Infinite Defense

"Uh, young master, An Lingshan is also a prince after all, so it's not good for us to do this?"

The subordinates were somewhat hesitant to knock the dignified prince unconscious and lock him up?

"It's okay, just be careful not to hurt the foundation. It doesn't matter if you hurt your muscles and bones. It will be fine if you connect it afterwards... Liang has no choice, and it's not the first time to catch it. You should know how to measure it." Fang Liang finished speaking in one breath, gently Sigh.

When the people around him left, Fang Liang was also thinking about one thing.

Could it be that Uncle An came to me this time because I took him back when he was in Lingshan Martial Arts Academy?

It feels like it shouldn't be.

It seems that King Ling Xiao's seat is not easy to sit in either.

By doing this, Uncle An made it clear that he wanted to benefit me... Do you want to tell my father?

Fang Liang thought for a while, but gave up on this idea.

He turned around and left from the front of the battle line, and came to his camp.

Swipe the letter and write two words.

[Sword scabbard. 】

Put pen to paper and fold the letter paper.

"You take the letter back."

He whispered to the empty tent, and a fat figure appeared in front of the tent.

"You know I'm here?"

"I don't know, people who are just falcons will definitely not leave."

Leng Qian took the letter from Fang Liang's hand with a smile, put it away without reading it, and said: "Wan Jiange has a successor, I will resign, and I ask the young master to take care of the third prince."

"and many more."

Fang Liang didn't let him leave immediately, but asked, "Why me?"

"It should be you, it's you. It's inconvenient for us, Falcon, to interfere with the affairs of the third prince. Your Majesty said that the younger generation should do it. Let the younger generation do it. Farewell!" Leng Qian turned around and disappeared without saying anything else.

Fang Liang looked at the curtain of the tent, wondering what he was thinking.

He stayed for a while before walking out.

At the same time, Beiyu also has a bad news.

"Young Pavilion Master, the elders are in the council. It is about the recent food and grass. There is nothing to eat in the Northern Territory. Cang Yun's supplies were robbed by the demons behind..."

The disciples of the various sects were stationed, and there was a sound of mourning.

Those Heiyun soldiers can drink blood without hair, but it doesn't mean they can follow suit.

Chapter 709

"Young pavilion master."

Yuliu, the master of Seven Sword Peaks of Wanjiange, is also one of the four elders of Wanjiange.

This is an old man over eighty years old, and he is also the leader of the Wanjiange disciples this time.

"Grandpa Yu, what happened?"

Fang Liang asked him, and Yuliu said with some melancholy: "It's still about the robbing of the military rations. The other sects have nothing to eat. I want to get some from those sects that have food. I just asked other people to investigate. I ordered it, but I don’t know how long it will help.”

Fang Liang asked, "Which sects are there?"

"Zhandaomen, Qihai City, Fuyunzong, and Lingshan Martial Academy..."

Lingshan Wuyuan?

Fang Liang had a strange expression on his face, and he asked, "Lingshan Martial Academy...why is there a shortage of supplies?"

"Who knows, Yutong Lingsheng has been unable to contact, and the disciples of Lingshan Martial Academy have already finished eating. If it weren't for this, we would not have fallen into this situation." Yuliu said helplessly. .

This is a new thing, Fang Liang thought for a while, and said: "Liang happens to be fine, I will provide the food and grass of Lingshan Wuyuan."

"Eh? Didn't you just come back from the front line? Why don't you take a break?"

Yuliu was a little worried. Fang Hao didn't seem to have much rest recently.

Fang Liang said: "In this kind of place, no one can sleep soundly. It's just that the spiritual energy is exhausted and needs to be recovered. When I finish this circle, the time should be almost up."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

Handing over this task to Fang Liang, Fang Liang set off from the camp of Wanjiange alone to the residence of Lingshan Wuyuan.

What he thought was that there were not many people in Lingshan Martial Arts Academy, and taking some of the ones he brought with him would be enough for them to eat.

In addition, the food in Wanjiange is not particularly large, so it is a good thing to reduce some of the burden.

Along the way, the resident of Wanjiange is the smallest, and there is only one person on patrol.

"Who are you?"

The disciples of Wanjiange in common clothes asked Fang Liang, and Fang Liang revealed his identity.

"Wanjiange Fangliang, came with food and grass."