Chapter 119 Pseudo Zhu Yuanzhang

The camel team marched north for a long time. Suddenly, Sha Wang Duolun said, "Kid, I can't run away."

Feng Xiaobing stopped the camel and looked up. He had also found that the strange flying object on his head that had been followed for a long time was a night owl, a tracking weapon invented by a wise man, and it could play the role of a reconnaissance plane during the day.

After listening, the sound of horses' hoofs came faintly, but it was not the roar of thousands of troops and horses, and there were not many people.

Duolun shook his head and said, "Zhu Yuanzhang is going to eat now." There may be a chance to bring a large army, but the lord of the city, who has always been big, actually chased him with these people.

"Zhu Yuanzhang? Shit," Feng Xiaobing was a little interested. Although it must be a coincidence, Feng Xiaobing has always been fury with the unscrupulous emperor.

With a thought, Feng Xiaobing stopped the camel team and prepared to meet Zhu Yuanzhang in this alien world for a while.

Since he owed the debt, the old man also accepted his fate and soon entered the role. He went with Lao Niu to look for firewood and prepare to make a fire and cook.

The sound of hoofs approached quickly, and soon, the horse team of more than a dozen people appeared in Feng Xiaobing's vision.

Obviously, the other party did not expect that Feng Xiaobing and his party were camping leisurely. It seems that people who have done bad things are going to run away in confusion.

The horse team paused for a moment and quickly surrounded it. As the distance approached, the immediate people came into view.

The front iron-blue face and armored fierce white-faced and black bearded sweat must be Zhu Yuanzhang. However, there were also two people in divine robes in the team who attracted the attention of Feng Xiaobing.

"Oh, are the friends of the Divine Religion also here? What do you see?" At this time, the horse team had surrounded Feng Xiaobing and his party in the middle. Feng Xiaobing shouted to the two old men in robes as if he had nothing to do.

The voice of the dream sounded: "Little master, the strength of the other party is not weak, especially the old man in the white robe, who has the strength of the golden high level, and the black robe also has the middle level. The rest is nothing. There are three golden middle sections and three middle stages, and the rest are shrimps.

If the dream is heard by the other party, it is estimated that you will vomit blood.

The old man in white robe was stunned and replied with a smile, "Little brother, don't get me wrong. I'm just here to join in the fun. Don't worry, you and Zhu Chengzhu will not interfere in the matter."

"Uh..." Feng Xiaobing didn't expect that the strongest master of the other party would take the initiative to show his goodwill.

The white-faced general with a black beard was furious and shouted, "Your Excellency, what do you mean?" Originally, he thought that he pulled up the two masters of the divine religion, plus the three golden masters on his side, even with three heads and six arms, it was difficult to fly. Unexpectedly, he turned around before he spoke.

The old man of the church said with a smile, "Lord Zhu, I just promised to come and have a look with you, but I didn't promise to help you with this little brother. If you do your thing, I won't help each other."

Zhu Yuanzhang almost vomited blood. He has known each other for many years. Although he is not a good friend, every time Kandahar meets a foreign enemy, the three forces advance and retreat together. This is a very important way to show his strength to declare his power. Unexpectedly, this time, the divine religion would stand idly by. There is no need to help each other. Is it possible to help each other?

Zhu Yuanzhang gritted his teeth. Without the divine religion, it would be difficult to achieve the collapse of the sky. There are still six gold masters on his side, two of whom are sand thieves. With the support of sand thieves, they may not be able to win this.

"That boy, is it a good thing you did in the city last night?" Zhu Yuanzhang put it down and began to ask Feng Xiaobing.

Feng Xiaobing scratched his head and said innocently, "What's the matter? Why can't I understand?"

Zhu Yuanzhang held down his anger and said, "Ming people don't say secret words. Didn't you do what happened to the explosion and burning of many smelters in our city?"

"Damn, you can eat indiscriminately and can't talk nonsense. Which eye do you see that I did it? Do you have a witness or physical evidence? Be careful that I sue you for slander, Feng Xiaobing stared and said righteously.

Zhu Yuanzhang was choked to death. After thinking about it for a while, he really couldn't come up with any evidence. Okay, let's put this matter aside first.

He called a well-dressed man, pointed to Feng Xiaobing and asked, "Did he do the family?"

The family looked carefully, shivered, and shouted, "It's him, it's him. The young master was killed by him and killed many of our brothers." Last night's killing god was in front of him. The family shouted and involuntarily retreated to the back.

"Hmm, boy, you can't put off this matter. If you dare to kill my son, I will make you pay for your life today." The corners of Zhu Yuanzhang's mouth twitched and got off the horse. A few people followed him one after another, and it seemed that he was about to do it.

"That's right," Feng Xiaobing raised his eyebrows. "I did this, and I can tell you that now let the pig stand in front of you, and I will kill him. It can be seen that you are not a good thing. Come here and let me have a good time." With that, Feng Xiaobing touched the watermelon knife. Several beautiful wives also stood over, seeing that a fight was about to begin.

"Hey, what are you two doing here?" A voice suddenly sounded outside the encirclement, which shocked everyone, but they didn't even notice when an outsider appeared behind them.

Sha Wang Duolun came in with a large bundle of dry wood in his arms and looked at the two people dressed as sand thieves in the field.

The two people trembling and called, "Help, master, you, why are you always here?"

Doron threw the firewood on the ground and said angrily, "Are you blind? I didn't see that I went to collect firewood, huh."

Everyone looked at Doron strangely. Is it possible that Duolun, the first master of Kandahar, is with this boy?

The old man of the divine religion looked at it with a smile and muttered to himself, "Hey, it's getting more and more fun."

Doron rolled his eyes at the old man and said to his two subordinates, "You two guys come to join in the fun and do what you should do when you get back. Grandma, it depends on whether you can eat it or not, which will humiliate me."

The two sand thief masters wiped the cold sweat on their foreheads and bowed respectfully. Without saying a word, they jumped on the horse and ran away. They joked that the master was decisive in killing, which annoyed him that there was absolutely no good fruit to eat. How could he have to figure out what was going on.

Everyone in the field looked at each other in con'ssment. Well, there is another middle and a low-level golden master.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes ** a few times, the situation is very strange. Turning his eyes, Zhu Yuanzhang saluted Duolun and said, "Lord Sha Wang, this man has a revenge on me. I have to retaliate. Please do something for your convenience. After I solve this matter, I will be grateful." Seeing that the sand thief is not ready to help King Sha's behavior, he will do it by himself.

Sha Wang Duolun scratched his head and said with embarrassment, "Lao Zhu, I'm afraid this convenience can't be given to you. I can't help it."

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned and asked doubtfully, "What do you mean? Are you with this boy..." Zhu Yuanzhang didn't dare to go on. He had a very bad feeling.

Duolun looked at the complaed Feng Xiaobing and said, "It's no big deal... That... Well, this boy is just my master."

Duolun's words were like a bolt from a clear sky to split Zhu Yuanzhang into a mummy, and the old man who watched the lively God almost fell off the horse.

Is it April Fool's Day today? Or Lao Yan's birthday? Are you kidding, the first master of Kandahar, the high-level master of gold, and the leader of 100,000 sand thieves, is this boy's servant?