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Fusang Man Wu Cang Yuan wanted to cry, but no tears would come out. He smacked his lips and said, "Aren't you trying to kill me? "Li Jun--"

Li Guangling looked at him coldly and kept silent. However, he understood in his heart that even though this fellow looked pitiful, he was still kind and soft-hearted. They, Fusang, had come thousands of miles away to the Central Plains for charity. On the one hand, he admires the prosperity and culture of the Central Plains. For example, the little tai blade in the hands of this pervert was clearly Tang Dao. Once it improved, it would become a unique skill in their own country. On the contrary, the Central Plains didn't have a great reputation. Instead, they thought it was the product of another country. For example, Chi Eight, who changed his Han clothing into a kimono, calligraphy, and kendo.

What was even more frightening was that year after year, it would become another person's, and in turn, it would be a confrontation with the culture of the Central Plains. There were many things that would gradually evolve and disappear over time in the Central Plains. However, they had never expected that they would be spread far and wide in a foreign land, blossoming and bearing fruit. Sometimes, standing on a foreign land and seeing every blade of grass and every tree and every alley in Chinatown was like a dream back to the Tang Dynasty. He couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Our nation has a long history and Chinese descendants are spread all over the world, spreading their branches and spreading their leaves to thrive. His homeland, on the other hand, was in decline from years of war suffered by the various great dukes. The ambitious men of the Jianghu see the life of the Divine Land, how not to worry about it.

If the heavens are strong, the noblemen will never stop strengthening themselves. This is the soul and source of our nation. No matter how much suffering and natural and man-made disasters occurred, it was unable to erase the soul and spirit of the descendants of the sun.

As for the small matter at hand, the Fusang people were plundering and robbing in the Central Plains. The gods and men were angry, so not killing him was already an act of mercy and a matter of urgency. He had even wishfully hoped to make a windfall. Did he really think that his Fortune Pavilion was a soft persimmon that was easy to swindle?

In a split-second, the thousands of words in Li Guangling's heart were deeply hidden, unable to be expressed in words.

After waiting for a long time and seeing that the opponent was adamant and unwilling to let go, Wu Zangyuan knew that the opponent was a tough one, so he decided to back off. He sighed and said, "Alright then." Five hundred is five hundred. How much less is a piece of meat? It was still better than Old Uncle Wu flinging himself on the street with nothing to show for it. "Ai, my 9,750 taels are gone just like that …"

Li Guangling's face was at ease, and he kindly said, "A wise man submits to circumstances." It's good that you've thought it through. If you follow us, you'll still be able to earn money. What else are you not satisfied with? Humph! Don't blame me for not reminding you, if you follow Uncle Wu and the remnants of the Heavenly Execution Alliance, there will only be death. Do you know why they call him Uncle Wu? Because the answer is that there is no such person, and 'no' means' no '. When he runs, you won't find him. I don't think you believe me. Do you know where his house is? What was his full name? How much was he born with? And how many subordinates did he have? Do you know? "

After all, the Central Plains was not the Fusang Territory, so how could he remember so many big places? Furthermore, he really did not know the name of this old fellow right now. The more he thought about it, the more agitated and distressed he became, with a splitting headache.

Right now, Li Guangling was trying to trick him. Seeing that he was really confused and vexed, Li Guangling's heart sank. He thought to himself: This Uncle Wu is really watertight. He is extremely wary of this Fusang guy. He did not tell anyone else about his secret, not even his real name. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get much out of this fellow.

There was a flash of inspiration and he suddenly remembered something. He immediately said, "Oh right, I remember. Once when Wu was playing chess with that Lord Liu and was about to lose, he played the game shamelessly, pretending to drink water and accidentally knocked the board over, causing the pieces to fall onto the ground. At that time, Sir Liu was so angry that he called him 'Wu' — "

"What's his name?" "Speak!" Li Guangling grabbed his hand and asked.

Ah!" It hurt! Li Jun, let go of my hand first! " Wu Zang Yuan quickly pushed his hand away and continued, "Call Wu - Ke [1]!

"What?" Wu Ke! Wu Ke! Didn't he die ten years ago? "That's impossible!" Li Guangling finally remembered the name. Wu Ke, it's actually you. It was as if the name had a magical attraction. Some people, no matter how long they had experienced it, would only need to be brought up once by someone. Memories from the bottom of their heart would flood into their mind like floodwaters.

Wu Ke, known as the commander of the Hubai army, courageous and warlike, cunning soldiers, nicknamed the "god of war." Ten years ago, Yangzhou guarded the most powerful enemy of Zhan Jiansheng. The unique technique of "Primordius Technique", the weapon "Raging Tooth Slash".

He still remembered back then when the famous North Marshal Hong Beifei had plotted and plotted for a long time. With just one order, he ordered hundreds of thousands of soldiers to split into three groups, not declaring war. In the month of January, the state of the north was in a precarious situation. The remnants of the refugees were everywhere, the Central Plains was in turmoil, and the army was at the bottom of Yangzhou City.

And the leader of the famous hall was the "War God" Wu Ke, with tens of thousands of troops and powerful troops. He had brazenly declared outside Yangzhou that he would take Yangzhou, and that the Golden Tomb of the Fulin Pavilion would be in sight.

At that time, Yangzhou City was in chaos. The veterans and losers spread the rumor that the famous army was strong and strong, unstoppable and invincible. Rather than going to the battlefield to die for nothing, he might as well surrender early and save the ancestral hall. The ones who had caused the most trouble were the "great clans" represented by the "great clans". Some were still waiting and watching, while some had already begun to send people to contact the famous army in private, preparing to cooperate with others and send it to Yangzhou to achieve prosperity.

And as the hall master of Pingyuan Palace, Li Guangling would never tolerate these outlaws causing trouble. He had accidentally caught a spy while patrolling and seized evidence of their collusion with each other in the letter. He made a prompt decision. He immediately dispatched troops to eliminate the Zong Clan, which had the greatest influence among them. He then made an example to others by killing them. Originally, he was prepared to execute the son of Zong Mei on the spot, but later, he received admonishment from the advisor beside him, and came up with a plan. After leaving the survivors of Zong Mei's group to keep in touch, the elites of famous sects were attracted. They set up traps and ambushed the frontlines of famous sects and clans. This was the first great victory that the Fortune Pavilion had achieved since the successive great battles, and it crushed the legend of the Hong family's invincible army in one fell swoop.

Wu Ke, the commander of the three armies, was extremely furious and swore to the heavens that he would not return it until he broke Yangzhou. After issuing several orders, the three armies began to gather at Yangzhou. The great army pressed down on the land, and over a hundred thousand soldiers approached the city. Every day, it was so packed with people that it was like a massive tsunami, surrounding Yangzhou City so tightly that not even a drop of water could leak out.

Wu Ke had waited until all of the three armies had gathered. He was prepared to use his most powerful army to thoroughly crush and crush all the forces of Fortune Pavilion, and wipe out the entire northern lands with a single battle.

Yangzhou was in danger. After several months of besieging the city, the situation was getting more and more dangerous. The day that the city is destroyed is the day when the people of the city are annihilated.