Confucian camp.

Li Ziye looked at the row of people in front of him angrily, wishing he could kill these guys with his sword.

Unfortunately, he couldn't defeat any of them.

"Brother Li, come on, you can do it."

Wen Xiuru, who prides himself on being the most kind-hearted person, said calmly while eating.

"Just wait, when I break through to the third level, or practice the sixth form of the Flying Immortal Technique, I will definitely make you look good!"

Li Ziye gritted his teeth and said harshly.

"Oh, I'm so scared. When you master this sixth form or break through to the third realm, let me think about it, what realm are we in? Late third realm, or fourth realm?"

Because he almost fell into trouble, Bai Wangyu, who had not been in a good mood for the past few days, responded with a smile, looked at the junior brother aside, and deliberately asked, "Xiu Ru, how many channels do you have? Look.

Let’s see if some people can catch up.”

"Seven meridians."

Wen Xiuru said with a face of shame, "Not as good as senior brother."

"Buddha, how about you?"

Bai Wangyu moved his gaze and asked again.

"Eight meridians."

Sanzang's mouth was stuffed, and his fair little face looked like a bun at this moment.

"Your Highness, there is no need to ask."

Bai Wangyu smiled and said, "It must be the eight meridians."

"Um."

Mu Bai responded calmly.

In front, Li Ziye was so angry that he almost vomited blood as he listened to the four people singing in harmony.

"Chang Yu."

At this time, Chang Yu walked by, and Wen Xiuru, the most kind-hearted person, immediately shouted and asked, "How many lines do all the disciples of the Confucian sect come from?"

"The six meridians start."

Chang Yu stopped and asked curiously, "Second Senior Brother, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, just go about your business."

Wen Xiuru smiled.

"oh."

Chang Yu left with a puzzled look.

"you!"

Ahead, Li Ziye was clutching his chest, his face red and neck thick with anger, so irritating!

They are all bad people!

"Li Jiaoxi, the Master of Dharma and Confucianism is looking for you."

From behind, the voice of a Confucian disciple sounded.

"If you don't go, you'll feel bad!"

Li Ziye didn't even turn his head and just spat out one sentence.

"Little guy, your wings are really hard. Even if the master comes to see you, you dare not go."

Behind the Confucian disciple who was delivering the message, Chen Qiaoer stepped forward and said with a half-smile.

Li Ziye stiffened, turned around and saw the person coming, a flattering smile appeared on his face and said, "Sister Qiao'er, why are you here."

"If I don't come, can others invite you?"

Chen Qiaoer said lightly.

"No way, I'm getting ready to go!"

Li Ziye said something, pointed to the four people in front, and said aggrievedly, "Sister Qiao'er, Little Red Riding Hood and the others just laughed at me."

"Who can laugh at you with that mouth of yours? Come on, the Master is still waiting."

Chen Qiaoer stretched out his hand and pulled the young man in front of him, like dragging a pig, toward the Sifang Camp in the distance.

Innate divine power, fully demonstrated.

Li Ziye staggered as he was dragged and almost fell to the ground.

"Sister Qiao'er, please slow down, I can walk by myself!"

The sound of Li Ziye's struggle gradually faded away, so pitiful.

Among the four forces, there are heavy troops stationed in huge tents.

The three princes from the eight tribes in Mobei and the leaders of all parties arrived together, and the atmosphere was solemn.

Not long after, Chen Qiaoer dragged Li Ziye into the tent.

"Master, the people have arrived."

Chen Qiaoer said.

Everyone looked at the young man who was dragged in by Chen Qiaoer, with strange expressions on their faces.

Is it this kid?

The leaders of all parties were surprised. No one thought that the person who calculated the location of the oil reservoir would be this guy.

When Li Ziye saw everyone's gazes, a shy look appeared on his face.

Why do you look at others like this? I feel so embarrassed.

"Come here, kid. The princes and Rongnu archbishops have something to ask you."

Faru opened his mouth and called out.

"yes!"

Li Ziye responded, stepped forward, glanced at everyone present, and grinned, his smile was so friendly.

"Professor Li."

Opposite the seat, Lord Helan touched the ring on his left hand and asked, "How sure are you about the location of the oil reservoir?"

"Fifty percent."

Li Ziye responded casually.

When everyone heard this, they all frowned and looked at Fa Ru subconsciously. Didn't they say that this matter is certain?

"Boy, speak up!"

Fa Ru felt the questioning eyes of everyone and scolded softly.

Li Ziye looked innocent and said, "I have said before that the oil reservoir must be at the location I marked. If they still doubt it, what's the difference between 50% and 100% if I say it."

Everyone in the tent looked at each other and nodded one after another.

It seems that there is no problem.

"Now, there is a plan for everyone to consider."

Lord Helan twirled the ring on his finger and said calmly, "Faru, Master Fahai and Archbishop Rongnu will be responsible for leading out and holding back the Demon Clan Goddess and the Water Mirror Demon Emperor, while Professor Chen Qiaoer and Lord Bai Di will take the opportunity.

Before studying with Professor Li

Go to the location of the oil reservoir, ignite the oil reservoir, and destroy the demon clan's nest in one fell swoop. Our army from the Eight Divisions of Mobei is on standby in the stronghold of the Polar Night World. Once you succeed, immediately send troops to completely wipe out all the monsters.

monster."

Having said this, Lord Helan glanced at everyone present and said seriously, "The key to this plan is how to attract the demon goddess and the water mirror demon emperor. In addition, the location and scale of the oil reservoir are enough to destroy the demons."

The clan’s nest.”

After hearing Lord Helan's question, everyone showed a look of thinking on their faces. The strategy was good, but these two issues cannot be ignored.

The leaders of all parties remained silent, and Li Ziye looked as if the matter had nothing to do with him. Anyway, he would not interfere in this kind of taking the blame if he could.

If you win, you won't make any profit; if you lose, you will lose blood.

"Professor Li, do you have any suggestions?"

Lord Helan looked at the young man in front of him and asked proactively.

In normal meetings, this guy talks a lot, but now that I'm asked to give my opinions, he doesn't even say a word.

"No."

Li Ziye responded simply.
To be continued...