Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 362 Enemy Attack
Yanzhou.

The tallest restaurant in the city, the Tianzihao private room.

Puyang Ying was wearing a burgundy low-cut long skirt, exposing her breasts. She leaned sideways on the bed, holding a jade wine glass and slowly turning the rim of the glass.

The door was gently pushed open, and a rather rough-looking young man stepped over the threshold. He casually picked up a fairy peach on the table and started to eat it, saying:
"We caught a few people. From their looks, it seems like they came after us specifically."

"A spy from the Red Eyebrow Army?"

The man shook his head gently: "It's Prince Xuanyi's people."

King Xuanyi Puyang Ying frowned slightly, full of hostility towards the name.

"He caused us so much trouble in Leizhou. Kill him!"

At this moment, an old voice came from the minds of both of them at the same time: "Don't kill!"

They were both stunned for a moment, and Puyang Ying asked in his mind:
"Master, why don't you kill him? King Xuan Yi is not a good guy!"

After a few seconds, the old voice replied:

"During our trip to Leizhou, not only did we fail to obtain the Blood Star Pill, we also lost tens of thousands of elite barbarians. Now we barbarians can no longer attack aggressively, but must use the opponent's force to defeat the opponent! The civil unrest in various parts of Jiuzhou is an opportunity we can take advantage of."

Puyang Ying was silent for a moment and said:

"They are also looking for Long Yun!"

The old voice snorted:
"Let's find out first. If we can cooperate, we can have a temporary ally. Of course, if they insist on going against us barbarians, we will just kill them!"

After a short creak, the door was slowly pushed open, and the young man who had left came in with a few people in cloaks.

The leader suddenly grinned when he saw Puyang Ying: "I didn't expect to see a barbarian princess here."

The man paused and continued: "Please allow me to introduce ourselves. We..."

Puyang Ying interrupted him coldly and said directly: "Answer my question, are you collecting dragon luck?"

The man was silent for two seconds, then smiled and shook his head: "Dragon luck is no longer a must for us in Yizhou. Our target is Fang Xuan."

He reached into his arms and pulled out a green jade stone, which immediately emitted a faint light. Then a young man in a white shirt was projected out of thin air.

Puyang Ying, who had originally looked calm, was stunned for a moment and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is it him?!"

"Do you know him?" The voice sounded again in Puyang Ying's mind.

Puyang Ying nodded and answered in his mind: "He is the warrior who killed Chu Yuanzhen in Leizhou and took the Blood Star Pill. He seems to be from the Martial Temple."

The old figure fell silent again.

After a few breaths, Puyang Ying smiled charmingly at the Yizhou man: "The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

The man's face lit up, and he bowed and said, "Princess, you are wise. I will report this matter to Mr. Wei."

After a pause, he continued, “By the way, Fang Xuan is in Jingzhou now and absorbed a dragon’s luck not long ago.

There are still five dragon lucks distributed in Jingzhou and Wanzhou. It won’t be long before these people with dragon lucks will meet each other.”

Hearing this, Puyang Ying nodded slightly, then looked at the other party with a slight smile: "Fang Xuan is now a third-grade martial master, do you have this strength?"

The man nodded and continued, "He is just a third-rank martial master. With the help of the old immortal Zizhuo from Kunwu Mountain, there is no need to worry."

A quarter of an hour later, several men in cloaks came out of the inn.

One of them was surprised and said, "Sir, these barbarians seem to be collecting dragon luck. Are we really not going to do anything about it?"

The leading man said in a cold voice: "Remember, we are here only for Fang Xuan. Mr. Wei will make his own arrangements for Long Yun."

After saying that, he looked up into the distance again and said with a smile: "Next, it's time to contact the one from Kunwu Mountain!" In the mountains and forests near Qiuding Town, two disciples from Kunwu Mountain walked thousands of miles and finally met an elder from the sect at the foot of a mountain.

The old man was wearing a linen shirt, his trouser legs were rolled up, and there were some mud stains on his feet.

"Uncle Master! Uncle Master!"

The old man nodded slightly and looked at the two of them: "How is it?"

A disciple clasped his fists and said, "We followed the dragon energy all the way here and have already determined his location."

The old man nodded, pulled up the bamboo hat on his back and put it on his head: "Got it, you guys can go back to the sect!"

The disciple hurriedly said: "Uncle Master, let us stay and help you!"

The old man had already walked a hundred meters and said slowly: "The battle of Wu Zun is not for you to participate in, go back!"

The two looked at each other in horror.

A few days later, Qiuding Town.

There has been a constant stream of people coming to the inn these days. These are the "sons of fortune" sent by Gong Yang Jing, but Chu Kuang has never found a disciple he likes.

Having a rare moment of leisure, the two walked along the street.

A shed was set up in front, which was already filled with refugees. They were looking around in despair, holding broken bowls.

As various parties in Zhongzhou began to compete for the 300,000 imperial troops, frequent wars resulted in a large number of refugees appearing in the area where the two states met.

Chu Kuang looked at the shed and frowned slightly: "Jiuzhou is so turbulent, and the people are having such a hard time surviving."

Fang Xuan looked up into the distance and sighed softly.

I couldn't help but think of Fang Li.

Under Fang Li's governance, how could the situation in Kyushu be like this!

Chu Kuang turned to look at Fang Xuan and sighed: "There has been no one who has boarded Dragon Luck in the past few days. Collecting Dragon Luck is another long battle."

at night.

Fang Xuan took out a pen and wrote on the table:

"Wanzhou, Haizhou, Yanzhou."

Pu Anyu held a handful of melon seeds and looked over: "Are you writing and drawing again?"

Fang Xuan nodded, "The remaining dragon luck is basically in these few places!"

Then, he continued to analyze: "It's just that I don't know for the time being whether there are other forces involved in the fight for Dragon Luck."

Pu Anyu nodded seriously, his face a little serious: "I just made a divination, and half of the dragon luck that dissipated in Kyushu has been collected by someone."

Hearing this, Fang Xuan's face darkened: "Is it Prince Xuan Yi? The efficiency is so fast!"

Pu Anyu shook his head. "It's very strange. The hexagram didn't show any movement in the west. Instead, there was a faint red light flashing in the south. I have a feeling that Yizhou should make a big move next."

Fang Xuan frowned.

Judging from the situation in Shangjing City at that time, it was King Xuan Yi who took the most action against Long Yun among all the people in Jiuzhou.

But now that Long Yun has really dissipated, King Xuan Yi has reduced his actions against Long Yun.

At this moment, he felt a strong murderous intent coming from above his head. Silver light flashed on his body. He grabbed Pu Anyu's small hand and quickly flashed behind him!
(End of this chapter)