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When the man heard this, he was first surprised. Then, he silently nodded his head, cupped his hands, and said to Qingyang, "Sir, please come with me."

The well-built man turned his head and walked backwards. The soldiers who had formed a circle automatically moved aside to make way for the duo. The hostility in their eyes had already subsided. After all, the general had asked Qingyang to enter.

"The person who spoke earlier should be the general that you mentioned." As the man led the way, Qingyang casually took a sip of the beautiful scenery and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Wang Founan." A soft hum of assent. Wang Fusheng did not say anything else, but lowered his head and led the way.

"Wang Founan is a pretty good name." Inwardly nodding his head, Qingyang had a favorable impression of this simple man. However, seeing that he was not good at dealing with people, he decided not to ask any further and just followed him.

After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Qingyang finally arrived at the entrance of a cave behind Wang Fusheng. Ten guards with sabers stood guard at the entrance of the cave, Qingyang was also secretly surprised, one of these ten was a Xiantian realm master, and the rest were all at the peak of Houtian realm. From the looks of it, they should be guarding their wounded general.

"Sir, please. The general will be in the cave. I will take my leave first." Wang Founian walked up to the lead guard and gave him a look before cupping his hands towards Qingyang.

"Sir, the general is waiting for you in the cave." The leader of the guards cupped his hands and bowed as well. Then, he turned towards the cave and reported, "General, Mister has arrived."

After bidding farewell to Wang Founian, he stepped into the cave. It was obvious that the large cave was made with an axe. It couldn't be considered exquisite, but it had a stone table, four stone chairs, and a dark stone bed.

"I wonder what mister's name is, and what advice do you have for me?" A middle-aged man sat on the stone bed covered in blankets and asked softly.

His face was pale, revealing that he had suffered internal injuries. His left arm, which was hanging in the air by a piece of gauze, also faintly revealed a dried-out dark red color.

"I am Yang Chou, I do not know the name of the general?" Qing Yang cupped his hands and asked with a smile on his face.

"Zhou Yan." He also sized up the young, rich man in front of him, and said apologetically: "Mr. Yang, please take a seat as I am injured. Please forgive me for not getting off the bed to greet you."

Zhou Yan's attitude was rather polite, after all, he realized that with his current cultivation level, he could not even see through the person in front of him, and when his subordinates had retreated earlier, they had reported that this person had used his physical body to travel between the five hundred soldiers like a dragon. One must know, these five hundred soldiers were the elite soldiers in his hands, and were actually not even able to touch the clothes of the person in front of him.

What was even more terrifying was that he was extremely meticulous in his actions. Broken bones did not cause any harm to the soldier, but only caused him to lose his ability to fight. He knew that if he was at his peak condition, he would not be able to achieve such perfection.

Qingyang heard and nodded his head, and without a trace of politeness, he arrogantly sat on a stone bench, then smiled and asked: "I, Yang, have also come to find the Southern Champion Dragon below the great hall, I wonder if General knows where he is right now."

Zhou Yan was startled when he heard this. That Zhou Yan did not expect Qingyang's direct inquiry. However, he immediately said with caution: "I wonder who mister Yang Chenxian is ?"

As expected, he was still on guard. Qingyang said to himself, but Zhou Yan's reaction was within his expectations. Qingyang also smiled and said: "It's not related at all. We've met once, but my goal and his are the same."

Frowning, Zhou Yan thought to himself, what does' what 'mean by' what 'mean? "Sir," what' is the goal behind your words? "

"Subverting the current Nang Rong Royal Family." He did not act pretentiously. He simply smiled at Zhou Yan, and Qingyang spoke his true intentions.

"I should not have asked more questions. I wonder why?" Zhou Yan was also extremely cautious. He wanted to ask Qing Yang about his identity and purpose again and again. He was afraid that he was a spy sent by Nan Rong's Yan Long.

"I have some grudges with that Nan Rong and Yan Long. Some grudges that I must repay with blood." A trace of ruthlessness flashed across Qingyang's eyes when he spoke until this point. A tyrannical killing intent suddenly seeped out from his body, frightening the guards at the entrance of the cave who drew their blades and charged in.

"Step down." Zhou Yan waved his hand to back off the bodyguards who were charging towards Qingyang. He was secretly shocked by Qingyang's aura. Although he was already a Spirit Refinement powerhouse, the killing intent and aura of the person in front of him was so oppressive that he couldn't move at all. How could he not be shocked?

Moreover, this killing intent was not something that could be faked. Zhou Yan was certain that this was a killing intent that was brought out from a deep and unforgettable hatred, a desire to hack South Rongyan Long into pieces.

"Mr. Yang Chou, please don't blame them for doing their job." Zhou Yan said apologetically. At this moment, not only did he have more trust in this harmless looking young merchant, he also had more respect for him.

"No worries, I just can't help but say these things. I hope General Zhou will forgive me." Qingyang waved his hand and glanced at the retreating guard, sighing in his heart.

Previously, mister said that you want to search for the bottom of the great hall. However, if I know where the bottom of the great hall is now, I would not be holed up in this mountain. Helplessly smiling bitterly, Zhou Yan also spoke the truth. After all, even if Junlong lost, there should still be many masters around him. If he really did know, then he wouldn't have to hide in the belly of the mountain and try to rob the caravan.

"Someone come!" Bring some tea for Mister! " Since he was sure that the person in front of him was not a spy, Zhou Yan's attitude was much better. He immediately ordered his guards to brew a cup of green tea for Qingyang, and then said somewhat awkwardly: "This tea is naturally not comparable to the tea that mister has. However, based on our current situation, we can only inconvenience mister."

After the guard served the tea, he also took a sip. Indeed, the fragrance was not good, and it was a little astringent, so it could not be considered a good tea. However, Zhou Yan and the others could be considered the culprits for Nan Rong.

"Back then, I was in closed-door training when I was fighting with Nan Rong and Yan Long for the position. I don't know much about the details. Would General be able to tell me?" Qingyang waved his hand to indicate that there was no harm in it. Seeing that Zhou Yan's expression did not seem to be faking it, he pondered for a moment before inquiring.

"The main hall has already been warring outside for a few years, so there are quite a lot of soldiers following behind the main hall." The main hall has been warring outside for a few years, so there are quite a lot of soldiers following behind the main hall. Nodding his head, Zhou Yan also slowly explained the situation, "The third prince does not have many experts, but other than the capital's garrison, there is almost no other military power. Thus, it is impossible to fight back against the people in the great hall."

Junlong had been out fighting all year round, drinking with his soldiers and eating with them, dying together with them. Naturally, he could win the loyalty of many soldiers. Besides the top experts, the support of these soldiers was also extremely important.

In comparison, the Third Prince, Nalan Yanlong, who travelled around the capital's surrounding counties every day was much weaker. Even though he had a lot of experts in his grasp, he was still unable to fight against the tens of thousands of soldiers.

"According to what I've said, the victory should be within our grasp, but why was Nan Rong and Yan Long taking the throne in the end?" After pondering for a moment, Qingyang asked doubtfully.

A hint of hatred flashed through his eyes, and Zhou Yan also said with an excited expression: "Motherf * cker, it's all because of that bastard Meng Guyu! Not considering the fact that the Great Hall treated him with great kindness, and had actually secretly turned on him, and colluded with several generals to submit to Nalan Yanlong, only then did the Great Hall's subordinate lose the advantage in the final battle, attacking from all directions and losing in the end! "

"Meng Gu Yu?" Qing Yang secretly noted down this name in his heart. When he heard Zhou Yan say this, he had a rough understanding of the situation. Meng Yu must have received benefits from the South Honeylush Yanlong in order to bring a lot of soldiers to oppose the South Rongjun Junlong.

His face suddenly flushed red, and his throat rolled twice as he spat out a mouthful of blood: "In the future, if I were to catch this fellow, I will definitely make him suffer a fate worse than death!"

Indeed, I have always treated you quite well. Who would have thought that at such a crucial moment, I would lead a group of men to fight against each other. Anyone who encounters this would want to rip apart that shameless person and slice him into a thousand pieces.

Standing up, Qingyang walked over to Zhou Yan and lightly placed his hand on Zhou Yan's wrist. He immediately frowned, not only was Zhou Yan's Qi and blood in turmoil, his internal organs were also dislocated, and the bones in his hands were also broken. If he did not treat it soon, his left arm would definitely be crippled.

"General Zhou, how long have you been injured like this?" Why don't you go and treat him? " With a frown, Qingyang softly asked.

"Cough cough, please excuse us, sir. We are deserters, and have been chased and exterminated by the South Rongyan Dragon more than ten times. There are less than a thousand of my thirty thousand soldiers left. Currently, not a single Prefecture Lord is not the direct disciple of Nangrong Yanlong, so how can we enter the prefecture to find the alchemist when we are injured? I just sent people to buy some medicinal herbs to protect my own life. " With two light coughs, Zhou Yan wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth, and his face turned even paler after the flush had faded. He said with a bitter smile: "A few days ago, the government guards from one of the three towns came to surround us, and I lost a few dozen men under my command. Most of them were lightly injured, and I'm afraid I will die if this goes on."

He could only casually bandage the wounds of those pursuing men. Occasionally, he would send a few people to that prefecture city to buy some medicinal herbs, and when he came back, he would either apply them or consume them.

However, soldiers were people who had been bathed in blood, how could they understand the meaning behind such grievances? As time passed, it was likely that more than a few of them had left behind diseases. Their old injuries had not yet healed, and they had even been treated with new wounds. Now, these men's lives were in great danger.