The Yuan and Ming War touched all directions.

Ling Luoshi is always paying attention to the changes in the battlefield.

Seeing that the Yuan army had all the advantages but still failed to capture Jinan City, he murmured:

"It's not right, the Yuan army's war was not right.

Ling Luoshi's subordinate, Lord Li, said in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Ling Luoshi said in a deep voice: "Have you noticed that the Yuan army always seems to be tying the Ming army?"

"It's not like siegeing the city at all, but training troops?"

Lord Li hesitated for a while and said, "Can the Yuan army deliberately lure the Ming army to support?"

"Their real goal is actually the other party?"

Ling Luoshi nodded and agreed with Your Excellency Li's words.

"That's right, 80% as you said, they are putting pressure on the Ming army to send troops to support them."

Lord Li asked, "General, shall we attack?"

Ling Luoshi shook his head, the soldiers in his hand were his lifeblood.

He didn't want to give these lifelines to the Yuan army inexplicably. When he was about to refute, the soldiers outside the tent suddenly shouted:

"Report to the General, there is something going on in the Yuan army."

"Is there any movement again?" Ling Luoshi was a little puzzled, and the Yuan army rested for three days.

What are you going to do this time? Asked: "How many people did the Yuan army send this time?"

The soldier replied, "About 120,000 people."

"What? 120,000?" Ling Luoshi was shocked and said, "Is this a general attack?"

Lord Li said excitedly: "General, are we going to attack?"

Ling Luoshi smiled and said with an excited look on his face:

"Of course, I'm going to attack, tell everyone to reorganize the army, and to take action and kill the Yuan army at any time."

The soldier shouted: "Abide by the order!"

The general in Jinan City felt a little disappointed when he saw the Yuan army siegeing the city.

He sighed heavily: "Oh, why haven't the reinforcements come yet?"

"Is God going to destroy my Jinan City?"

"General, let's retreat!" the deputy general next to him suggested.

The general shook his head and said, "The horse and the horse are wrapped in corpses and died in the battlefield. This is the supreme glory of the soldiers."

"It's worth it to be able to die in such a battle!"

The deputy general wanted to persuade him again, but was stopped by Li Guangzu and said:

"Permit it and guard Jinan City to the death."

The deputy general gritted his teeth and said gratefully:

"Thank you for not killing me, the villain will go now."

Under the city of Jinan, the sound of soldiers and soldiers rising upwards shook the sky.

From day to night, corpses were left everywhere, and just as the night was shrouded in the battlefield.

In the Yuan army camp, the 50,000 troops quietly left the barracks and left in the opposite direction of Jinan City.

"Haha, these idiots thought we were attacking Jinan City, but our real target was Songdu."

The lady rode on the horse with bare feet and couldn't stop mocking.

Zhao Min smiled, her face filled with admiration: "I can't imagine that my father is so powerful, but he actually thought of this wonderful plan."

Wang Baobao, also known as Kuogut Timur, shook his head and said:

"This matter is not my father's credit, Yuan Huang is the real behind the scenes."

"Brother, where is the Eighth National Master? Why haven't he come yet?" Zhao Min said curiously.

Wang Baobao chuckled and said, "It's not that he didn't come but that he arrived early."

Zhao Min's beautiful eyes flashed and immediately guessed the meaning of the other party's words:

"Brother, are you talking about the Eighth National Master, right in Songdu?"

Wang Baobao nodded: "That's right, he started from the waterway, and he should be in Songdu now."

"So that's it." Zhao Min said suddenly.

Wu Zi said curiously: "Masters Eight are not just one person, right?"

"It seems that I heard that I came with one of his apprentices." Wang Baobao said casually.

When Wuya heard this, his eyes stared at the boss, but he quickly breathed a sigh of relief and secretly rejoiced in his heart:

"Fortunately, that dead enemy is not in Songdu, otherwise he would be in trouble this time."

…

In Wanma Camp.

Murong Fu was practicing, and suddenly, a wonderful force woke him up.

It made him feel terrified and he woke up directly from Zhou Tian.

"Strange, this energy? Why does it feel so familiar?"

"It's both missing and resentful, and there seems to be a kind of love?"

Murong Fu shook his head, preparing to go into Zhoutianshi again.

The previous energy appeared in his mind and interrupted him again.

But this time, he could already know who the source of this energy was.

"Why is she here?"

"Amitabha, I didn't expect you to hide in this camp."

Just when Murong Fu was puzzled, an old monk suddenly appeared in front of him.

However, his clothes were obviously native to Central China, but rather from the Tibetan lama.

"Who are you?" Murong Fu frowned anxiously, and his back felt cold.

The lama in front of him could appear silently within ten feet of him.

At least it means that the other party is at the peak of the Grandmaster, and it is easy to kill him.

"Amitabha Buddha, the old monk is called Eighth Masters."

Murong Fu was shocked and asked himself, "The First National Teacher of the Yuan Kingdom, Eighth Division?"

"Amitabha, I didn't expect the donor to know the old monk." The eighth teacher nodded.

Murong Fu's heart was overwhelmed at this time, and the strength of the Eight Masters was enough to reach the top ten in the entire Yuan Dynasty.

He has even surpassed the realm of a great master and reached the unity of man and nature as Zhang Sanfeng said.

"The master's name is deafening, how dare I not recognize it?" Murong Fu quickly stood up and bowed.

The Eighth Master Ba smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you."

"Thank you very much." Murong Fu didn't expect that the old monk was so direct.

But, experts act in a profound way.

He said that if he didn't kill himself, he would definitely not kill himself. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. After a while, he asked:

"Master, you are not here to kill me, what is the purpose of that?"

"Amitabha, you have a bad relationship with the little disciple, and it should be over today."

"Is your apprentice... unthinkable?" Murong Fu asked.

"That's right, I'll take you to see her now." Eighth Master Ba said lightly.

Then, Murong Fu felt that he was surrounded by a strange energy.

In a blink of an eye, he disappeared into his big tent.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a beautiful woman in white clothes, with a peerless face, like a fairy on earth.

“Nothing thought…”

Bodhisattva Wumeng looked calm and looked at Murong Fu as if he was looking at a stranger.

The two of them stood quietly for breath.

Then, Bodhisattva Wuxiang said, "I am here to kill you."

Murong Fu was stunned, with a big speechless look on his face.

Your master doesn't come to kill me, you come to kill me. Isn't your master and disciple funny? I wondered:

"You are not my opponent, how can you kill me?"

Bodhisattva Wuxiang clasped his hands together and said lightly: "After returning to the sect, Master passed on three relics from me."

"I have reached the level of thinking about it at will."
Chapter completed!