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"Twelve, go back and tell them. At that time, I had the ability to let them leave Jiuzhou and become a city of the sky in a land without owners. Then I can crush their pride into powder. If they're not awake, I don't mind helping them identify themselves. "

Mo Weixian said, do not give the opportunity to explain, turned and disappeared in the rich aura.

Looking at the fleeting back of Mo Weixian, I was helpless.

Others may not know, but twelve knows everything.

Kunzhou is now known as the city of the sky. All this is due to the handwriting of the old man just now.

At that time, the chaos in Jiuzhou had just subsided. After the war, all the resources could not be evenly distributed. If these things were exposed to the world.

Without waiting for the catastrophe to come again, the people of Jiuzhou died because of the civil strife.

So at that time, in order to avoid this situation, Mo Weixian personally suppressed the king of Kunzhong: Kunpeng!

He put all the resources on his back, and left Kunpeng with the family of one word which was almost extinct because of the war.

So, there is a city in the sky in the eyes of the world, kunzhou!

However, as time goes on, the inner part of the word family also becomes unable to move forward because of ease.

Now I forget who is the first one of all this.

The old man has the ability to suppress Kunpeng and send it up to nine thousand miles. How can he not destroy all this!

Twelve suddenly thought of that in Jiuzhou and he had a chance to meet, and even the skin of the young people.

"Are you ok?"

I just hope that this time those people can listen to their own advice. Otherwise, I'm afraid that this time, before those people come, kunzhou will disappear in the long history.

Twelve helplessly shook his head, stood up, walked to a courtyard not far away, pushed open the door, and saw a medicine field, only that what was born on the ground was not vegetables or elixirs, but some runes.

Twelve finally stopped in front of a bamboo house deep in the medicine field.

"Grandfather Jiang."

Jiang Liu looked at the helpless girl standing in front of him and sighed helplessly, "well, let me go to meet those pedantic old men."

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"Mr. Jiang, how many files are there?"

Ren Changfeng rubbed his eyebrows, not far from the desk, has piled up a hill of general files. It's all the files he's dealt with.

Since Lu shouhuang, with hundreds of thousands of troops, declared war on Liangzhou thoroughly.

People in Jiuzhou are in a panic.

News of the war in front of him also came in a steady stream. No matter how big or small, he didn't dare to fall.

A few days ago, there was a huge movement in the Nanman imperial city.

It is said that the old man in the shuge in the forbidden area of Nanman came out of the shuge, and the shuge collapsed.

The second Prince wanted to resist and lead him to win the throne. In the end, he was killed by one of the old man's disciples in front of the imperial city.

According to legend, that person, one person, one wine gourd, one apricot branch.

It was the prince who was supposed to take the throne, but the old man did the opposite. Regardless of everyone's opposition, the third princess of Nanman was put on the throne.

All the officials of the imperial court protested, but unexpectedly, the old man used a book on the spot to kill the general who was already in Mahayana!

With the sudden appearance of the late emperor coca who was rumored to have died, the southern barbarian rebellion finally came to an end.

On the other side of Beihai, beiliufeng has sent someone to send news to him. His power shrinks and he moves towards Castle Peak.

The land garrison of Zhongzhou sent troops to the Liangzhou and Zhongzhou. However, the presence of that scholar made Beihai unable to enter Zhongzhou. Instead, Beihai gradually infiltrated into the direction of Qingshan city.

Because Qingshan city is the connecting line between Zhongzhou and Dongzhou.

If Lu shouhuang succeeds in suppressing Liangzhou, then there will be a trend of gathering and encircling.

If they are defeated, Castle Peak will become the best gathering place for attack and defense among their allies.

A steady stream of information from all directions poured into Ren Changfeng's desk.

Ren Changfeng finished reading the file in his hand, sighed and put it aside. He opened his mouth and said, "Mr. Jiang, what's the battle ahead?"

Seeing Ren Changfeng's tired face, Jiang said directly, "let's talk about Mr. Lu Da first. Although hundreds of thousands of troops have stepped into Liangzhou, the rare one hasn't received any obstruction. I don't know why, there is no news coming from Liangzhou imperial city. Even our dishes have no message. I don't know whether it's life or death. Mr. Lu also did not dare to move forward rashly, for fear that he would be trapped in the hinterland and would be made dumplings from all around. "Hearing Jiang's report, Ren Changfeng's head is bigger.

"On the one hand, he was afraid to go deep. If we really go deep, if we really have an encirclement, by then, we will be dead and wounded. No matter from what angle, sir, he certainly does not dare to move forward rashly. "

"That's true, but it seems more strange. It's like doing this on purpose, waiting for something, or delaying time..."

Jiang's old saying goes no further.

Ren Changfeng also understood Jiang Lao's meaning, but he just rubbed his eyebrows.

"He must know all this, sir. Now, it's up to you to gamble on your own. You bet on the lives of those soldiers. But let them make it and buy time. "

Ren Changfeng sighed, leaned back on the reclining chair and closed his eyes powerlessly.

"What are you going to do, sir?"

"Oh, yes! The sea mountain to the east of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty seems to have set foot on land. King... "

"It's OK. It doesn't matter. That's not the point now. Is there any news about the boy Lu Beiyou

Old Jiang shook his head. "The last news is that he appeared in the magic platform of Nanman town. After that, he seemed to evaporate. What disappeared with him was the sword that was always with him. "

"Yes, I see. Mr. Jiang, I want to be myself later. "

Jiang Lao Wen Yan, nodded, put the file in his hand on the table, and retreated.

Ren Changfeng slowly opened his eyes, eyes full of fatigue.

"Younger martial brother, where are you now! Jiuzhou chaos, all hope is on you, how can you disappear

Meanwhile, Castle Peak. Above the city wall, Ding Hong looked at the troops and horses converging towards his city wall, with a gloomy face.