"Sir, the monk from Yingchan Temple, I'm asking for a meeting at Yongye!" When Li Xuanbai and Yang Yuefan were in a dirty political consultation, a guard whispered to remind him outside the door.

"Eternal Night?" Li Huamei perfectly inherited Li Xuan's arrogant eyebrows. She saw Mrs. Li's eyebrows standing, and a terrifying aura came to her face.

Rather than saying that it is the momentum of the superior, it is the natural sense of oppression that the goddess will naturally develop when facing the loser.

"He doesn't guard the 'Yanmo' well in Yingchan Temple to ensure the safety of the people in the city. What are you doing when you come here!" Mrs. Li snorted coldly: "No!"

Naturally, Yang Yuefan would not interrupt at this time, and drank tea with a smile, and be a melon-eating crowd with peace of mind.

When he entered the inner city of Wangxiang City, the feeling of oppression that was originally pressed away disappeared.

Wangxiangcheng is a city of the Song Empire, and the inner city is the second insurance for the city, without cutting corners at all.

The city wall as high as five meters makes it difficult for extraordinary people to cross through muscle strength. It is not too big or small in size, so that players of the Retribution Team can easily take into account all directions with the original city defense soldiers.

The most important thing is that, as the biggest tyrant of this era, although the Song Empire failed successively on the battlefield in all directions, it developed outstanding city defense technology.

Whether it was reinforced with magic, seamlessly connected city walls, or the numerous and amazingly powerful city defense crossbows, Yang Yuefan burst into laughter.

All kinds of city defense equipment he had seen, never seen, and never heard of, although he had no choice but to do anything to the wronged souls summoned by "Yan Mo", the enemies of the retribution battle group were indeed physical.

With these city defense equipment alone, Yang Yuefan dared to guarantee the ticket. Within a month, unless the paladins built planes, they would not be able to make it in.

Compared to the paladin, he was more worried about the green skins, those that mastered the simple explosives, which were the real major concerns.

The green skins in the far south show very advanced gunpowder technology. After Yang Yuefan last reported and communicated with the earth, he determined that the green skins here far exceeded the birthplace of green skins in this regard, and those similar ones on the Siberian wastelands.

"Xiaoxuan! I said, one day I will take you out of this lifeless city. I will do what I say! I'm here!" Obviously the monk named Yongye could no longer wait for the guards' notification.

"Haha, Mrs. Li's charm is amazing and amazing!" Yang Yuefan blocked the smile on the corner of his mouth with the tea cup. He couldn't help it.

"It made Lord Yang laugh. Yongye and I were childhood sweethearts who grew up together. Later, I got married, and he ran to Yingchan Temple to become a monk in anger." Mrs. Li had no intention of being embarrassed at all and admitted her previous relationship openly: "It was just a frivolous life when she was young. Fortunately, my father had already seen through the essence of his embroidered pillow."

"Then Miss Li Huamei's father?" Yang Yuefan took advantage of the fact that the Yongye Monk had not yet entered, and he seized the time to chat for a few more words. It has become his instinct to collect information all the time.

"I passed away from illness. Li Lang has not been adapting to the climate in the far south. In addition, I have been trapped in Wangxiang City and have been living a life of black and white twists. Huamei left when she was four years old." Mrs. Li's words made Yang Yuefan unable to see any strangeness.

"Xiaoxuan! I'll pick you up! The seal of 'Yanmo' has been damaged, and Wangxiangcheng can no longer trap it!" The monk Yongye, who had a little dark skin, didn't know what method to use to knock out the guard outside the door and pushed the door in: "We are free!"

Yongye obviously didn't expect that there were two outsiders in the house. His previous battle with Master Sanzang made him cautiously alert: "Who are you!"

"This is the first time I have seen a monk who has moved his heart. Is there no punishment?" Yang Yuefan did not stand up. He was confident in Mrs. Li's methods. Such a trivial matter is not worth taking action.

Yongye's already dark face suddenly became darker again: "It was you, the group of outsiders, who caused trouble and broke the seal! Xiaoxuan, come with me, Wangxiangcheng is already a place of trouble, so it is not suitable to stay for a long time!"

"Marriage Monk Eternal Night! As a monk in Yingchan Temple, when the seal is damaged, you do not stay by the master to help strengthen the seal and slow down the awakening of "Yan Mo", but instead leave your post without thinking about the people in Wangxiangcheng? What should you blame!"

Li Xuanbai rebuked the monk without hesitation. Mrs. Li, wearing a silk garbha, waved her sleeves with a wide wave, and a visible air blade immediately shot towards the monk!

Yongye instantly transformed the mist and moved one step back to reappear. The air blade left a transparent half-moon-shaped trace on the wooden door behind him.

"It can't be blocked!" Yongye never thought of fighting back, and explained patiently: "'Yan Mo' has spread the wronged soul, and now even my master can't suppress it!"

"Oh no! Tell Li Huamei that by turning the power of the Shadowless Platform to the maximum, you must ensure the safety of the inner city!" Mrs. Li subconsciously ordered, and then she remembered that the guard outside her door had been knocked down by Yongye.

"Don't worry, it won't affect us yet. The outer wall was blown up by our enemies, and all the wronged souls were attracted there." Yang Yuefan said calmly: "I can declare on behalf of the State of Song that we welcome 'Yan Mo' back to China. As a cultural relic of the previous dynasty, it not only has great historical significance, but also has great economic value. We should do to welcome the national treasure."

Yang Yuefan's words made Li Xuanbai and Yongye a little unable to digest for a while. Fortunately, Yang Yuefan summarized: "I already know the 'Yanmo' thing, and I will report it to the local area soon. It has nothing to do with Wangxiangcheng now."

"Your first task is to cooperate with our actions and keep those real outsiders out. As soon as the local fleet arrives, you can go wherever you want. The new government will issue you a sufficiently preferential compensation clause." Yang Yuefan said seriously: "It also includes other residents of Wangxiangcheng, as compensation for the inaction of the imperial court in the past years."

"Don't believe what he said!" Yongye seemed to have a great prejudice against the people in the court, but Yang Yuefan understood the truth about what he knew very well.

"Did you forget how the emperor of Song State built Wangxiang City and Yingchan Temple step by step, and how did he trick our two families and other people from all over the country to come here!" Yongye Monk's accusation made Yang Yuefan a little embarrassed.
Chapter completed!