escape!
Fan Li has never been so embarrassed.
Abandon the comfortable chariot and run away in the mountains and forests!
Ten Nascent Soul Realm guards plus Lu Fubao walked with him.
Although I tried my best, my escape speed was too slow.
Because of the short board effect.
Among the twelve people in the escape team, Fan Li had the weakest cultivation level, only at the Foundation Establishment level.
He runs slowly and others cannot run faster.
"Is there any mistake?!"
Lu Fubao was running and talking, the wind rushed into her mouth, and she almost bit her tongue.
"A Mahayana level assassination?"
"Still using a bow and arrow?"
"Fan Li...you have so many enemies...can you go out less often in the future?!"
Fan Li smiled bitterly.
How can you conquer Wang Ban without going out?
As for the assassination at the Mahayana level, oh, what a familiar smell!
"Others traveled through time and opened a harem, but I was assassinated by women in various ways. How fucked!"
The pure land of Sanskrit!
There is no doubt that it is the Pure Land of Sanskrit Sound again!
Although there are many hermit masters like Wang Ban in the world, the only one who has entered the Mahayana realm through the path of arrows and has the motive to kill himself is the Fanyin Pure Land family.
At the beginning, in order to kidnap Xiang Ning from Wu Zui, Pure Land sent six Holy Lords at once.
Piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, sword, and arrow!
"Holy Lord of Arrows!" Fan Li gritted his teeth and said bitterly.
His relationship with Pure Land had been tense until Yaoguang, the First Holy Lord, claimed to be the empress.
The Pure Land is about to be established, and the value of Da Chu as an ally will be greatly enhanced.
Not breaking up with Fan Li should be the bottom line that Pure Land sticks to in the short term.
However, Pure Land broke its own bottom line.
Why?
"Because of Wang Ban?!"
Fan Li thought about it and came up with the only answer.
As the old saying goes, a blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise.
Now, he is a blessing in disguise and a disaster has come from heaven!
Getting Wang Ban has touched the bottom line of Holy Lord Yaoguang?
"wrong!"
"There must be something I have overlooked in Ban Wang's place!"
Fan Li suddenly woke up.
When I first met Wang Ban, I was shocked by his astonishing mechanical skills.
How can people not be shocked when one man builds a city or even a country?
However, as Wang Ban is the third generation of Guiguzi, it is impossible for the outside world to know his personal situation.
In other words, Holy Lord Yaoguang didn’t want to get Wang Ban because of his mechanism skills!
"I'm so stupid!" Fan Li cursed himself in a low voice.
Why did the founding emperors of Chu, Han, and Ming dynasties compete for ghost millet?
Today, Holy Lord Yaoguang and Emperor Jiajing sent people to visit Yunmeng Mountain for the same reason.
It's ridiculous that I was blinded by a leaf!
Machinery is obviously Wang Ban's personal hobby.
The biggest secret of the Guigu lineage was ignored by Wang Ban, who was obsessed with mechanism skills, but he himself also forgot it!
"If I can escape into Yunmeng Mountain, I will definitely ask him!"
"What shocking tricks did the first generation Guiguzi hide?"
Fan Li wanted to make up for it.
Now, it is cruel.
There are no more powerful arrows coming from behind, but there is an army of five thousand people in front, waiting in formation for a long time!
The flags were fluttering in the military formation, and the huge word "明" was particularly dazzling!
A dragon chariot stood at the center of the army, and a Confucian monk holding a military talisman was directing the army to move forward.
"Left Army, Right Army, outflank from both sides."
"Central Army, hold your shield and move forward."
"Crossbowmen prepare."
Zhang Ju was expressionless and conveyed three military orders in one breath.
The prince's guards were extremely qualified and took action immediately.
Fan Li's left and right sides were quickly occupied by two teams of thousands of people.
In the middle army, the front row of infantrymen raised their shields and formed a wall, while more than two thousand soldiers behind them bent their bows and set arrows.
With just one salvo, the arrow rain will cover everything within a radius of 100 meters with Fan Li as the center!
"Hey, Duke Jin..."
Zhang Juzheng looked at Fan Li and his group who were surrounded and sighed regretfully.
Even he was surprised by this improvised ambush.
But the other party sent someone to convince Prince Wanli in just a few words.
"Your Highness, Fan Li has no way to escape. Do you want to try to persuade him to surrender first?" Zhang Juzheng asked inside the dragon chariot.
The curtain opened and Prince Wanli stepped out of the dragon chariot.
His face was cold and his eyes were filled with hatred.
Obviously, the failure in Yunmeng Mountain made the prince very upset!
"Persuading surrender? There is no need." Prince Wanli said coldly: "If I kill Fan Li here alone, the Chu country will surely fall into civil strife. Within a year, I, the prince, will personally lead an army to attack Chu, and his country will be destroyed!"
Zhang Juzheng sighed in his heart.
He knew that if Prince Wanli returned to the court, his reputation would plummet.
Killing Fan Li and causing chaos in Chu was indeed a great achievement, which was enough to erase the crown prince's failure at Yunmeng Mountain.
"The style of Duke Jin is such a pity..."
Zhang Juzheng felt extremely sorry!
He and Fan Li had a three-way relationship.
When we first met him, he was astonished by a piece of "Shi Shi Biao".
Seeing Lu Cheng again, Fan Li refused Emperor Jiajing's recruitment in person, which made Zhang Juzheng terrified!
In Yunmeng Mountain, Fan Li sat and talked with the three founding emperors, chatting and laughing happily.
Even though Zhang Juzheng is the proud son of heaven, he feels inferior.
"Fire arrows."
He gave the order and thousands of arrows were fired.
Fan Li was shocked!
When he saw clearly the Ming army on the opposite side, he knew something was wrong.
However, the fact that they started fighting without even saying hello was beyond Fan Li's expectation.
"Fan Li, this is the golden elixir stage archery. There are too many of them, we can't force them to do it!" Lu Fubao said anxiously.
The twelve people in the group, except Fan Li, are all Nascent Soul realm masters.
However, quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.
Even though there is a big gap in realm, thousands of arrows containing the spiritual power of golden elixir falling down can penetrate the defense of Nascent Soul realm practitioners and shoot them into hedgehogs.
"Do you have any idea?!" Fan Li asked.
In fact, he had ways to protect himself, but Lu Fubao and the ten guards could not be sacrificed easily.
"I can immediately set up a [Yin Yang Eight Gate Formation]!"
"Among the eight gates, the birth gate is the auspicious position. As long as you stand in the position of the birth gate, you can live!"
"However, to activate the formation, one person must be sacrificed to stand at the door of death."
"The door of death is an unlucky position, and you will definitely be hit by arrows."
"The Nascent Soul Realm cannot handle such a huge amount of arrow rain!"
As Lu Fubao spoke, he arranged the formation very quickly.
She led everyone to stand at the Gate of Life and pointed at the Gate of Death not far away.
"Fan Li, what should I do!?"
As soon as Lu Fubao finished speaking, he went to see the person with the weakest cultivation among the ten guards and rushed towards the death door without hesitation.
The other nine people stood still at the living gate as a matter of course.
Survival of the fittest?
Lu Fubao understood instantly and looked at Fan Li in disbelief.
Even though it is known that the ten guards are Fan's dead soldiers, how are they trained?
Fan Li ignored Lu Fubao at all.
He suddenly rushed towards the Gate of Death and kicked the guard who was caught off guard back to the Gate of Life.
"Don't even move!"
"I am a treasure, no bullshit arrows can hit me!"
As soon as Fan Li finished yelling, arrows fell like a violent storm!
Sure enough, Lu Fubao was right.
In the [Eight Gates of Yin and Yang Formation], not a single arrow fell from the raw gate position, and Lu Fubao and the ten guards were unscathed.
On the other hand, the door of death where Fan Li stood was the place where the most secret book would fall within the range covered by the arrow rain...
(Looking at everyone’s comments, there is one [Southern Jin] that feels good, but it also feels like a corner. The other country names have little to do with the protagonist. Let’s take a look.)
(End of chapter)
