At the coalition station, a general sat in the camp and looked at the team leader in front of him, and said calmly: "Are you sure you read it right?"

The team leader stood up straight and said with a firm look on his face: "Absolutely not!"

The general smiled meaningfully and said, "It's interesting, there are such rich supplies and hot springs. I don't think they are here to support the war, I'm afraid they are not here to go on an outing."

This season, and with it being on the border, such supplies are indeed rich.

The team leader echoed with hatred, "The general is right. I think he should report this matter to the temple, just say that they have an affair with foreign enemies, otherwise how could so many good things be transported?"

The general tapped the table gently with his fingers, glanced at the captain like a fool, and said, "Amnesty with foreign enemies? Where are the foreign enemies who have affair with them? Are they those barbarians? They are almost starving to death!"

He calmed down and thought for a while and said, "If you forcefully approve this crime, eating is too ugly. Moreover, they are practitioners after all, and there is a divine talisman master standing behind them. It is probably not good to take action directly."

After a while, he laughed and said, "There are many military tactics, and they are declining again and again. We must first slash their spirits before we can take them down in one fell swoop."

Although the team leader didn't know what it meant, he always felt very powerful and immediately said, "The general's military strategy is like a god, and the last general is more swearing to follow him to the death."

A satisfied look appeared on the general's face and suddenly said, "By the way, I heard that the two nobles from Yuelun Kingdom have also come. They Yuelun and Dahe are enemies. If you spread the news about the hot spring, you must be the two nobles or their subordinates will know what to do."

After hearing this, the team leader immediately took the order and retreated.

The general looked at the deep camp with an indifferent expression. Of course, what he liked was not only those supplies, but also those supplies that were very scarce here could indeed be used as a gift for him to please Shangguan. After all, Shangguan also had a desire to talk and it was human nature to like to enjoy it.

But what he valued more was the source channels of these materials. Dozens of boxes of materials appeared in the camp in Mochiyuan for no reason, and there must be a very special transportation channel among them.

If he could master such channels, what he could do in the future would definitely be beyond imagination.

"A man is guilty of being guilty of being a treasure!"

He sighed lightly, but his face was extremely indifferent and cold. He clapped his palms and two personal soldiers entered the tent. He gave a few instructions one by one.

At this time, the disciples of Mochiyuan did not know that a storm was about to cover them.

Unfortunately, these storms don’t know what a vast and lush towering tree they are about to shake.

Eight days have passed since the last food delivery. On this day, the long-awaited Blue Lake welcomed a monk wearing a straw hat.

Snow is falling in the sky, and the troubles are particularly beautiful.

The monk was from Baita Temple. He was standing in the snow with his bare feet, slowly tugging the ancient rosary with his thumb on his right hand, and holding a heavy iron stick in his left hand. Without any strength, the head of the stick spontaneously penetrated into the ground.

He was very powerful because he did not hide anything.

At this time, dozens of disciples from Mochiyuan stood in front of him, but he looked completely blank.

He looked at Zhuo Zhihua, who was standing at the top, and said in a simple and even extremely domineering manner: "You must leave before noon."

Zhuo Zhihua was trembling all over, and she couldn't help but sternly, "Why!"

The ascetic monk slowly raised his head, his hat covered his upper half of his face, and the lower half of his face exposed outside was cold and without any emotion.

"Because I am strong and you are weak, I let you go, and you must go!"

Zhuo Zhihua's eyes were lowered, and he held the slender sword on his waist tightly, and said in a deep voice: "The master is too unreasonable."

The ascetic monk said calmly: "Wrong, I asked you to leave before noon, which is the biggest reason."

Zhuo Zhihua finally understood that language is the most powerful thing in the world, and everything depends on the sword in his hand to fight for.

At this moment, she had no choice but to draw her sword.

So she resolutely drew her sword.

"kill!"

In an instant, a beautiful sword was pulled out from her waist, driving her body with an indomitable momentum, and slashing towards the monk's body with the sharp sword energy!

The ascetic monk had already noticed her sword drawing force, and at this time he just took a step forward and swung his staff over with great force.

The sword tip pierced the body of the staff and made a crisp sound, and he could no longer move forward. Even under the huge force, the sword was bent.

The next moment, the monk muttered something, and countless heaven and earth energy gathered, and snowflakes were flying all over the sky. He threw the rosary and smashed it hard on Zhu Zhihua's body.

Zhuo Zhihua's delicate body was immediately smashed away.

"Senior Sister!"

A junior sister hurriedly stepped forward and helped Zhuo Zhihua up from the ground, looking at Zhuo Zhihua's pale face and worried.

Zhuo Zhihua stood up hard, adjusted his breathing, and asked after a while, "Why did you let us leave?"

While asking questions, a resolute look appeared in her eyes, and her aura was calm but not revealed.

The ascetic monk noticed this. He knew that the woman opposite was likely to launch a desperate attack. He frowned and said, "I don't want to divide my life and death with you, otherwise I could kill you just now. Why do you do this?

To be honest, it is the intention of letting you leave, the aunt and the princess, for the hot spring behind you."

The disciples of Mochiyuan suddenly fell silent, and they naturally knew who the aunt and princess were mentioned by the monk.

One is Qunimadi, who is of a profound but unreasonable state, and the other is one of the famous three ignorant people in the world, Lu Chenjia.

The double suppression of strength and identity has left many disciples in Mochiyuan silent.

"So what if they are? Can they forcefully steal other people's places?"

The Tmall girl walked up from behind and shouted loudly, "She didn't recognize the messy things, and she was also very confident at this time because she was holding a sword and a wooden sword in her hand.

So she looked very arrogant and scolded the monk with great sensation, but her furry and cute appearance was really not intimidating.

The ascetic monk's expression turned gloomy for the first time at this time, because he heard from the girl that she was disrespectful to her aunt and princess.

"This female donor, beware of the misfortune coming from the mouth!"

Fang Qian and Mo Shanshan kept watching this scene from afar. They all keenly discovered that the monks began to have murderous intentions at this time.

Mo Shanshan frowned and said with a hint of anger: "Is it because of just one sentence that he wants to kill someone?"
Chapter completed!