Chapter 729 The Mission of Mi Wenming

While the stone-throwing machine collapsed, a cloud of dark and golden beetles hit the feather. Although Wu Dao cut the "cloud" into two pieces without hindrance, the group of beetles that were harder than gold and iron still hit him like roaring arrowheads, cutting his whole body into blood and tearing his clothes. Mi Ziyu's body was wrapped in countless beetles, and he flew out like a cheetah wrapped in ant colonies. In mid-air, his spiritual power "saw" the white-robed girl standing in the wind, getting farther and farther and farther away from him...

"Who are you?" In the rapid flight, Mi Ziyu roared loudly.

"Saint Yusha, farewell to the saint."

Qi Ziyu's heart was shocked, and he roared unwillingly and sank into the river in the distance.

The first battle of crossing the river of the Yanhuang Alliance ended in failure.

Although the stone-throwing machine of the Sanmiao people was destroyed with the help of Wu Dao, the first two thousand people on the river bank were killed in battle, and the river bank was still guarded by the Sanmiao people. Di Yao's wish to establish a beachhead position on the bank of the river failed. From morning to dusk, more than 3,000 people were killed on both sides, and the corpses and blood were covered with the Yangtze River.

The sun sets in the west, shining the river with blood, like a pool of blood that can't be melted.

As night was approaching, the Yanhuang allied forces withdrew their troops and retreated to Jiangbei. The Sanmiao people reveled and celebrated freely, and the fragrance of wine and meat floated out for more than ten miles. Compared with the Yanhuang Alliance, the Sanmiao people are a true coalition. These 30,000 legions are almost Sanmiao - to be precise, the power of Xi Miao.

A few months ago, Guiye's legion was detained by Dongmiao and has not been released back until today. Guiye's magic power is strong, but it is unwilling to abandon the soldiers and escape. Only Jin Potian and Jinghao escaped with thousands of people. Today, Xi Miao has lost a lot of strength. The 30,000 people on the Yangtze River defense line are actually soldiers who have gathered more than 30 tribes. They have different customs and different clothes. Except for the 5,000 elite clothes from Miaodu, everyone else is in a mess.

The hearts of high-level officials such as Yansha, Dapeng and Jing Lie were cold.

But the ordinary warrior was still excited. Looking at Si Wenming being tied tightly by the magic stick and sent to the main account, the Sanmiao people all cheered. Over the years, how many Sanmiao compatriots have this clever teenager killed! There is almost no tribe north of the Yangtze River that is not poisoned by him, and none of them is frightened without mentioning the name.

But now, this great enemy in life has become his own prisoner.

The hustle and bustle of captured Nathan's life became a hero in a day. Everywhere he went, there was admiring eyes, and everywhere he went was accompanied by wine and beautiful women. Everyone seemed to be looking at a great mountain. The girls from various tribes are even more like warbler and swallows, and they can't drive them away even if they are tired of him. In the golden weather, his nose was crooked, and he secretly scolded Jing Ao a hundred times. Although some people mentioned a few words about his credit for restraining Mi Ziyu, it was completely covered by the sharpness of Jing Ao.

I'm afraid that after a while, the first name of the Golden Guardian will be robbed by this guy.

Jin Potian drank a muffled wine in the camp. Looking at Jing's arrogant red and heroic words, he simply took the wine jar and walked away. As he walked, he thought, "It is said that the elemental power of the young king of the Xia tribe is low, and he has been fighting for a long time with the help of so many people. Well, it seems that it has run into a soft persimmon. If I take down Shi Wen's life in one move, won't he be ashamed to die?"

Thinking like this, his eyes gradually emitted light, and immediately threw down the wine jar and ran towards the main business.

The main business is relatively more solemn. After all, it is the standing army of Miaodu. No matter how big the victory is, it will not be lost. A team of patrol soldiers patrols with torches. Seeing Jin Potian coming, the patrol soldiers recognized the first warrior of Sanmiao Kingdom and saluted him more or less with a little dignity.

The main business of the Sanmiao Alliance is in the saint's account.

Jin Potian was full of admiration for the saint. He approached the big tent, and even slowed down a lot.

There were 300 fully armed soldiers standing outside the tent. The lights in the tent were bright, but when they approached, there was silence and silence. Jin Potian was surprised and whispered outside the account, "Jin Potian wants to see the saint."

There was a moment of silence in the tent, and Jingsha's voice said faintly, "Come in!"

A Jiashi lifted the thick curtain, and Jin Potian strode in, but he was stunned as soon as he entered. I saw the saint Yusha sitting on the main throne, but Da Peng and Jing Lie sat opposite the prisoner, and there was no one else. Shi Wenming knelt leisurely on the tiger skin mat, and there was a clay pot of wine and a tripe of cooked meat on the table in front of him. This man is leisurely and complastaringly tearing the delicious deer Shu meat, and sometimes sips of the wine in the bottle.

"Uh..." Jin Potian was in a daze.

"Breaking the sky, what's the matter with you?" Dapeng's Road.

Jin Potian scratched his head and said with a wry smile, "Saint, elder, I don't understand, this man..." He pointed to Shi Wenming, "Why are you treating him so kindly?"

The three of them looked at each other and then shook their heads speechlessly.

"Hey hey, hello, Brother Jin." Shi Wenming smiled at him and said, "Three years ago, I saw Brother Jin's demeanor in the Valley of Shenshui, and I fought with my third uncle for 300 rounds. Now that time flicks, Brother Jin's demeanor is still the same. I really sigh."

Jin Potian suddenly blushed. When he was saving the Iron Blade Legion in the Valley of Shenshui, he met Xia Zhi and was killed and abandoned his armor. It was unbearable. If it hadn't been for the sudden outbreak of the disaster, he would have almost died there. It turned out that the teenager who commanded on the opposite side of the valley was this guy?

Jin Potian snorted, "You man, how much blood my hands are stained with my three seedlings!" If you don't kill you, just have fun and give back your naughty smile.

"Break the sky, don't be rude to your guests!" Jing Lie shouted.

"Precious guest?" Jin Potian was stunned.

Shi Wenming drank leisurely and did not answer.

"Brother Jin," Yusha suddenly said, "Since you are here, my little sister will tell the story. You have a good personal relationship with your majesty, and you just listen to your opinion."

"Oh?" Jin Potian is confused. Why does it involve Shaoqiu again?

Xiang Sha hesitated for a while and looked at Sia Wenming: "Young man, you'd better talk about it!"

"Good." Li Wenming wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve and smiled at the sand, "Holy daughter, I really didn't expect you and me to drink and eat meat together. It's really like in a dream!"

The desert did not answer, and Ni Wenming was so boring that he had to smile at Jin Potian and said, "Brother Jin, I came here this time specially to summon His Majesty Shaoqiu."

"Full of nonsense." Jin Potian sneered and said, "Your Majesty obviously went to Rong... Pooh!" Shaoqiu's where to go is a big secret. He was so excited that he almost spilled the beans and hurriedly changed his words, "You are Yan Huang Shaojun. How can your majesty let you summon him?" Obviously, I was afraid of being captured to death, and I knew that Your Majesty was not here..."

Mother-in-law, Jin Potian was secretly annoyed and spilled his mouth when he said it, so he simply didn't say anything and hummed, "It's just your majesty's will."

"This is bad," Shi Wenming didn't laugh at him, but just shook his head. "You once took my move into a mountain. As you can see, can't my little brother's strength really catch even Jingjun's stick?"

"Uh-huh..." Jin Potian was speechless. Do you have to admit that you were almost blown away by him, and Jing Yao took him down with a stick? This obviously doesn't work, what's more... Jin Potian estimated the strength of Jing Hao. Although the magic rod is strong, it really can't get the fate of Xi Wen.

This is really lucky. Jin Potian muttered.

"It was only because the younger brother came to see the saint with important matters to save the death of the Sanmiao Kingdom, so he entered the front of the two armies as a young king. Otherwise, all the soldiers of our Xia tribe have returned to Yudu. Why do I have to fight alone? Li Wenming was very eloquous, and he spoke to Jin Potian speechlessly.

"The thing is that the younger brother was entrusted by the Shaoqiu Emperor to send a message to the saint, but he was chased and killed by Ziyu thousands of miles. He had no choice but to take refuge in front of the two armies. He wanted to find an opportunity to meet the saint, but at that time, Ziyu chased him closely, and Di Yao watched the battle in the back, so he had to endure the pain and be beaten by Jingjun and became a prisoner. "Along." Sicing laughed, slanted at Yusha, and said, "The saint is still a little interested in me as a prisoner, so that she won't even see her face."

Gong Sha's face was still expressionless, but his cheeks seemed to have a trace of blush, his eyes were far away, and he didn't know what he was thinking.