Chapter Eight Yi Yan

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The leaders of the two parties walked under Fangshan one after another. There were camps of about forty people each, and after a distance, people from both sides stopped.

"General Iron Blood, could it be that you are the main focus of this meeting?" Princess Qianyou smiled while holding a folding fan.

The iron-blooded general looked solemn, looked at the people on the opposite side and said in a deep voice: "Fangshan's talks, the major issues of the two dynasties, how can I be the master, wait for me to come here, and then start the talks."

"Oh?" Princess Qianyou looked solemn. And the expressions of everyone behind Princess Qianyou were also solemn.

"Unexpectedly, the governor of the Dayu Dynasty would come, and Qianyou has admired it for a long time." Princess Qianyou said solemnly. There was a sincere respect in the tone.

Not only Princess Qianyou, but everyone behind Princess Qianyou showed expressions of respect.

Zhong Shan, who was in the large tent not far away, frowned at this moment.

The Great Governor of the Dayu Dynasty? What kind of person is this? Respect, yes, it is respect, and it actually makes people in the enemy court respect? How strong the personal charm of this governor should be.

Zhong Shan is clear about the strength of the Jagged General. The strong men in the fusion stage last time are all his subordinates, and they all have great confidence in the Jagged General. When Princess Qianyou faced the iron-blooded general. He still dealt with it calmly and with ease, but when he heard the name of the governor, his expression became serious.

The Great Governor of the Dayu Dynasty?

"Is the governor of the Emperor Dayu Dynasty very strong?" Nan Batian asked Shui Wuhen in a low voice.

Zhong Shan also listened carefully. Apparently, he was a little curious about the Great Governor of the Dayu Dynasty.

"The governor of the Dayu Dynasty is not strong, but he is very powerful." Shui Wuhen said.

"Huh?" Nan Batian was puzzled. Not strong? But great? What does this mean?

"The governor of the Dayu Dynasty, named 'Yi Yan', his cultivation is only in the Nascent Soul Stage, but no one can replace his position in the Dayu Dynasty. Even the prestige in the army of the Dayu Dynasty is comparable to that of the Dayu Dynasty. The emperor doesn't give in too much." Shui Wuhen explained.

"You mean, Yi Yan is only at the Nascent Soul stage?" Nan Batian looked in disbelief.

"Yes, here we come!" Shui Wuhen said, pointing to the distance.

Sure enough, under the entire Fangshan Mountain, everyone fell silent and looked at a black spot that was growing in the distance in the sky.

On the side of the Da Luo Tian Dynasty where Princess Qianyou is, they all waited quietly, and their eyes were full of respect, while almost everyone in the opposing army showed a look of admiration. , the iron-blooded general is also clenching his fists excitedly at this moment.

The black spots in the distance were getting closer and closer, and slowly, Zhong Shan saw the flying object clearly.

It is a big sedan chair. A big sedan chair like a house, sixteen bearers, each carrying a big rafter, stepped on the white clouds, and lifted the big sedan chair very carefully. Sixteen bearers, all of them were at the Nascent Soul stage. These strong men, on Sirius Island, were all master-level existences, but here they are only bearers?

Of course, Zhong Shan also knew that Yi Yan was the only one who could use a strong Nascent Soul Stage bearer.

When the bearers fly, they not only make the sedan chair stable, but also cast their own spells so that the sedan chair is shrouded in an air hood, so that the sedan chair is not blown by the strong wind, but also extremely stable.

This Yi Yan has too much style!

Slowly, the big sedan chair fell to the foot of Fangshan Mountain, in front of everyone.

The sedan chair settled down, and the sixteen bearers of the Nascent Soul stage quickly stood at the sedan door. A gesture of welcome.

Seeing the big sedan chair fall, Princess Qianyou and the others did not move, because Princess Qianyou and the others represented the Da Luo Dynasty.

The iron-blooded general ran to the sedan chair quickly. Walking in front of the sedan chair, the iron-blooded general did not lift the curtain of the sedan chair. Instead, he stood quietly in front of the sedan chair. Waiting for the car curtain to open by itself.

Zhong Shan saw from a distance that this sedan chair was extremely luxurious, that is, the top of the sedan chair was filled with huge night pearls. Zhong Shan also saw these luminous pearls at the Wushuang City Market a few days ago, and the smallest one was worth 20,000 high-grade spirit stones.

The car door is half a person's height from the ground.

"Great Governor!" The Iron-Blooded General called out in a low voice.

"Cough~~~cough cough~~~~cough~~~cough cough~~~~cough cough cough~~~~~~"

Inside the sedan chair, there was a burst of coughing. The sound was very heavy, like the voice of a terminally ill person who had been ill for many years.

"Cough~~~cough cough~~~~cough~~~cough cough~~~~cough cough cough~~~~~~"

"Cough~~~cough cough~~~~cough~~~cough cough~~~~cough cough cough~~~~~~"

Wan Jun was silent, waiting for the person in the sedan chair to cough. At this moment, no one complained at all, they all waited without complaint or regret, waiting for the cough of the person in the sedan chair.

Zhong Shan watched from the side, his eyes were full of shock, the person who coughed must be Yi Yan, but why did Yi Yan's body seem to be at its limit? On such a solemn occasion, he coughed continuously.

However, this long cough did not arouse anyone's resentment, among the group of people the Jagged General was with, everyone showed a worried look, and no one on the Da Luo Tianchao side showed a mocking look.

What a high prestige it takes to make the army wait like this.

Finally, after coughing for nearly half a stick of incense, the inside became much better.

Gently, a girl who looked like a maid raised the curtain of the sedan chair. The car door was opened wide, and then from the inside, he slowly supported a thin old man.

The old man's face was extremely haggard, but his eyes revealed a sparkle of wisdom. With the help of the maid, he walked slowly to the door of the sedan chair.

Looking at the old man in front of him, Zhong Shan showed a horrified expression. Is this Yi Yan at the Nascent Soul stage? How did you become so weak? Old and dying, dying? Even older and weaker than he was back then.

Yi Yan walked to the sedan door, but the edge of the sedan door was half a person's height from the ground, unless a stool was placed on it, it would be difficult for Yi Yan to walk down smoothly.

At this time, I saw the former iron-blooded general suddenly stepping forward, kneeling down sideways, with his head on the ground, and his back as Yi Yan's stool.

Seeing this scene, Zhong Shan was shocked, General Jagged, that is the commander of the first legion of the Dayu Dynasty, he actually made that step stool? No, this is still willing. Because of this matter, as long as the iron-blooded general has the slightest reluctance, he can use another person as a step stool, but the iron-blooded general kneels without complaint or regret, and is so willing to let this old and dying Yi Yan step on his foot Slowly walk down the back.

Yi Yan staggered down on the Iron-Blooded General, the servant girl didn't dare to step on the Iron-Blooded General, but the servant girl Takong supported Yi Yan, and it could be seen that this maidservant was at least in the Nascent Soul stage.

Yi Yan got out of the sedan chair, and the gentle wind blew towards Yi Yan gently. His thin body was in the gentle wind, as if it was about to be blown down at any time. The maid held Yi Yan tightly.

Gently. Yi Yan put aside the maid's hand, stood alone in the wind, and looked around.

Seeing that Yi Yan refused to help, the servant girl could only stand behind respectfully.

The Jagged General stood up quickly, not paying any attention to the dust on his knees, as if he didn't notice it, he quickly bowed to Yi Yan and said, "Meet the Governor."

"Greetings to the Great Governor" All the officers and soldiers of Emperor Dayu paid respectful respect. All from the heart, no one hesitated.

And Yi Yan just nodded slightly.

Slowly, he walked towards the place where Princess Qianyou and the others were at the foot of Fangshan Mountain.

"I met Mr. Yi Yan." Princess Qianyou said.

"Well, Princess Qianyou, I have admired her name for a long time." Yi Yan also smiled slightly.

"The younger generation dare not, it is a great honor for the senior to be able to come to the Fangshan meeting today." Princess Qianyou said.

"Princess Qianyou is polite, please!" Yi Yan said softly, and made a gesture of please.

"Please" Princess Qianyou also immediately made a gesture of invitation.

Then, Princess Qianyou and Yi Yan walked in the front, and the heads of both parties followed respectfully.

Yi Yan walked very slowly and with great difficulty, as if he could not wait to climb a mountain, but Yi Yan never let anyone help him, but insisted on walking. Everyone behind him waited respectfully, no one showed any impatience. Because he is Yi Yan.

The 300-meter-high Fangshan Mountain, everyone climbed half a stick of incense, but no one was impatient.

Above Fangshan, Zhong Shan could no longer see the figures of the people above from this angle, but Zhong Shan's heart was full of huge waves.

Yi Yan? What kind of person is this?

Nan Batian next to him also opened his mouth and looked at him with an incredulous expression on his face. How could there be such a person? Is it too exaggerated?

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The tent where Zhong Shan is located is in another tent not far away.

There were three people standing in the tent, and one person was kneeling. The one kneeling down was Mo Yanbing's subordinate Xiaosan, and one of the three standing was Mo Yanbing.

Mo Yanbing looked at the mistress in front of him, with a flash of joy in his eyes.

"Young Master, that Zhong Shan. The tent on the left, I saw with my own eyes just now." Xiao San respectfully said.

"Okay, since it's delivered to your door, then watch it carefully. When Fang Shan's meeting is over, see how I deal with him." Mo Yanbing said in a deep voice.

"Master, what about Shui Wuhen? He might intervene." Xiaosan said with a hint of worry.

"Well, I'm going to trouble you two." Mo Yanbing looked at the two people beside him and smiled.

"Brother Mo, you're being polite. With the two of us, we can definitely stop Shui Wuhen. He didn't dare to kill us. I'm just curious. How did that Zhong Shan offend Brother Mo?" Mo Yanbing A person next to him wondered.

Looking at that man, Mo Yanbing frowned, apparently the last time was too embarrassing to say it out loud.

"You two, I don't want to bring up the matter of that day." Mo Yanbing shook his head and said.

Looking at Mo Yanbing, the two of them knew they couldn't ask any more questions, so they nodded, and one of them said, "Brother Mo, don't worry."

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