Broken Wood City.

The gate was closed, and the city was filled with tension. Above the city wall, there were several listless patrolmen of warriors, many of whom were bandages.

Several people were lying on the side of the city wall, staring at the distance with a look of vigilance, as if they were on guard.

Suddenly! On the horizon in the distance, dust rose!

The person who was alert to look at the lookout immediately held his breath, not even dared to breathe, and stared at the distance.

Behind him, other soldiers gathered.

"Maybe those guys from the Wolf tribe are going to attack the city again today?"

"What should I do? In the past ten days, the city has suffered heavy losses. Many patriarchs are not convinced. Before they fight, they have had an internal strife first. If there is another fight, it will probably be difficult to hold on!"

"I heard that the patriarch has already planned to surrender to the city!"

...

Many soldiers whispered, their faces filled with uneasiness. At this moment, they heard the soldiers in charge of looking out shouting again!

"Here I'm back! He's back! The team heading to the league is back!"

"It's not those guys from the Wolf Tribe! It's the team we went to the alliance ourselves! The nine commanders are back!"

"That's great. Once the nine commanders come back, they will definitely be able to suppress the chaos in the city!"

Amid a burst of noisy cheers, the news of the alliance team returning was conveyed layer by layer. Soon someone opened the door and greeted it, but there were several clan leaders who were left behind the Broken Wood.

As soon as these people came out, they looked at the convoy ahead and their expressions changed slightly.

The convoy was extremely ragged and there were many fewer people. There were a thousand people when they left, but now at a glance, the total amount was less than seven hundred.

"Has they also been attacked by the Wolf Tribe?"

As soon as they saw this scene, these patriarchs changed their minds.

At this time, a group of people came over in the convoy.

Seeing this group of people, the faces of several patriarchs became even more strange.

The person who came was the nine commanders led by Shou Jialu Shiwu. He was just walking in the front but had a hint of childishness on his face.

Yu He's clothes were almost soaked in blood, as if they had just been cut and slaughtered.

"This. All the leaders..." Although they were strange in their hearts, the left-behind patriarch still did not dare to say much. They stepped forward one after another and had to report the experience of Shumucheng to the nine commanders.

But Yu He reached out to stop him.

"Well? Young City Lord, what are you doing?" A patriarch glanced at Yu He with an unhappy face. He looked down on the puppet clan of Yu's tribe from the bottom of his heart. He was just lucky.

Yu He seemed to have not noticed the other party's expression. He said lightly: "My father has passed away, and I have inherited the position of the lord of the Broken Wood City. If you have any questions, just tell me directly!"

"What!" The clan leader was surprised at first, and then he became angry. He was dissatisfied with the tone of being dissatisfied with the stimulation.

At this time, Yu He suddenly glanced at him, and the terrifying and fierce feeling in his eyes made the patriarch's back chill, he stood there in his place, and his heart was cold.

Then, four figures flashed by, and they were the four guards led by Cheng Zhijia. They were as fast as the wind, and they surrounded several patriarchs and unshewn their swords!

"Young City Lord! What are you doing!" someone shouted, "Are you going to rebel?"

"Just! I am the city lord! Whose rebellion should I do?" Yu He smiled coldly, and his childishness disappeared. "Okay, don't waste time here. I know that the wolf tribe is attacking the broken wood. On the road, I happened to encounter a team of cavalry. Although we were temporarily killed, we will definitely not give up. Go to the city first! Get ready to fight!"

In his words, he took the lead.

"Shoujialu, Commander Xingbai, this boy from Yubu..." The clan leader who was held hostage by the four guards had to say something again, but the nine commanders ignored it.

Walking into the city, Shoujialu Shiwu suddenly said, "City Lord, isn't you too reckless to deal with it like this?"

"Reckless?" Yu He looked back, "Shoujialu, don't remind me, the agreement between me and you has already made it clear. If this Broken Wood City really messes me up, you can kill me at any time and replace it! But..."

He turned around: "As long as I am still the lord of the city for one day, I will be the one who will do the matter in the city! Now that the strong enemy is on the side, it is time to condense the power in the city into a stream! Save self-expenditure!"

He suddenly stopped: "The Wolf tribe is powerful, but it is not considered the overlord of the Western Regions. If even they cannot defeat it, then..."

"I am a disciple of the Central Continental God of Killing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone else took a breath, and the figure flashed through his heart again, and he didn't say more.

Shoujialushi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, I understand." Then, the group moved forward, and under Yu He's leadership, they entered the city lord's mansion.

On the other side, the convoy entered the city. Yu Qianyu was wearing white clothes and holding a pottery jar, and walked into Yubu's mansion. Soon after, there was a silence in the mansion.

……………………

The northern edge of the Western Regions.

"Oh? Has the catastrophe turned?"

In a large tent, a middle-aged man in a white robe frowned as he listened to his subordinates' reports.

"Turn towards the grassland of the Muro people? However, the ice field is still falling and cannot go back. The way out we are waiting for is still this Western Regions. We must step up the attack! Just..."

"In the battle half a month ago, the two saints suffered a lot of injuries. I heard that it was difficult to recover in a short period of time, so the general attack had to be slowed down, and... "

A hint of palpitation suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Have you confirmed that the God of Killing has left? There is really no trace of it? You can't take it lightly at all! You must make sure that the person is not there, otherwise you can't act rashly! Continue to explore!"

"Yes!" Someone immediately took the order and left.

……………………

Cao State, the capital of Sarhan.

In the palace, a confrontation is underway.

The two sides facing each other are Cao's king and crown prince Cao Tingxi.

"Xi'er, are you crazy? I don't want to be the throne of the country, but I just want to find that person! How could that kind of person care about your request? In the end, he may not get anything! He was in vain for the bamboo basket!"

The king of Cao was angry and his tone seemed particularly stern. He had an indescribable majesty in his words, and his temperament of holding power for a long time was fully expressed, making the palace maids and eunuchs around him silent as a cicada.

But Cao Tingxi, who confronted him, shook his head and said, "Father, you know very well that my ambition is short, and only a hundred years. If you put all your mind on trivial matters, you will inevitably regret it when you die."

"How can the rule of the country be considered a trivial matter? This is something that no one can ask for! Why did Thotel Robb's body and head separate? It's not for my seat!"

"I think before Thotel Robb's death, he must have no longer had this seat, especially after seeing that scene!"

Cao Tingxi smiled faintly and said, "I know I am responsible, but I ask my father to give me a year. If I get nothing in a year, I will definitely come back and accept my destiny from now on."

"You..." The Lord Cao's face was complicated, and finally shook his head, "Forget it! Forget it!"

At this moment, someone outside the hall knelt down and begged for a visit.

The king of Cao saw his only son leaving, his face dimly. Then he sent him into the hall, but he was a guard of Cao.

"Report to the lord of the country! The general of the Northwest Army has arrived and is asking to meet with the lord and discuss the matter of forming an alliance to borrow troops."

"Let's go, another day." The king of Cao was not very excited, so he said a few words before turning around and leaving.

On the other side.

In a gorgeous room in Salhan City, a man with a back and waist was discussing with his staff.

"General, since Cao Guo and Bingyuan are in a tough battle, their troops are in short supply, why do we still have to form an alliance to borrow troops? This is not..."

The general waved his hand and said, "Sir, I don't know the secret inside. Now I have arrived in Sarhan. Then I will tell you clearly. In fact, what I am waiting to borrow is not soldiers, but people!"

"people?"

"Not bad! Man! The State of Cao worshipped!"

The general was about to say a few words in detail when he suddenly heard someone smashing the door urgently.

"General Huo Jia! Not good! Not good! The big thing is not good! It's over! It's over! It's over! It's over! We were deceived by Chen Jixian's traitor!"

The man rushed in without even waiting for the general in the room to give instructions.

The man who was called General Huo Jia frowned and scolded: "Yuan Kai! What's going on? Why are you panic? Also, Chen Jixian is now the prime minister of our northwest, so be polite!"

The person who is called Yuan Kai is a fat man with a bloated figure. As soon as he came in, he didn't care about admitting his mistake and just said, "General! Listen to me! Chen Qian! Chen Qian is not dead! And..."

"What did you say!" General Huo Jia was going to scold him, but after hearing this, he stood up and said, "Say more details!"

"General, please follow me..."

About half an hour later, General Huo Jia and his group stood on a ragged land, with their faces gloomy and sunny.

This land is almost inch intact, the vegetation has long disappeared, and large areas of soil have been turned over one layer, with potholes, and from time to time you can see several amazing pits.

"General, someone came to report to me just now. Only then did the young man know that half a month ago, the real reason for the failure of the Zhaohuo Nine Clan Alliance! It turns out that Chen Qian is not only not dead, but also becomes an immortal! He has become a god! He flies to the sky and escapes! No one can defeat him! Now it's over! Chen family... Chen family..."

After hearing this man's words, General Huo Jia's face became increasingly ugly. He looked up at the air ahead, with a look of horror in his eyes.

But in the air, a few words were floating in the air, some were made of flames, some were condensed by ice and snow, colorful flowing, and mysterious. When people saw it, they knew that there was a hidden mystery of martial arts. If they could comprehend, their realm would definitely be able to advance by leaps and bounds.

However, in the eyes of General Huo Jia, he turned from head to toe.

Those words, read in order, are -

Meng Wudi's disciple Chen Qian fought with the Tibetan gods in the northwest!

Every word is flying, floating in the air!

"Chen Qian! He is really not dead! Moreover, his cultivation has reached such a state!"

ps: Thank you to the precious monthly tickets from the "King of Martial Arts" brother and "Yezi No. 8" brother for the prize!
Chapter completed!