In Zhao Yun's view, heroes like Zhang Cheng are mostly decisive and cold-hearted. Without enough benefits, it is impossible to impress such a person.
Therefore, when Zhao Yun came, he was well prepared and had both threats and inducements. Only in this way could he impress Zhang Cheng.
However, in the end, Zhang Cheng told him that even without these, he would still help An Feng.
Of course, Zhao Yun could not believe such words. He would not think that Zhang Cheng was a bad person.
However, the look on Zhang Cheng's face didn't look fake.
Zhao Yun has excellent observation skills, makes almost no mistakes, and understands people very well. This time, he felt a little hesitant.
"He's just pretending, how is that possible? This is just an afterthought. Without me threatening you, without me revealing the whereabouts of the divine stone, would you have helped An Feng?" He laughed sarcastically in his heart, but even he himself knew this.
There was not much confidence in his words. Deep in his heart, he had a feeling that what Zhang Cheng said seemed to be true.
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After reaching an agreement, Zhao Yun quietly returned to Yanjing on the third day. Those who followed his whereabouts only knew that he went to the South China Sea for two days to play.
"Why is he going to the South China Sea at this time?" said a middle-aged man in a room.
"I'm upset. Now that Dark Feng is making such a fuss, even if he is the best Dark Swordsman, he can only watch and it won't help." On the sofa opposite the middle-aged man, another young man said boredly, playing with a knife in his hand.
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"So, he just doesn't care and goes to the South China Sea to relax." Another person said, a young woman.
"Otaku is just an otaku. Even if he has talent, he is destined to be useless in this life." The young man added.
"Okay, you guys underestimate Zhao Yun too much. He is indeed an otaku, but he is not a real otaku. The fact that this guy can attract the attention of Commander An Feng shows a lot of things. In addition, you must know that the first Anni
The position of the knife is not easy to do, there are countless pairs of eyes below, but so far no one has been able to snatch this position from Zhao Yun."
The old man who had never spoken said.
This old man was wearing an ancient robe, with a frown on his face and gray hair. He was obviously over seventy years old. However, he had a sense of oppression that was stronger than Rong Lao, which was only felt by the superiors.
The people present were all high-ranking or high-ranking people, but they looked at the old man with eyes full of awe.
"Marshal, what you said makes sense. But now that the commander-in-chief is no longer here, the wheel of the times is moving forward, and the position of the first secret knife should also be changed." The young man stopped playing with the knife, raised his head, and said coldly, "
Back then, I made a small mistake and lost my position as a secret knife. I was not willing to accept it. In a real fight, how could that otaku be my opponent?"
"Yes, my brother is the number one secret swordsman." The young woman sat on the young man's lap and leaned into his arms. "Now my brother and I have practiced Qilin swordsmanship. When we combine two swords, we can become two or three swordsmen."
He is no match for us."
"That's right, Xiao Lin and Chopin, I didn't expect that you would be so lucky that you would acquire the famous magical skills in the world. Back then, two peerless masters known as the Qilin couple practiced Qilin martial arts, and they defeated invincible opponents in the world and swept across the world.
Shocked China." The middle-aged man nodded and smiled.
"This is not the most important thing. Keep an eye on Zhao Yun, I don't want anything to go wrong at the last minute." The old man said slowly, not being angry or intimidating.
"Yes, Marshal!"
The three people's faces straightened up and they said respectfully.
They all think very highly of themselves, but they know that if the old man in front of them thinks about it, they will lose everything.
That's right, he is Marshal An Feng, Long Feiyu!
"Also, what's going on over at the giant sword recently?" the old man asked again.
"Reporting to the marshal, it's been very quiet over at the Giant Sword recently."
"I think it's impossible to be quiet." Long Feiyu sneered, "Jujian has long coveted An Feng. If it weren't for the commander-in-chief supporting him and the old man of the Yan family behind him, Jujian would have annexed An Feng long ago.
Now that An Feng is in trouble, it’s a great time to eat it, how could it not be tempted?”
"Marshal, what do you mean?" The middle-aged man's eyes flickered, thoughtfully.
"According to the information I got, the Qin family and the Yan family have secretly formed an alliance, and are preparing to push the giant sword behind the scenes to eat An Feng." Long Feiyu said it in an understatement, but it shocked everyone.
Surprised!
The Qin family and the Yan family are recognized as high-ranking nobles in Yanjing, and there are only a handful of them. If the two families join forces, who can compete?
"Marshal, may I take the liberty of asking?" The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment before asking.
"Tell me, Mr. Zhi, what I appreciate most is your straightforwardness." Long Feiyu raised his hand and said.
"Such shocking news is theoretically impossible to spread. How did you know about it?"
he asked in a deep voice.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"Sure enough, Marshal, you also participated."
"Of course." Long Feiyu stood up and looked at the sky, "The dark front at this time is that the building is about to collapse and there is no way to save it, but those stupid guys still want to hold the building up. My original opinion is
It is to merge with the giant sword, but they are obstructing it in every possible way." There was a hint of coldness in Long Feiyu's words.
"But once the giant sword eats An Feng, then Marshal you will not be able to get the position of Commander An Feng. This is your lifelong ideal." The brother and sister were puzzled.
"I have reached an agreement with them. Afterwards, I will still be the marshal and can take charge of An Feng. In that case, I will be the commander-in-chief of An Feng." Long Feiyu's eyes flashed with ambition.
The middle-aged man was silent, he knew very well that in that case, there would be no dark front in the world.
Another day passed, the sun was shining brightly at Yanjing International Airport.
Wisps of scorching sun poured down from the sky, brilliant and beautiful. As usual, many foreign men could be seen coming and going, coming in and out. As the largest city in China, this city in some respects not only belongs to Chinese people, but also to Chinese people.
It also belongs to other people, with all nationalities from all over the world gathered here.
At this time, several cars drove over, and in the middle was a stretched version of a Mercedes-Benz. A woman got out of the Mercedes-Benz.
This is a typical oriental beauty, wearing a professional suit and a diamond necklace hanging around her neck. She is very beautiful. But the coldness written on her face is daunting.
However, precisely because of this, this woman's temptation for men has not diminished but increased.
When she appeared, she immediately attracted the attention of the people around her. Both Chinese and foreigners looked towards her.
Her beauty goes beyond her face. What is really hard to find is her aura of high status and authority.
The moment he saw her, two words subconsciously appeared in his mind: "Powerful!"