Stunning beauty

Chapter 215 Broken Sword

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Confucian Camp.

Li Ziye looked angrily at the group of people in front of him, wishing he could kill these guys with his sword.

Unfortunately, he couldn't beat any of them.

"Brother Li, come on, you can do it."

Wen Xiuru, who claims to be the most kind-hearted, said carelessly while eating.

"Just wait, when I break into the third realm, or practice the sixth form of the Flying Immortal Art, I will definitely make you look good!"

Li Ziye gritted his teeth and spoke harshly.

"Hey, I'm so scared. When you practice the sixth form or break into the third stage, let me think about it. What state are we in? The late stage of the third stage, or the fourth stage?"

Bai Wangyu, who had been in a bad mood for the past few days because he was about to fall out of business, responded with a half-smile, looked at his junior brother at the side, and asked intentionally, "Cultivator of Confucianism, how many pulses have you got through? See?" Let's see if someone catches up with the progress."

"Seven veins."

Wen Xiuru said with a face of shame, "Not as good as senior brother."

"Buddha, what about you?"

Bai Wangyu looked away and asked again.

"Eight veins."

Sanzang's mouth was stuffed, and his fair face looked like a bun at this moment.

"Your Highness, there is no need to ask."

Bai Wangyu said with a smile, "It must be the eight veins."

"Ah."

Mu Bai replied calmly.

In front, Li Ziye was so angry that he almost vomited blood when he heard the four of them singing together.

"Chang Yu."

At this time, Chang Yu walked by, and the kindest Wen Xiuru immediately yelled and asked, "How many connections do the disciples of Confucianism have?"

"The six veins start."

Chang Yu stopped and asked curiously, "Second Senior Brother, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, just go about your business."

Wen Xiuru laughed.

"Oh."

Chang Yu left with a puzzled expression.

"you!"

In front, Li Ziye was clutching his chest, blushing with anger, his neck was thick, so irritating!

All bad guys!

"Li Jiaoxi, the Master of Fa and Confucianism is looking for you."

From behind, the voice of a Confucian disciple sounded.

"No, I'm in a bad mood!"

Li Ziye didn't even turn his head, and just sprayed back a word.

"Little guy, the wings are really hard. You dare not go when the palm master seeks you."

Behind the Confucian disciple who passed on the message, Chen Qiaoer walked over, with a smile that was not a smile.

Li Ziye froze, turned around and saw the person coming, immediately showed a flattering smile on his face, and said, "Sister Qiaoer, why are you here?"

"If I don't come, can others please move you?"

Chen Qiaoer said lightly.

"How can I, I'm about to go!"

Li Ziye said something, pointed to the four people in front, and said aggrievedly, "Miss Qiaoer, Little Red Riding Hood and the others just laughed at me."

"Your mouth, who can laugh at you, let's go, the master is still waiting."

Chen Qiaoer stretched out her hand and pulled the boy in front of her, like dragging a pig, and walked towards the Sifang tent in the distance.

Innate divine power, full of effect.

Li Ziye staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Sister Qiaoer, slow down, I can walk by myself!"

Li Ziye's struggling voice gradually faded away, so pitiful.

In the middle of the four forces, there are heavy troops stationed in the huge camp.

The three maharajas and the leaders of the eight tribes of Mobei arrived together, and the atmosphere was serious.

Not long after, Chen Qiaoer dragged Li Ziye into the tent.

"My lord, I have brought you here."

Chen Qiaoer said.

Everyone looked at the boy who was dragged in by Chen Qiaoer, with strange expressions on their faces.

It's this kid?

The leaders of all parties were surprised, and no one thought that the person who calculated the location of the oil reservoir would be this guy.

Li Ziye saw the eyes of the crowd, and a shy look appeared on his face.

It's embarrassing to see people like this.

"Boy, come here, all the maharajas or the Archbishop Rong have something to ask you."

Faru called out.

"Yes!"

Li Ziye responded, stepped forward, glanced at everyone present, and grinned, the smile was so friendly.

"Professor Li."

On the opposite side of the seat, Maharaja Helan touched the ring on his left hand and asked, "How sure are you of the location of the oil reservoir?"

"Fifty percent."

Li Ziye responded casually.

Everyone frowned when they heard the words, and looked at Faru subconsciously. Didn't they say that this matter is sure?

"Boy, speak well!"

Falru felt everyone's questioning eyes and reprimanded softly.

Li Ziye showed an innocent look on his face, and said, "I have said before that the oil reservoir must be where I marked it. If they still doubt it, I will say [-]% and [-]%. What is the difference?"

Inside the tent, everyone looked at each other and nodded one after another.

It seems that there is no problem.

"Now, there is a plan, everyone think about it."

Maharaja Helan twirled the ring on his finger, and said calmly, "Faru, Master Fahai and Archbishop Rong are responsible for drawing out and holding back the Goddess of the Yaozu and Shuijing Yaohuang, while Professor Chen Qiaoer and Dajun Baidi will take the opportunity Take Li Jiaoxi to the location of the oil reservoir, ignite the oil reservoir, and destroy the monster clan's lair in one fell swoop, and the army of the eight tribes of Mobei is on standby at any time in the stronghold of the polar night world. Once you succeed, send troops immediately, Completely exterminate all monsters."

Speaking of which, Maharaja Helan glanced at everyone present, and said seriously, "The key to this plan is how to attract the demon goddess and the water mirror demon emperor. In addition, whether the location and scale of the oil reservoir are enough to destroy the demon king?" clan lair."

Everyone had heard Helan Maharaja's question, and their faces were full of thinking. The strategy was good, but these two questions should not be ignored.

The leaders of all parties remained silent, and Li Ziye even put on an air of having nothing to do with himself. Anyway, he would not get involved in such a matter of taking the blame.

If you win, you don't make money, if you lose, you lose money.

"Professor Li, do you have any suggestions?"

Maharaja Helan looked at the young man in front of him and asked proactively.

In normal meetings, this kid talks a lot, but now that he is asked to make an opinion, he doesn't say a word.

"do not have."

Li Ziye responded very simply.

On the side, Tantai Jingyue saw that everyone was silent, and said, "Don't the emperor of the monster clan care about that lake very much, if Master Faru, Master Fa Hai and Archbishop Rong went to break the seal together , I think, the Water Mirror Demon Emperor and the Demon Goddess of the Demon Race should not just sit idly by. The key is that in the extreme night world, the right time and place are occupied by the Demon Race. The strongest of the clan."

Everyone heard the words and looked at the three of them.

"Do your best."

Faru, Fahai, and Liu Rongnv expressed their opinions.

"That's settled then."

Maharaja Helan said calmly, "The issue of the oil reservoir is only to be seen in due time, everyone, do you have any other opinions?"

"I have."

Behind Faru, Li Ziye spoke weakly and said, "Since the location of the oil reservoir has been found, I don't need to go, so as not to drag you down."

"Let's go."

Lord Bai Di was the first to get up, ignored someone's suggestion, and walked away.

Maharaja Helan and others also got up and left one after another, as if they hadn't heard someone's words.

Li Ziye stood there, watching everyone leave with a stunned and embarrassed expression.

"Let's go, don't be ashamed here."

Chen Qiaoer stepped forward, grabbed the former, and dragged him out.

Seven days later.

Everything is ready and ready to go.

When Faru, Chen Qiaoer, and Li Ziye were about to go to the polar night world.

In the south, the chariots are rumbling, and a horse-drawn carriage gallops up.

"Professor Qingshan."

Seeing this, Li Ziye was shocked.

came back!

In front of the Confucian camp, Li Qingshan got off his horse, and the rest of the carriages continued to drive towards the Tantai camp.

Li Ziye came back to his senses, and immediately walked forward quickly.

Behind, Faru and Chen Qiaoer, who had already received the news, looked at each other and sighed softly in their hearts.

"Teacher Qingshan!"

Li Ziye ran a few steps quickly, his usual calmness disappeared at this moment.

In front of the camp, Li Qingshan saw the young man running over in a hurry, his expression darkened, he held a blood-stained broken sword in both hands, and silently handed it over.

"Sorry!"