Chapter 1200 Harvest (Part 2)(1)

But Elder Pan actually shook his head, "I'm not hungry, so I won't eat anymore."

But he didn't eat it, and the other swordsmen of the Pojun Academy had no expression.

The prince frowned slightly and said, "Elder Pan, man is iron and food is steel. How can you not eat?"

Elder Pan smiled and said, "We are all masters above the Shangyuan Realm. What's the big deal if we don't eat this meal?"

Prince Gan pondered and said, "But you have to face the masters of Zhenwu Realm in the Song Camp later, and you must have fought hard. If you are tired when fighting..."

He scooped the dishes in the wooden barrels and started eating them, and kept muttering: "Hey, the chef in Song Jun is really good. I'm afraid he can open an inn by himself."

There was only the sound of him having a feast in the tent.

His eating habits are completely different from his gentle appearance.

Seeing him like this, some swordsmen couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

A master with advanced cultivation is far more hungry than ordinary people, but if you are empty, it will always feel bad.

A swordsman walked to the wooden barrel and said, "Then I'll eat something too."

Then immediately a few more swordsmen stood up.

These meals tasted really good.

"If you have a stomach full, it will be really unfavorable to fight with those masters of Song State later."

After a while, even Elder Pan stood up.

He didn't eat before, probably because it was just food in the Song army camp. As the elder of the academy, even if he went to the army to fight, he would have a lot of fish and meat every meal.

Now seeing the prince eating so well, he obviously was also in a state of mind. He only found such a way out for himself by hindering his face.

The prince didn't say anything, but said repeatedly: "Elder Pan's words are very true. This is related to the military and national affairs of our dynasty!"

The swordsmen next to them all nodded.

Everyone could see that Elder Pan was looking for a way for him, but he was the person with the highest cultivation level among the people, so he had to give this level to him.

Seeing everyone like this, Elder Pan naturally had no psychological pressure.

More than a dozen people in the tent were feasting on their rice bowls.

Only the prince dried out, no one knew that the ingredients were added to these meals.

After about ten minutes, everyone had eaten almost the same food. Prince Gan suddenly fell.

He lay straight on the desk.

The swordsmen of the Pojun Academy were afraid that the Yao Jin had not yet come up, so they quickly shook the prince and said, "General Wang! General Wang!"

This is naturally something that the prince can't wake up.

The faces of the swordsmen in the tent changed slightly.

Then, someone shook his head slightly and said with a slight panic: "There is medicine in this dish!"

After saying that, he quickly sat cross-legged, trying to use his energy to remove the power of the medicine.

Elder Pan and others all changed their faces again.

Then in just a few dozen seconds, the swordsmen in Shangyuan Realm felt a little uncomfortable.

This was naturally enough to make them believe that the dish was drugged by Song Jun.

Everyone was sitting cross-legged and healing their injuries.

Although Elder Pan and other swordsmen in Zhenwu realm were extremely resistant, they did not dare to neglect the medicine at this time. They all had to use their skills to eliminate the poison when they sat cross-legged.

If this is not the case, they will feel a headache if they let the effect of the medicine be completely spread.

The strong master of Zhenwu realm lies in his internal strength. In terms of physical fitness, it has not yet reached the point where he can break the common sense.

"who!"

But at this moment, there was a sudden movement outside the tent.

Someone opened the curtain and walked into the tent.

Elder Pan and others suddenly opened their eyes, with a sharp look in their eyes. But after seeing these people clearly, their faces could not stop changing drastically.

The people who came were Hong Wutian, Mrs. Xu, Tie Liduan, Jian Shisi and others.

Elder Pan and the four masters of the True Martial Realm have fought with them, so of course they can recognize them.

Hong Wutian's face turned cold and he just yelled softly: "Do it!"

He, Mrs. Xu, Tie Liduan, Jian Sisi, Tie Tiger, and Lone Wolf, a total of six people. They either had bare hands or had their weapons to kill everyone in the tent.

A swordsman in Shangyuan Realm who was very close to the door of the tent had not had time to stand up, was swept by Jian Shisi.

He was a little dizzy in his head, and only saw a sword light passing by in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, the world turned completely dark.

A head is thrown away.

Hong Wutian's eighteen palms of dragons opened and closed, and two dragon-shaped palms swept across the tent.

The tent swayed violently in an instant and then collapsed.

There are two swordsmen in the Shangyuan Realm who are covered in blood and blood in the palm force.

Mrs. Xu, Tieliduan and others all made some achievements.

With their Zhenwu Realm's strength, they are already much stronger than these Shangyuan Realm's swordsmen. What's more, they were surprised.

The tent collapsed.

A dozen figures soared into the sky.

These swordsmen finally came to their senses completely.

After using sword energy to tear the curtains of the tent, their faces were still panicked.

At this time, they were all poisoned, but they had no time to use their power to resist. At this time, they seemed to be in a state of death but no life.

No one had the intention to fight with Hong Wutian and the others, and they just hurriedly rushed out of the military camp.

Unfortunately, at the moment the tent collapsed, after the tent not far away, many soldiers of the Song Dynasty holding the Shenlong gun were already exposed.

"Calling fire!"

Only such shouts could be heard.

In an instant, countless bullets shot at the swordsmen of the Pojun Academy who had just jumped out.

A swordsman was shot, his figure stopped in the air, and then fell downwards.

Hong Wutian and others tore up the curtains of the tent, but they did not scoop up. At this moment, they just looked up.

Screams broke out in the air.

Five True Martial Realms and Ten Shangyuan Realms. In this combination, one should have the strength to face tens of thousands of troops, but at this moment, he has become a lamb.

This is not just the Chinese medicine they all have, but more importantly, they are facing the special forces of the Song Dynasty and the Shenlong Gun.

Of course, the most important thing is that they were not prepared at all. They rushed into the air, which was no different from seeking death.

After two waves of gunfire fell, only four swordsmen hurriedly landed.

Elder Pan also has three other Zhenwu realm swordsmen.

Just now, the gunshots were killed, and even the masters of the True Martial Realm were shot to death.

In the past, he was almost invincible in the world. His reputation alone could make people worship him. At this moment, he seemed less valuable.

Facing the dense volley of the Song Dynasty's special forces soldiers like spiders' webs, their flesh and blood were simply irresistible.

The body-protecting energy can withstand arrows, but cannot withstand the Shenlong gun.

And just by speed, let alone Shangyuan Realm, how many bullets can a strong man in the True Martial Realm dodge?
Chapter completed!