The bigger the event, the more it spreads.

For ordinary people, even if the letters are communicated between the two governments, it will take one or two or three years to get a reply.

This is certainly because most of the imperial court's post stations have been laid off in recent years, which also shows the difficulty of communication.

But for many major forces, this is not the case.

The longer the great forces passed down, the more channels and methods there are, not to mention the precious things like analogous magic weapons such as round light mirrors.

There is no shortage of communication methods faster than Lingying.

"Swish!"

In the simple tent, a middle-aged man with a dark yellow face suddenly opened his eyes, faced the surprised gazes of the people in the tent, without saying a word, and started writing quickly.

“Huh?”

There were not many people in the simple tent, and they were mostly dressed in luxury. They were talking about something, but now they looked at the middle-aged man.

"Cheng Liu, what did you find?"

Sitting upright, the luxuriously dressed old man asked in a deep voice.

"Go home owner..."

The middle-aged man put down his pen and handed the letter before:

"The message from my second brother, the battle in Dingyang City has ended..."

"So fast?"

The old man's face tightened, he took the letter, just glanced at it, and almost jumped up, exclaimed and looked out of the tent.

call!

Outside the account, the cold wind is blowing and heavy snow is flying. The giant city built against the mountains and rivers has a seven-point outline.

Under the heavy snow, hundreds of thousands of civilians are still busy.

The old man walked in a hurry and soon came outside the city, but was stopped by the soldiers guarding the city.

These are just two alien races that have barely changed their blood, but the head of this big clan in the capital squeezed out his smile:

"I have something important to come to the city to meet the prince. Please ask the two lords to make peace!"

"The lowly wise man."

The soldier glanced at him with contempt and put down his sword:

"In the Qisha City, the Ming people are not allowed to stay for a long time. If they do not come out before sunset, they will die!"

“Yes, yes…”

The old man looked blue and went into the city with his head down. His palm, which was pinching the raft, couldn't help but tighten a little.

There is no absolute secret between the big families.

Yu Changsheng's actions could not be hidden from other major clans. Before Yu Liu arrived outside the pass, the Shendu, and even the many families of Wanlongdao sent their clan members to come.

But there are still a few who come from all the families like the Cheng family.

However, after coming outside the pass, everything they saw was completely different from what they imagined.

There is nothing to greet you, only contempt and disgust that is extremely cold.

"As long as I see the Seven Killing King, all this will change..."

Comforting himself in his heart, the old man speeded up, nodded and bowed along the way, and gave him a lot of money before coming outside the palace.

But when he saw the palace from afar, his heart was chilled.

Outside the empty palace gate, dozens of people gathered together, everyone dressed in beautiful clothes, mostly from the great clan.

"Host Cheng's head actually came in person?"

Seeing the old man, the people outside the door looked different, and one of them even sneered:

"The news about the Cheng family is still a little blocked."

"Old man Yan!"

The head of the Cheng family gritted his teeth and felt a little colder.

"The prince has an order!"

While the crowd was discussing themselves, a guard walked out of the mansion and sneered in the expectant eyes of the crowd:

"Summon Cheng Wen'an!"

"yes!"

Hearing his name, Cheng Wen'an's distracting thoughts were wiped out, he tidied up his clothes and stepped forward.

He walked to the front, and everyone was shocked to realize that under his round hat, he had already shaved his hair and had a short braid...

"This old man is really shameless!"

The faces of the people were all ashen. They looked at each other and couldn't help but touch their long hair.

Although the city is still a little short of the distance, the royal palace has been built long ago, with nine in and nine out, and all facilities are available.

In the backyard, Cheng Wen'an kowtowed to the ground and bowed to him. After receiving the promise, he saw the future Lord of the Dragon Court, the Seven Killing King, who was blessed by the legendary fortune.

The man was wearing red armor and had a heroic face. He looked only young, but his eyes seemed unfathomable.

After the light of the light swept over, Cheng Wen'an couldn't help but breathe.

"Living three thousand years in vain, but not as good as a mere junior. It's sad, ridiculous..."

A faint voice sounded in my ears. Before Cheng Wen'an could not help but leave the backyard:

"Seven Killing City, there is no waste. If you want to gain a foothold, show your sincerity!"

call!

In the wind and snow, Cheng Wen'an staggered away.

"Brother Dao is a little too harsh on these wise people?"

Silently, a huge figure appeared in the backyard. He was holding a giant axe and was the lord of the Golden Tent, Zhuo Ligetu.

If outsiders see this scene, they will be shocked and shocked.

No one would have expected that the lord of the Golden Tent would appear in the anti-king mansion in China, and even felt vaguely respectful.

The Black Mountain Old Demon will not be surprised.

Since the death of the Seven Killing Dao Fruit, the leader of the Golden Tent King's Court, died in the backlash of the Seven Killing Dao Fruit, he has become the uncrowned king of the Tianlang Dynasty.

Without this, he could not integrate the entire elite tribe of the royal court in several years.

"The Ming people fear power but not virtue. The more they are, the more obedient they are. On the contrary, if they give courtesy, they will become a disaster."

Standing with his hands behind his back, the old monster of the Black Mountain carelessly:

"When Ming was there, they enjoyed all the wealth and honor in the world. Before Ming was dead, they were impatient to join us.

Such speculative people can only be dogs, not humans."

"Brother Dao is very insightful!"

Zhuo Ligetu couldn't help but nod:

"If you can rebel against the Ming Dynasty, you can rebel against us! But Xu Wenji, the talented man of the Zhen Kingdom, and several vanguard troops, were wiped out by him..."

"Everything that is rotten is not to be cherished."

黑山老妖神情平静:

"As for Xu Wenji, he and the most elite 200,000 Shen Ce Army of the court will be the flame that helps me to rebirth in the fire!

Only by burning everything can you rule the world!”

"Zhuo Ligetu has been taught!"

The huge figure bowed.

"On the contrary, that boy who has obtained this Taoist fruit..."

He handed the letter to Zhuo Ligetu, and the eyes of the Black Mountain Old Demon became obscure:

"Is the last backlash of the northward movement of the Central Plains artifact? Whether it is, how can it be triggered without such a person..."

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Accompanied by Zhuo Ligetu's exclamation, the figure of the Black Mountain Old Demon disappeared in the backyard:

"This is not that easy to get!"

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With the departure of the crowd, the battle in Dingyang City finally came to an end.
To be continued...