This was the most relaxing time for Meng Chang since the expedition.
Since the Battle of Fengyang last year, he hadn't had much good sleep. The strange tacit understanding of the battlefield at this time was Meng Chang's best time to recuperate.
The years are quiet and peaceful.
Mengchang would be more comfortable if he didn't listen to Yuan Shouren's rants and filthy words outside the camp gate.
Yuan Futong sacrificed the entire Beihai in exchange for the "biochemical man" weapon, and you, Chong Houhu, didn't go out to fight to give others a try. Anyone else would feel as if he was punched in the water.
The demon seems to have issued an order again. As long as the coalition forces in northern Xinjiang do not take the initiative to attack, the demon will be happy and relaxed, quietly waiting for the arrival of the protagonist.
This situation is deadlocked, and Yuan Futong is the most anxious. You clock in and out, but I am the boss of Beihai. It will be a good thing if I win then, I will change from the Lord of Beihai to the King of Northern Xinjiang.
What if you lose? If we don't take advantage of now to gain more territory and replenish the energy lost due to living sacrifices and successive battles, how will we be able to compete with the Yin and Shang armies in the future?
If the elites of Northern Xinjiang are all in Chongcheng, then the elites of Chongcheng and even the world are all in Chaoge.
Yuan Futong did not dare to openly disrespect the great sages whom he had personally knelt down to, and command a decisive battle without permission.
Well, it's definitely not because he can't fight, but because he doesn't dare to disobey orders.
We can only try our best to get the coalition forces to take the initiative. You see, this is not because I don’t obey orders. This is because the other side wants to kill me. Can’t you help me kill these coalition forces?
"The thief who entered his mother's body pretends to be the Great Immortal of Chanjiao. At best, you are just a sensationalist. Come out and fight with your Grandpa Shouren."
Meng Chang took Zhang Guifang and hid on the side where Yuan Shouren couldn't see him. He looked like it had nothing to do with him, which made Zhang Guifang say with a bit of toothache: "That kid insulted his mother, aren't you angry at all?"
"Oh, what am I so angry about? Does he know who I am? I don't know my name or who I am. I don't know anything. All I know is that I'm here barking and barking. That's nothing."
Mengchang didn't care that there were ghosts, but Chonghou had an order not to fight as long as there were monsters around. If he clearly disobeyed the military order, Chonghou Tiger might not kill him, but he would definitely be beaten severely.
If he was really not angry, the devil would drag Zhang Guifang here and conspire quietly.
"General Zhang, I have a plan that can cut Yuan Thief's heart like a knife and move Chonghou deeply." Meng Chang said confidently with his hands on his hips.
"Which time did you fight and you didn't get yourself bruised and bloody? You still have a plan. Even if I believe Zhao Bing, I can't believe you."
Zhang Guifang looked unbelieving. If you were a smart person, you wouldn't put yourself in danger again and again.
Come on, how do these people know the characteristics of their own abilities? Do you think everyone is willing to be stinky after a fight, as if they have taken a bath in a pool of blood?
"Don't go, don't go, listen to me. Look at Yuan Shouyi, I killed him, right?"
Mengchang said proudly: "Yuan Futong only has one son left. He doesn't hide in the camp well, but comes out every day to act wild at our camp gate. His mother's head, who was promoted to a higher rank, is among the soldiers." It's just a day or two hanging around in front of them. It's been more than ten days, and the soldiers are also holding a breath of anger in their hearts. He scolded me for trivial matters, but was it really just me he scolded?"
"He is scolding us in Chongcheng and even the Northern Xinjiang Allied Forces. I am shameless, can you, General Zhang, still be shameless?"
Zhang Guifang nodded during the first half of the sentence, but the latter sentence made Zhang Guifang roll her eyes and stand up to leave.
Shuzi, you really deceived me like Zhao Bing.
Mengchang hurriedly stopped him: "Let's talk about business, don't make trouble."
"...Zhuzi, who is causing trouble?"
"It's not important. I know that you have always wanted to go further. A man is born in the world and should carry a three-foot sword to achieve immortal achievements. Look at Yuan Shouren. If you kill him, won't this opportunity come? Yuan Futong is the best. Both of his sons are dead. We have avenged Chonghou and the princes of Northern Xinjiang. Is this enough for us to move up a level?"
"Depending on the level of your general, if you go one step further, how about taking down a general or guard general?"
Zhang Guifang was thoughtful. He was not good at flattery, but he had a progressive heart. Meng Chang's words moved him very much.
Immortal merit...
He squinted his eyes and looked at Yuan Shouren's side outside the camp gate. On his left was a strong man with bull horns who looked like Zhao Bing, and on his right was a swordsman with two legs that looked like leopard legs.
Immortal merit is very tempting, but you also need a life to get it and a life to spend.
This reckless man, I don’t know who he learned to talk like this from, he almost told the Taoist master that he was in love, it was so dangerous, so dangerous.
"Yuan Thief is not moral. Although I am not afraid of that kid's abilities, there are two monsters plundering the formation beside me. If I use more people to fight against less people, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back."
Zhang Guifang looked at Meng Chang with a smile. Since he had put forward the idea, this reckless man should have an idea.
"Are you afraid? He has teammates, and so do we, six of them." Meng Chang's chest was slapped loudly.
"This is unreasonable, inappropriate, and inappropriate to use the more to bully the less."
"My Lord Zhang, what moral principles do you have in dealing with such a demon who helps demons do harm? General Zhang, I'm not talking about you, look at Mr. Marquis, we are learning from Mr. Marquis."
"In this case, General Zhang, if you are really worried, I will go out into battle later. That little thief will definitely not be my opponent, and I will definitely let the two monsters help me in the battle."
"This is because they don't respect morality. At this time, you can attack secretly. Don't be polite with the soul-dropping technique. Just kill him with one blow to prevent this yellow-mouthed kid from barking again in the future."
Zhang Guifang heard some truth and was eager to give it a try, but she was still stubborn.
"Alas, in order to avenge you young masters, I really don't want to do it. This is just this time, and I won't do it next time."
Meng Chang rolled his eyes. Zhang Guifang is such an arrogant character who dislikes being upright. He is not straightforward enough. Li Jing and the others just made a start. They not only participated but also spread their thoughts to formulate a plan together. It suits you, an honest person. I will be bullied in the future.
One Yuan Shouyi was far from enough to avenge Chong Yingluan. If he didn't make Yuan Fu's three corpses jump violently, Chonghouhu would not have his way, and he would never forget the nightmare in his heart.
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Yuan Shouren was a little weak. He even called for more than ten days, but the thief who killed his second brother didn't show up.
Asking himself, he didn't hate this little thief too much. If his second brother died, wouldn't he lose a competitor?
The other brothers are incompetent in culture and martial arts, so how can they have the right to compete with him? The future co-owner of Beihai, no, Northern Xinjiang, will ultimately fall on him.
Thinking of this, Yuan Shouren felt a little happy and was about to laugh. He coughed when he remembered that this was not his camp, and readjusted himself to continue scolding.
"That little thief, you..."
"Bah, my general was defeated. If you hadn't escaped quickly enough, I would have sent your two brothers to hell. I spared you but I'm ungrateful and you're still here barking."
Mengchang glanced at Zhao Bing, who was guarding the gate, and Zhao Bing opened the camp gate with understanding.
Yuan Shouren was overjoyed when he saw this, and finally came out. If his father had not issued a death order and insisted on provoking enemies here, he would not have wanted to curse like a shrew in front of many people.
"Hmph, can we all use our names?"
"In the Chongcheng camp, the lieutenant under General Chong Yingluan is Weng Mengchang."
Yuan Shouren looked arrogant, but he turned out to be just a junior captain.
"I didn't know your details before, but you succeeded in a sneak attack. We killed your general Chong Yingluan. How dare you, a masterless soul, be so rampant in front of me."
As he spoke, Yuan Shouren immediately stepped forward on his horse, held the long knife in his hand, and headed straight for Meng Chang's upper body.
Mengchang didn't hesitate, he stood up straight with his axe, and waved the ax in his hand from bottom to top, not looking down at something that would only cause harm to others.
With a "clang" sound, the two soldiers collided, and the long sword was knocked away from his hand. Yuan Shouren's tiger's mouth was numb. When he lowered his head, he saw that the palms of his hands were dripping with blood, and the tiger's mouth was directly shattered by the huge force.
Seeing that Meng Chang was gaining momentum, Yuan Shouren had no time to rein in his horse and turn around. He abandoned his horse and rolled to the ground. He released a small red snake from his sleeve and flew towards Meng Chang.
He originally wanted to surprise Meng Chang, but he didn't expect that Yuan Shouren couldn't even catch a move. The originally planned sneak attack turned into a passive attack.
Mengchang did not dare to pursue rashly. He turned his head to avoid the venom spurting from the snake's mouth. He raised his ax and pointed it at the snake's head and chopped it down with an axe.
Sparks flew up, and the snake scales were so hard.
Fortunately, the power of the returning wind emerged, and Meng Chang felt as if an inner energy surged out of his hands, just like the inch energy in Jeet Kune Do and Wing Chun. A force that was not inferior to that of the first ax rose from his veins. Starting, the second force, which was also accompanied by the force of breaking the mountain, hit the same position of the red snake with the ax body.
After the two forces merged, the snake's head broke into two pieces.
I think this snake is not ordinary. It can block the first ax to open the mountain. It must be no ordinary snake.
Turning around, he saw that Yuan Shouren had already run more than ten meters away and kept shouting: "Come and save me, come and save me."
The leopard-legged warrior was the fastest, rushing forward as fast as flying, with a pair of daggers dancing like an airtight weapon. Another horned warrior also picked up a huge mace and followed.
Meng Chang didn't pursue him at all, he just patted his horse and walked back, feeling happy in his heart, "I'm using your skills for nothing."
Um? Something's wrong, where are my skills?
My mind was empty, and no new skills appeared at all.
Could it be that the handsome snake that was so heroic just now, that looked like Pan An, and looked like Yan Zu, wasn't a strange beast from the Classic of Mountains and Seas?
Damn it, this Yuan Shouyi is getting better and better as he goes back. He even gave a Qinyuan as a gift last time, but this time he actually brought such a thing.
Your death was not unjust. Enemies who have not made progress will not survive the finale.
After a while of random thoughts, Meng Chang came back to his senses. He activated his three heads and six arms, blocking the pursuit of the leopard-legged warriors, and immediately rode back to the camp. This thing is really fast. If it weren't for the two brothers behind him, he might have been dragged down. live.
Just when Yuan Shouren passed by the bull horner, the door behind him opened wide.
Hiding next to the camp gate, Zhang Guifang, who was behind Zhao Bing, looked surprised and excitedly typed out the Taoist formula in her hand and muttered the words.
"The Soul Falling Technique, on!"
"Haha, here comes Master Dao's credit!"
