the situation was very bad.
"Damn it! Since Father Khan is dead, we should follow the rules and summon the Golden Tribe people and tribal leaders to elect a successor!"
Geritu said helplessly.
This generation of Khan kings is a heroic figure, and all the men under his command are also extraordinary.
The eldest prince Batu is brave and good at fighting, and the second prince Aguda is shrewd and scheming. As the youngest adult son at the bottom of the ranking, Geritu is the most ordinary and can only rely on the ancient traditions passed down by the tribe.
"Report!"
At this time, a horse galloped over, dismounted in front of Geritu, and knelt on the ground: "The captain of Huhe in the rear sent news that the southerners have ended the alliance and elected a new leader!"
"snort!"
Geritu snorted coldly, knowing that now was not the time to care about these things, so he could only ask: "Who is the leader they elected? The king of the Wu Kingdom?"
"No! It's the king of the Xia Kingdom! At this time, the kingdoms not only did not disperse, but went deep into the grassland, with an army of 30,000, coming to Dragon City!"
"How brave!"
Geritu's fingers holding the riding whip turned white:
"If you give me three, no! two people from ten thousand households, I can wipe out all thirty thousand 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 calm down!"
At this time, Zhuoligetu stood up.
He had a different identity. He was not only the number one warrior of the Yuan Kingdom, but also the teacher given to Geritu by the old Khan King when he was still alive. As soon as he heard his words, Geritu immediately calmed down.
"Only when the firewood is condensed into one, can it not be easily broken. At this time, we only have a force of ten thousand households, and we are constantly being attacked and harassed by other princes. It is really not the time to start a war with the southerners!"
Zhuoligetu said calmly.
"You mean...negotiating peace?"
Geritu stared at his teacher with a cold look in his eyes.
"The southerners are just a group of sheep. Even if they are led by a lion, they are vulnerable. As long as the Yuan Kingdom is given enough time, we can go south again sooner or later. A temporary agreement is nothing!"
Zhuoligetu didn't care about authenticity and didn't take the national treaty seriously at all.