Chapter 437 Planning

"Holy Lord, if those ancient gods wake up, this starry sky may usher in a huge turmoil." Among the people, some people seemed a little worried, "It would be okay if all the gods were controlled by us, but if they were controlled by others... …”

"We only need to pay attention to the Four Saints and the Four Evils. Only with them can we have a chance to fight against Zhuzhao Youying." The man replied, seeming to be a little contemptuous, "There is nothing to worry about. It's just a word from the gods. What the gods said is Their bloodline is not their strength.”

"In the final analysis, except for those top ones, the other gods are just more powerful relics."

After hearing the sound, everyone was silent. After a while, someone spoke, but did not continue the topic, "Holy Lord, does the grandson of King Zhantian need some attention?"

"The grandson of King Zhantian..." After hearing this question, the man pondered slightly, but soon he shook his head casually, "Ye Zhantian couldn't turn the palm of my hand back then, so his grandson is nothing. "

"No need to waste your energy."

"But Holy Lord, Ye Zhantian's body has not been found yet." Someone said, but at this time, he was a little afraid, "In the battle in Windward City, the witch was still there after all. She had many methods. If Ye Zhan Tian was saved by her, and now his grandson appears again..."

Hearing the sound, the man looked at the person who spoke. There seemed to be some thought in his eyes. After a while, he nodded thoughtfully, "That makes sense, but the problem is not with this boy."

"Send some more people to the Royal City to check out the situation. It has been more than ten years. If Ye Zhantian is still alive, there is no way that there is no news at all,"

"Understood." The man under the cloak knelt down. At this time, looking at the man who stood up, he inadvertently trembled.

This trembling was noticed by the man. He just glanced at it, then frowned and said, "Jia Luo, you are injured."

"He was injured by the human king's beast. His beast has long been transcended. Although it came across, it is still extremely powerful." Jialuo responded, his voice was a little panicked, "But there is nothing wrong with me. I am still very powerful." There is also a top king level..."

"It's fine." The man interrupted Jialuo's words and waved his hand casually, "You have worked hard during this period, please take a rest."

"Holy Lord, I don't need to rest..."

"I told you to rest, then rest." The man interrupted again, but there was a hint of coldness in his tone, "I don't need you to do it for me with injuries."

The coldness in his voice was powerful. As the words came out, Jialuo's body trembled and his face darkened, as if resting was a great pain for him.

"Your body and bloodline were built by me at countless costs." The man's words sounded again, "These things do not belong to you, and you have no right to let yourself get hurt."

Next to him, several other people shrouded in cloaks also had some facial expression changes, and their bodies trembled slightly. In the end, no one spoke.

The hall was as cold as ice, and the man who stood up just looked at everyone coldly, and finally sat back on the cold throne again.

…

"It feels a lot better."

In Storm City, King Ming stood up from his seat and moved his arms. He seemed to feel much more comfortable.

"I should be able to use 60% to 70% of my power."

"King Ming's injury is caused by the conflict of blood. Now that the conflict has weakened, it will naturally be cured." On the side, Ye Fan spoke and stretched his waist.

When he came to the front line, he naturally came to King Ming. With the healing relationship, he could get some good treatment from King Ming.

And the fact is indeed the case. King Ming obviously said hello. As soon as Ye Fan and Ning Xiachuan arrived at the front line, someone was already there to support him and sent him here.

"If this continues, the treatment probably won't last long." Ming Wang Youyou said, glanced at Ye Fan, who had only a small amount of sweat on his forehead, and admired slightly, "Your strength is quite good."

"It's the elemental pot's work." Ye Fan replied, and at this time, he was a little surprised.

To show that the king is worthy of being the strongest king on the front line, his muscles and bones are as hard as steel, his inner palace is as vast as the sea, and he has the elemental pot given by King Ming. Ye Fan still needs to spend a lot of energy to treat King Ming.

Of course, Ye Fan had some reservations about this treatment. He had just arrived at the front line and was not familiar with everything yet. Prolonging the time to cure King Ming was also to give himself a buffer period.

"I rarely stay in the academy. I'm used to being outside, so I'm really not used to it." Ye Fan replied, arching his hands towards Prince Ming, "I wonder if Prince Ming has any campsites here that are suitable for me?"

"There are thousands of camps in my jurisdiction. You need to think about which one is suitable for you." Prince Ming said, thinking a little, "The place you want to go to should be the kind where you can show off your talents."

"It's best to have some challenges." Ye Fan replied.

"Then there happens to be a pretty good choice." After hearing this, King Ming agreed and took out a token at will, "Forty or fifty miles ahead of Chan City, there is a camp on the edge of the old city. There are many monster lairs around, and the captain of the camp just died in the battle last month, so it’s up to you to take over.”

"Captain of the camp?" After hearing this, Ye Fan was slightly startled.

Front camps, in layman's terms, are small towns on the front line. Some are prosperous, some are dilapidated, and some are in dangerous locations. More generally speaking, they serve as a buffer between the city and the battlefield. Most of the time, they will not encounter too many violent encounters. of monster attacks.

The existence of these characteristics is destined to determine that a camp has a lot of operability. As soon as Ming Wang opened his mouth, he promised to give him the title of camp captain, which really surprised him.

"What's wrong with the captain?" Ming Wang seemed to have no emotion, just glanced at Ye Fan, "You will need my city in the future, why, do you feel embarrassed about a camp now?"

When the teasing sounded, Ye Fan also smiled awkwardly, and then he no longer hesitated, took the token, and then saluted Ming Wang, "Thank you, Ming Wang."

Holding the token, Ye Fan stroked it. It must be said that Ming Wang's actions were quite pleasing to him. Whether it was the front-line city behind or the current camp, he wanted it very much and had no way to refuse it. The conditions were so generous that they even exceeded the seat of the captain of ten thousand men that Ning Xiachuan found.

"Nothing to thank you for." Ming Wang waved his hand and glanced at Ye Fan. He seemed to have remembered something and said, "By the way, don't use your real name on the front line. Use a code name."

"Don't use your real name?" Hearing this, Ye Fan was slightly confused, "Is anyone on the front line paying attention to me?"

"There are many people paying attention to you." Ming Wang replied helplessly, "Don't worry about it. Use a pseudonym. I will cover it for you in my territory. How about Ye Tiangong, the name you use in Nanchuan."

"How does Ming Wang know that I am called Ye Tiangong in Nanchuan." Ye Fan spoke, but he didn't argue much and nodded in agreement.

Being able to cover up a little is naturally a good thing for him.

Seeing Ye Fan agreed, Ming Wang didn't want to say more, and waved his hand, "Okay, you go to take office. If you need help with anything, come to me."

"Okay." Ye Fan responded, bowed, and then retreated.

The hall fell into silence, but after Ye Fan left, a man walked out of the darkness soon, looking at the empty door, and seemed a little confused, "King Ming, why do you use this kid so much?"

"To make a good relationship." King Ming responded, just moving his arms casually at this moment, "He is the grandson of Ye Zhantian, and Ye Mou also has high hopes for him. If he grows up in the future, he will definitely have some status on this front line."

"This doesn't seem like King Ming's idea. In the past few decades, even when King Zhantian came out of nowhere, King Ming didn't have the slightest intention of making friends." The man shook his head, his eagle eyes were a little sharp, just glanced at King Ming, seemed to see through something, and said slowly: "It seems that King Ming should have some plans."

"Do you want to use Ye Fan's hand to do something?"

"Humph." Hearing what this person said, King Ming snorted, but soon, he just shook his hand.

"Planning or something, it's boring to say it out loud."