Chapter 121: Winning or losing is not a problem, the problem is strategy [13]
Sikong Yifeng, who was watching Fengjian Che and Nangong Li's formation from a distance, his eyes darkened. He didn't expect that this woman knew the formation so well and her martial arts was actually better than hers.
Who is she?
He seemed to be becoming more and more interested in her, with the corners of his mouth rising slightly!
No matter who you are, I will never let you go!
Feng Jianche worked hard and felt a moxibustion-heated gaze looking at him from behind, but he couldn't be distracted now and could only fight with all his strength.
After fighting for nearly an hour, when Feng Jian Che felt that she was about to die from exhaustion, three more people appeared beside her. These three people had been protecting her;
Xuanyuan Yiche is not only handsome, but also has peach blossom eyes, but he is already over ninety years old;
Murong Sheng, the emperor who was both civil and military, was given a sword as a front guard, but he left the palace because of Murong Qian;
Mo Jingyang is 200% similar to Jiang Tian. He was the person Murong Qian always loved before, but now he is just his brother.
"Master, brother, Jingyang!"
Murong Qian shouted happily, and the three people ignored her, just smiled slightly, and slapped the person in front of them with great satisfaction.
With the help of three people, Murong Qian was able to figure it out quickly.
At this moment, a voice interrupted Murong Qian's gaze at the three people:
"General, be careful!"
Murong Qian turned around and saw an arrow flying towards Nangong Li's back. Without thinking much, Murong Qian took out the silver needle in his sleeve and flew towards it. He didn't know if it was strong enough.
Sure enough, she didn't practice well. Although the arrow was blocked by her, it still caused some scratches.
Murong Qian ran to Nangong Li's side, looked at the blood flowing behind him, his eyes darkened, the arrow was poisonous, he looked at Sikong Yifeng in the distance fiercely, and shouted:
"mean!"
Sikong Yifeng spoke to Murong Qian in a voice from heaven, and looked at her with peach blossoms in his eyes.
"Girl, no matter how despicable I am, I can't be more despicable than your Dongsheng dog emperor! However, I really like the way I look when I break the formation. I didn't expect you to be able to break the formation. You are destined to be my man!"
Murong Qian really wanted to turn over the toilet ball and give it to him, but because it was too far away, she could only laugh secretly, thinking that she would be his, just kidding, she was like an arrogant pig.
Su Mufeng also rushed over at this time, took Nangong Li who was holding Murong Qian's hand, and left the battlefield.
Murong Qian looked for Xuanyuan Yiche and the other three, but could not find him. It turned out that they all knew that he was here, so was his departure also arranged by them?
But, no matter what, it's good.
No longer looking for the three of them, he turned around and followed Su Mufeng's footsteps, returning to the military camp. Murong Qian watched the imperial doctor change Nangong Li's dressing, but could not find the antidote, so Murong Qian became anxious.
Walking back and forth, Nangong Li is now unconscious, what can be done?
Method!
Su Mufeng was almost stunned by him and had no choice but to speak:
"Commander Kazama, can you please stop? I feel dizzy when you act like this, and the general also has a royal doctor here!"
Su Mufeng was also anxious, but he pretended to be firm and asked Murong Qian to flip over the ball.
"It would be great if there was a magic doctor's soul-reviving pill!"
Su Mufeng's vague words awakened the troubled Murong Qian. Didn't Xiaoyan give herself a bottle the day she left the valley?
After saying that, he ran back to his military camp and found the soul-reviving pill in his bag. He hoped that the master could help him!