She looked at Qian Yong with no expression on her face.

He sighed, "Not to mention where to find the twenty-year-old Marquis Che. Even if he finds it, how can you guarantee that the other party is reinforcements rather than the enemy's reinforcements? It is better to rely on yourself than to pray to God and Buddha."

Qian Yong: “…”

This is indeed a problem.

He also found it very strange that there were few martial artists who had been built over the sixteenth level before. They were either worshipped by powerful countries, lived in seclusion, or were in charge of one place. But in the past ten years, one had died, one died, and one died, and they lined up to report to the King of Hell. It was so evil.

It's even more evil.

Kang Guo’s current configuration can be the king at any time, but it is still the current feeling that anyone can form a group to step on it. Gao Guo can be as powerful as a 20-level Chehou, and Qian Yong feels frustrated for Chen Tang and the others.

Especially the generals who were the seven guards and four commanders.

Their strength is not weak, and Chu Jie and Wei Shou are even more qualified to be recorded in history. They can shock the little ones when they show their reputation. As a result, they are all suppressed by stronger enemies and their light is dim.

Isn’t this an outrageous thing?

Thinking about it all the time—

Qian Yong felt that the master in front of him was even more evil.

Which country is so unlucky? It will kill an enemy and jump out and become stronger. It is not so diligent in wheel battles.

Qian Yong complained in his heart, which made Gu Chi look sideways.

He glared back and whispered: "What do you think of the Imperial Gu? Did this general say something wrong?"

Gu Chi: "..."

Well, that's right.

There is indeed something unlucky about the Lord.

Just as everyone was frowning, a voice came from the top of the tent: "I know some uncle and nephew. The Gongxi clan has relatively complete records, so don't worry, don't worry."

"Bongen knows them?"

Gong Xiqiu jumped off the top of the tent, holding a slowly dissipated letter paper in his hand: "I just sent a message to my elder brother to talk about this. My elder brother replied that the twenty-six-class marquis had weaknesses and was easy to deal with, but the real difficulty was the scholar... When fighting with them, if you want to win, civil and military officials must use it the opposite. People who don't know them will often be caught off guard."

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Who said that Yihe Qingtan is so good_(:з」∠)_
Chapter completed!