It was okay if Aba didn't look at it, but he was shocked when he looked at it.
His eyes almost fell out of their sockets, and he couldn't close his jaw for a long time.
It turns out that the iron sheet of Nawen was not damaged, but was just dented.
Aba looked carefully and saw that it was about three-thirds indented, and there were deep white marks on it.
He licked his dry lips and said with difficulty: "What kind of monster is this? It can't even cut through with a Xuanhua ax?"
Arroyo took a breath of air, feeling dazed and confused, like a clay or wood sculpture.
You know, Ashan claimed to be the number one hero from Qi Kingdom, but he was defeated by his former subordinates and had to admit defeat.
"Is this true? I don't believe it." Apollo was stunned, with his mouth open and speechless for a long time. After a while, he shook his head and said.
The royal soldiers were all in high spirits and shouted desperately: "Na Wen is so powerful."
"Na Wen, mighty." In addition to the men of the three great ghost masters, other ghost masters' soldiers also shouted.
On the contrary, the subordinates of the three great ghost masters were like eggplants in autumn, all of them immediately castrated.
Amitofu rubbed his eyes desperately and pinched the back of his hand fiercely. He felt strong pain and then believed that this was the truth.
He smiled bitterly at Apollo: "Ashan's martial arts is actually far superior to Nawen, but Nawen turned defeat into victory with that iron monster."
"What kind of armor is this, so powerful?" Amitofu looked at Na Wen repeatedly, not missing an inch. "It actually covered the person tightly, with almost no gaps even for the face and fingers."
He had recognized that this was a type of armor that had never appeared before, but he didn't know what kind of armor it was, and his eyes were full of greed.
He had seen this armor just now, and even the most powerful master from the Qi Kingdom could not penetrate it with a Xuanhua ax.
It can be said that with this iron monster, life is basically guaranteed on the battlefield.
In front of it, armor and ring armor are nothing.
Perhaps, the Bu Renjia of the Song Dynasty could barely compare with it.
However, the foot armor also has a huge disadvantage, that is, it is too heavy. A piece of foot armor actually weighs sixty kilograms.
Nawen was able to ride on a horse with this iron monster, obviously it was very light.
Apollo's eyes were full of greed, and he smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Didn't the king ask us to send troops? Then we will make a request, unless this iron monster is given to us."
Seeing that the royal family already had this iron monster, they had lost their desire to compete for the royal family and turned to this unknown armor.
Apollo is about thirty years old, with bronze skin, prominent features, and a thick build.
"Exactly, for us to send troops, the king must show sincerity." Amitofu nodded, smiling like a Maitreya.
Amitofu was very fat and his belly was even bigger.
He is about in his early forties, and his skin is fairer than that of ordinary Ziqi people. Among the Han people, his skin is only average.
He was extremely kind and always had a smile on his face.
If you don't know him well, you might think that he has a bodhisattva heart.
But only those who know him know how powerful he is.
Arroyo's face was ashen now, and her heart was sinking, as if she was sinking into the sea.
He wanted Ashan, the subordinate with the highest martial arts skills from the Qi Kingdom, to slap the royal family in the face, but he didn't expect that he would slap him in the face instead, and instead make the royal family look good.
He widened his eyes and felt unwilling. He had obviously planned it all, so why did he end up like this?
Thinking of this, he waved his hand and said to his staff Wang Yan: "Zilun, please ask me where the royal family got this iron monster?"
Wang Yan is about twenty-seven or eighty-year-old, with three long beards, a straight nose and a square mouth, and is gentle and elegant.
"No." Wang Yan took five soldiers, mounted his horse and ran out.
Wang Yan is not very familiar with this place, but he has his own method.
Wang Yan found a soldier of the royal family and gave him to Guan Huizi.
When the soldier saw Huizi, he nodded immediately and told Wang Yan everything.
When Wang Yan left, the soldier secretly gave Wang Yan a note.
Of course a few Arroyo soldiers saw it, but they turned a blind eye.
They were originally soldiers who came to monitor Wang Yan, but now they have become Wang Yan's real soldiers.
Wang Yan couldn't help frowning as soon as he opened the note.
It turned out that the note asked him to provoke an internal fight between the three major ghost masters, which was quite difficult.
On the surface, Wang Yan is Arroyo's staff, but in fact he has a more important identity, that of Zhaojiazhuang.
Now Zhonghua assigned him a task that he must complete.
Just how to accomplish it, he thought as he rode back.
Arriving at the Arroyo Pavilion, he bowed his hands and said, "Master, that armor was made by Zhaojiazhuang, and it's called Xianjia Plate Armor."
"Sure enough, it was made by Zhaojiazhuang. Can I buy it?" Arroyo stared at it, not only was it hot, but it was also greedy.
Wang Yan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Master, Zhaojiazhuang is not selling it to outsiders yet."
"Then how did the royal family get this Xianjia and Xianjia plate armor?" Arroyo was a little unhappy and her voice was a little cold.
A faint smile appeared on Wang Yan's face: "Master, because the little saint is the royal family's consort, he gave ten sets to the royal family."
"Damn it." Arroyo punched the table hard, causing the teacup to jump. "The royal family must have acted too quickly."
After the teacup fell, the tea immediately flowed from the table.
Some of it flowed onto his calves, but Arroyo didn't seem to notice it.
Seeing Arroyo's face full of anger, the soldier looked at the case a few times and finally retreated.
Arroyo was moody, and if he was angry, he would be beaten with sticks, or he might lose his life.
Although the soldiers wanted to sort it out, they were afraid of losing their lives.
Seeing Arroyo's appearance, Wang Yan shook his head inwardly. Your daughter is so ugly that she can beat up a little saint.
What's more, you are just a ghost master, can you be compared with the king?
"That's right, the protagonist should have come to the palace earlier." Wang Yan put on a false smile on his face, "Then he wouldn't have a share in the palace."
Hearing this, Arroyo laughed loudly and patted Wang Yan's shoulder hard with his big hand like a cattail leaf fan.
Seeing Wang Yan's frown, Arroyo laughed again: "Zilun, your strategy is good, but your body is a bit weak."
"Master, I am a scholar, martial arts is not my strong point." Wang Yan smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Arroyo looked at him again and laughed loudly: "Zilun, you should learn more about riding and archery. I heard that riding and archery is one of the six arts for you Han gentlemen."
"Master, my subordinates also want to learn, but it's too late now." Wang Yan said, but he thought in his heart, if I am both civil and military, you will definitely be even more worried.
After teasing Wang Yan, Arroyo felt much better.
At this time, the trembling soldiers came in, wiped the case clean, and made you another cup of tea.
At this time, a soldier came in, knelt down on one leg, bowed his hands, and carefully reported: "Master Ghost, General Ashan is seriously injured and needs urgent treatment."
"Didn't I ask the doctor to treat him?" Arroyo made a sound, pointed his thick finger at the soldier, and roared angrily.
The soldier did not dare to raise his head at all, but still said cautiously: "Master Ghost, General Ah Shan was stabbed in the abdomen by the opponent. The blood in his abdomen kept flowing. The doctor said there was nothing he could do."
Bang bang, the table and the tea cup fell to the ground, and hot steam rose from the ground.
"What use is this doctor? He's worse than a war horse." Arroyo suddenly pulled out his sword and roared viciously.
When the soldier saw Arroyo's action, he fell to the ground with a thud and did not dare to move.
Could it be that the general's injury is irreparable and the Great Ghost Lord is angry with me?
Thinking of this, the soldier couldn't help but tremble all over.
Arroyo glared at the soldier, put the sword back into its sheath, and shouted viciously: "Get out and find me a better doctor, otherwise don't come back."
"No." After hearing this, the soldier immediately got up and went to find the doctor in a panic.
Upon hearing this, Wang Yan rolled his eyes, and the opportunity came.
He bowed his hands and said to Arroyo: "My lord, General Ashan is actually saved."
"Zilun, do you have any idea?" Arroyo turned from anger to joy, with an excited look on her face, and she patted Wang Yan again with her palm as big as a cattail leaf.
Wang Yan's mouth twitched and he didn't dare to avoid it.
He endured the severe pain coming from his shoulder and said with a smile on his face: "There is no better medical skill in the world than Zhaojiazhuang."
"Is Zhaojiazhuang okay?" Arroyo asked doubtfully.
Wang Yan answered decisively without a trace of hesitation: "Now many doctors use medicines made by Zhaojiazhuang, and Zhaojiazhuang also runs a medical school. If Zhaojiazhuang cannot save him, other doctors will have nothing to do."
Arroyo was overjoyed when she heard this and told Wang Yan: "Zilun, please go and invite the doctor from Zhaojiazhuang."
"My lord, it's no problem for me to go to Zhaojiazhuang." Wang Yan had a troubled look on his face and a wry smile, "Zhaojiazhuang is not related to us, so why should we treat General Ashan?"
"This," Arroyo said with a livid face, looking a little ugly.
He walked around the fallen table several times and fell into thinking.
Finally, he sat down with his big horse and Jin Dao, staring at Wang Yan with wide eyes: "Zilun, what can you do?"
"Master, we can't let Zhaojiazhuang's doctor come, but we can only impress Zhaojiazhuang with sincerity." Looking at Arroyo's eyes, Wang Yan was not afraid at all and answered neither arrogantly nor humblely.
Arroyo put one foot on the table and placed her right index finger and thumb on her chin.
He thought for a while and asked: "Zi Lun, how can we show our sincerity?"
"It's strange that General Ashan brought him to Zhaojiazhuang and asked them for treatment to show our sincerity." Wang Yan answered calmly with a smile on his lips.
Arroyo is still a little worried: "Zilun, General Ah Shan is seriously injured and cannot withstand the bumps."
"It doesn't matter. Find a door panel and you can carry Ashan to Zhaojiazhuang." Wang Yan showed a faint smile on his face and said a way.
Arroyo thought for a while and finally nodded.
He waved his hand and told Wang Yan: "Then the military advisor has been so hard-working, please Zhaojiazhuang to rescue Ashan."
"No." Wang Yan made arrangements for his own soldiers to carry Ashan.
Arroyo came to Ashan's room at this time and saw Arroyo lying on the bed with a white cloth wrapped around her abdomen.
The white cloth was covered with blood, which had not solidified yet, so it was obvious that the bleeding could not be stopped.
Ah Shan's face was extremely pale, almost bloodless, and he was obviously extremely weak.
When Ashan saw Arroyo coming in, he did not raise his head, but said weakly: "Master Ghost, my subordinates are incompetent and I have embarrassed you."
Seeing Ah Shan like this, Arroyo was about to reprimand him, but swallowed the words in her mouth.
"Ah Shan, the military advisor will accompany you to Zhaojiazhuang for treatment. There is no problem with your injury." Arroyo sighed and waved her hand, signaling Wang Yan to carry Ah Shan away.
Seeing Wang Yan's soldiers carrying Ashan away, Arroyo looked worried.
He patted the case and felt very annoyed: "I knew Ah Shan was going to lose, why would I let him provoke the royal family. Now it's better. I've lost face and humiliation. I wonder if Ah Shan can be saved."
Having said this, he grabbed the tea cup on the desk and slammed it, causing the delicate tea cup to shatter immediately.
