When the eight hundred officials arrived, Murong Fu's eyes changed for the first time.

He didn't take so many people from the world in front of him, such as the leader of the Haisha Gang and the elders of the Crocodile Sect seriously.

But now there are people from the Song Dynasty.

He naturally didn't care about the martial arts of these 800 Song soldiers, but in front of the people of the Song Dynasty, it seemed a bit unprofitable if he had a conflict with the court of the Song Dynasty.

Although he was determined to restore Yan Kingdom, it was not the time.

He looked at the general in charge.

He knew that general, but today the general's face was full of indifference, as if he didn't know him.

"Why are you gathering here and not leaving?"

With the army behind, the general was very confident and spoke indifferently at the crowd of people in the martial arts world.

But the people in the world did not leave. An old man smiled and said, "Chang San, have you forgotten something after being an official for too long? Even if you do your business, we are not the ones who block the way."

The old man laughed.

The general called Chang San by the old man looked in the direction of his speech. His eyes narrowed and he found that the old man was not someone he could move. The old man had a close relationship with the court, and his son was an official in Bianjing.

How could he afford to mess with him?

"Confucianism uses literature to disrupt the law, and heroes use martial arts to violate the ban. This makes sense. These people in the martial arts world should be killed, but unfortunately they cannot be killed."

Chang San looked at the people in the world and knew that he could not move, so he looked at the only young man in front of him.

"Auspiciousness comes from heaven, which is related to the overall situation of the court. If you don't want to be guilty of rebellion, let me go."

Chang San looked at Murong Fu in front of him.

North Qiao Feng, South Murong.

Although he worked in the court, he had heard this sentence.

In the past, everyone had no grievances or grudges, so naturally they faced each other with smiles, but now there are auspicious things that no one can stop them.

Even Nan Murong can do it either.

Murong Fu's eyes narrowed.

Now in full view of everyone, he is unable to get off the tiger.

If he just retreats, how can he survive in this world?

And if you fight directly, you will lose money completely.

"The senior said that in fifteen days, he will save all sentient beings, and before that, don't disturb everyone."

Murong Fu suddenly showed a somewhat respectful expression on his face, bowed to the direction where Lu Yi was before speaking.

This will immediately cause a lot of commotion.

Murong didn't say that before.

Murong Fu just said not to come first, but did not explain the reason. Some fellow practitioners in the world thought that the immortal medicine in the thousands of purple qi would mature in fifteen days. Therefore, many fellow practitioners in the world came forward to challenge, but all were defeated.

Now, he said it.

These countless auspicious auspiciousness turned out to be a senior.

This senior is so powerful that Nan Murong is willing to guard the gate for him?

So how powerful is this senior?

Many people in the martial arts world are becoming more and more curious.

Chang San also heard the meaning of it.

This huge change in the celestial phenomena turned out to be created by one person.

What if this is the case?

"Yes or no, I can't listen to you alone. If there is really this senior, I will report to the court and ask the senior masters to meet the saint in the capital."

With three waves, the soldiers behind him would shoot their bows and arrows, and they would shoot at people with disagreement.

"It's really hard for him."

In the system space, Lu Yi shook his head as he saw the tense scene.

The official intervention of the Song Dynasty stopped Nan Murong's personal show and also prevented his system from recording more pleasantly.

It really shouldn't be.

It seems that at this point, it is time to send an employee to solve this problem.

Lu Yixin moved slightly and invited Chen Mengxue from the mode world to come over.

"Hello boss!"

When Chen Mengxue saw Lu Yi, she said OK.

"If you have something to do, please give me instructions."

"Don't kill anyone, remember to be more domineering and scare the officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty away."

Lu Yi pointed to the scene ahead. "Just be handsome and chic, and you also want to highlight the strength of your boss."

“Ensure the task is completed.”

Chen Mengxue nodded, and a beam of light sent her to the Song Dynasty world.

Here, there is already tension.

Murong Fujian was in his hand, calming his mind.

The officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty also pulled their bows and arrows, and their faces were solemn.

Arrows are hard to fire.

If you send it, you may die.

At this moment, a pillar of light came to the world.

The light column landed in the world and a beautiful woman appeared.

Compared with that big man, there were not many strange phenomena around the woman.

There is no sky full of flowers, no golden lotus gushing in the ground, and no purple air for three thousand miles.

Even if there is no purple air in a radius, it is not even a mile.

Of course, Lu Yi still gave the special effects of the light column.

There must be a little bit before you can win the lead.

Chen Mengxue descends to the world of Tianlong.

Her expression was leisurely, and she looked at the young master in front of her, then at the officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty not far away, and at the men, women, old, young, and various martial arts people around her.

"It seems that they are very weak."

The girl thought to herself.

Her words sounded like a clear spring.

"My son told you not to argue, and he will save all living beings in fifteen days."

"What?"

"A woman who is as beautiful as a fairy is actually under someone else's command?"

"Her son? It turns out that what Murong Fu said is true!"

One stone stirs up a thousand layers of waves.

Chen Mengxue's words made the martial arts people around him talk.

And Chang San still has to speak.

Chen Mengxue shook her head and waved her hand.

The fire spread.

It rose from the hands of the officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty.

In just a moment, the bow melted.

The arrow melted.

Everyone is alive.

No one was injured.

"Is it enough?"

Chen Mengxue looked at Chang San with eyes.

"If it's not enough, then come some more."

Chen Mengxue's thoughts moved slightly, and a wall of fire rose out in the void, separating her from the others.
To be continued...