Yan Liang's unruly eyes swept over Sun Jun and he said questioningly.
Hearing this, Sun Jun's face turned gloomy instantly and he stared at Yan Liang.
"I am Sun Jun, why do I need to prove it, and why do I need to prove it like you."
"It's impossible to say for sure. Some cats or dogs are so bold that they pretend to be someone else. If they are caught, it will be ridiculous, don't you think?"
Yan Liang grinned, his face full of defiance, and showed no signs of giving way.
"you......"
The big knife in Sun Jun's hand pressed against Yan Liang and he looked at him with cold eyes.
"To give in or not to give in!"
"Hey, who are you scaring?"
Yan Liang shook his shoulders, shook the big knife away, smacked his lips, and said contemptuously.
At the same time, soldiers one by one realized something was wrong and surrounded him, pointing their spears at Sun Jun.
For a moment, the situation is tense, and it is like a vat filled with gunpowder, ready to explode at a moment's notice.
At this moment, another team approached, and a cold shout rang out.
"Yan Liang, what are you doing!"
"Oh, it turns out to be General Yuan Shu. I'm trying to identify him. Otherwise, if someone fakes his identity and gets in, or some cat or dog sneaks in, wouldn't it be ridiculous?"
"Hmph, I prove Sun Jun's identity and I prove Sun Jun's qualifications, is that enough?"
Yuan Shu looked at Yan Liang with cold eyes and said coldly.
"Oh, of course you can, General Yuan Shu. Please, both of you, mounts are not allowed inside. Each person can bring five guards."
Looking at the scene below, Fang Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a bit of amusement.
"The battle between concubines and concubines, but why is it so fierce?
In history, the fight against Dong did not reach this level. Yuan Shao even gave Yuan Shu a good job in charge of food. This..."
At first, Fang Fan had the mentality of watching a show, but as he thought about it more and more, he felt something was wrong.
Looking down at Yuan Shu with a cold face and Sun Jun with an ugly face, Fang Fan narrowed his eyes, his mind was running rapidly, and he tried his best to think, but he couldn't find any clues.
According to common sense, this is normal. It is normal for common people to fight each other when they are strong and weak. Such stumbling blocks should only be considered childish.
After all, everyone knows that this is disgusting at best to Yuan Shu and Sun Jun, but do you really want to prevent him from coming in? Impossible.
"This is all normal, but what is wrong with it?"
Just when Fang Fan was thinking, Yuan Shu and Sun Jun walked up to the top of the mountain together. When they saw Yuan Shao, Yuan Shu snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and sat directly on the right side next to Yuan Shao, ranking first among the eighteen seats.
second.
Sun Jun also had an ugly expression on his face. He glanced at Yuan Shao coldly, and for some reason sat directly next to Fang Fan on the eighteenth seat.
"Fang Fan, long time no see."
"Well, it's true that we haven't seen each other for a while, and it's been so long in a blink of an eye."
Inexplicably, the two started talking like a pair of old friends.
"But it's only been a few months, so why do I feel like a long time has passed?"
"There are so many things that have happened during this period, so many that perhaps we cannot experience them in a lifetime, so many that we feel that time has become very long."
Fang Fan let out an inexplicable emotion.
In a flash, more than half a year has passed, but the impression before the end is still blurry.
What was I doing half a year ago?
The two of them were like 180-year-old old men, sighing one after another. While sighing, they exchanged a few words silently. In the end, both of them rolled their eyes helplessly.
"Why is this damn old fox so tight-lipped?"*2
While the two were chatting, Fang Fan felt Yuan Shao's eyes glance over him more than once, but Fang Fan ignored him and continued chatting with Sun Jun.
At the same time, one after another lords came up from the foot of the mountain, each sitting on the seat they thought was appropriate according to their own position.
During this process, Yan Liang did not come up, but kept greeting the lords below and fending off some unqualified lords.
Naturally, he had a list in his mind, and among those on the list, he did not show any impoliteness at all, and performed the due etiquette.
And slowly, all the eighteen seats on the top of the mountain were filled. These eighteen lords may be called the eighteen princes!
Fang Fan glanced over them one by one, occasionally looking at people and nodding slightly.
Every time he saw someone, Li Yang would whisper his name in Fang Fan's ear.
Celebrities such as Yuan Shao, Yuan Shu, Kong Rong, and Wang Kuang all came.
Hey, wait a minute, is this a big-eared Liu?
Fang Fan's eyes suddenly locked on the lord in the eleventh seat. The man seemed to have noticed Method 2's attention, turned his head, looked at Fang Fan, showed a gentle smile on his face, and nodded towards Fang Fan.
Fang Fan nodded in response, but his eyes shifted behind Liu Bei, who had big ears and long arms.
There were five people standing behind him, three of them seemed to be just ordinary guards, but the other two were unusual.
One has a dark face and a beard, holding an iron spear in his hand. The iron spear is made of two fine irons twisted together, as thick as a child's arm. At the top of the iron spear, the two fine irons bifurcate to form two sharp blades.
, like a snake.
A man with a ruddy face and a thick beard as long as the palm of his hand. He is tall and tall. In his hand is a long knife. The iron handle is about twice the length of the blade. It is a weapon for horse fighting. Maybe it can be called with a more fantasy name.
Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
Zhang Yide, Guan Yunchang!
After gathering his thoughts, he continued to look over. The person sitting in the tenth seat aroused Fang Fan's interest again.
This man was holding a brass-colored ancient sword, his face was rough and heroic, and his eyes were bright, revealing a bit of domineeringness.
For some reason, Fang Fan always felt that he shouldn't use the Gudian sword. Perhaps a heavy weapon like Fang Tian's painted halberd would be more suitable for him.
Li Yang also followed Fang Fan's line of sight and saw him, leaned over and whispered.
"Sun Ce."
"Hmm? Sun Ce? Where's his dad? Wasn't his dad here in history?"
"I don't know. I haven't seen Sun Jian, only Sun Ce and his sister Sun Shangxiang."
"Little Overlord Sun Ce."
Fang Fan murmured, his eyes swept over, and he was suddenly startled. He spotted a slim body from the corner of his eye.
Turning his eyes over, he saw a heroic woman wearing leather armor and a scimitar at her waist standing behind Sun Ce.
This woman's skin was as smooth as gelatin, and her fine burgundy leather armor perfectly showed off her body, which was uneven.
Paired with a pair of raised sword eyebrows, he looked full of heroism and gave Fang Fan a different feeling in his heart.
At this moment, Fang Fan's ordinary heart was filled with waves, and he could not calm down for a long time.
"She is Sun Shangxiang."
Li Yang's voice rang in his ears, Fang Fan nodded slightly and murmured.
"Sun Shangxiang..."
But at this moment, Fang Fan suddenly felt a burning gaze, turned his head, and was shocked to find Sun Ce's eyes wide open, glaring fiercely at Fang Fan.
At the same time, the burly figure who was sitting in his seat moved a few times to block Sun Shangxiang from behind, and then continued to glare at Fang Fan.
Seeing this, Fang Fan smiled and opened his mouth. He didn't make a sound, he just made a mouth gesture.
