Chapter 609: Use Whatever Means Necessary

The sound echoed in the air for a long time before dissipating.

Ye Fan didn't speak, and was slightly stunned. For a while, he just smiled, and then continued to lean on the big stone casually, as if enjoying the silence of the night.

Snap, snap.

Late at night, footsteps sounded again. Ye Fan opened his eyes and it was Ye Mou who had arrived.

"It's a very strong king level." Before Ye Fan could speak, Ye Mou took the lead and said, "I killed his beast, but was trapped in his domain and it took a long time."

"It's okay." Ye Fan replied, slightly impressed: "It sounds like my uncle's strength is close to that of a top king."

"I can transform into a dragon. Ordinary kings are no match for me." Ye Mou nodded, slightly worried: "There are other people in your camp. Are you in danger after I leave?"

"It's okay." Ye Fan shook his head and told what happened in a few sentences.

"Fortunately, there was no danger." After hearing what happened, Ye Mou breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "But the relationship between us and King Zhao has been forged."

"It was already formed when I decided to take Canglan City." Ye Fan said: "We are in Nanchuan, and we are far apart from him. We are enemies at this time, so there is not much worry."

"It will be troublesome in the future." Ye Mou said, frowning a little: "Young King Feng, you are too popular. After this trip, Nanchuan will probably attract a lot of bad looks."

"Just blind them." Ye Fan said coldly: "Many of the heroes at this time are just trying to gain the upper hand, and not many have real strength."

"As long as you chew up a few beetles, there won't be any problem."

"Okay." After hearing this, Ye Mou felt relieved. Seeing that Ye Fan had no intention of leaving, he meditated and rested.

After a while, huge energy and blood began to surge around. It was Ye Mou who was practicing the Nine Transformations of the True Dragon given by Ye Fan.

"It is indeed the most advanced breathing method of Dragon Eyes." Ye Fan looked on and couldn't help but admire it.

Ye Fan didn't know much about Ye Mou's combat power, but he could vaguely guess a thing or two, and he estimated that he was at the level of a top king.

After reaching the king level, the division of realms is very vague, but based on actual combat power, there are roughly three divisions: ordinary king level, first-line king level, and top king level.

It goes without saying that the King of the North, the King of Life, is a top king, but he has been immersed in the King level for decades before reaching it. Ye Mou broke through the King level and reached a similar level in just a few years, with the Dragon Eye bloodline and the Nine Transformations of the True Dragon. Indispensable contribution.

The bloodline of the relic can reach the king level. Generally speaking, it is at least the first-line king level. The stronger the bloodline, the stronger it will be after the breakthrough.

"You have to reach the king level before you can let go." His thoughts were swaying, and Ye Fan thought of the scene during the day. Although he didn't care about the shame of being bullied, there was still a cold light in his eyes.

"It's not like you could come up with such a sinister plan."

…

"Dali, this traitor, turned against me at this time!"

King Zhao's tent, at this moment, Zhao Gao was still in anger and smashed many things in the tent to pieces.

There were many maids in the camp, all hiding in the corners of the room, watching Zhao Gao getting angry. No one dared to speak or come forward.

"My lord, Mr. Dali is too kind, and more importantly, King Ye is too cunning to seize this point." Lingshan spoke at the door of the camp. He is a smart man, and in a few words, he changed the focus of the matter: "Our little Seeing this young hero’s ability to control people’s hearts.”

"It's not that strength is too weak!" Zhao Gao scolded: "Today's matter is already a certainty. As long as the tent is opened, Ye Tiangong will be a lustful person who covets other people's wives from now on. He can also use this matter to do evil things. Beat the King of the North hard! His weakness actually put me on the grill!"

"In such a scene, with all the heroes present, where should I put my face, Zhao Gao? For a woman to do this, where should he put the kindness he has given me in raising me for decades?"

"Fourth generation and three kings, my lord's face will always be there, and he will not be damaged by such a trivial matter." Seeing that the dissuasion seemed to be ineffective, Lingshan also had a headache, "Strategies have successes and failures. This time it did not succeed. Next time We can still target him once."

"That's easy to say. He's not your son, and he's not your face." Zhao Gao was still angry and replied. He sat down and grabbed a maid with an angry look.

The maid was obviously in pain, but she was afraid of King Zhao's majesty and did not dare to say anything. Her body could not stop shaking. At the same time, she had to pretend to cater to him.

Seeing such a scene, Lingshan didn't say anything anymore and waited quietly for a while. He found that Zhao Gao was still venting and could only sigh inaudibly.

"My lord, if your anger hurts your health, Lingshan will retreat first."

After saying this, Lingshan bent down and retreated out of the camp, while Zhao Gao just played with the maid, as if he didn't notice Lingshan's departure at all.

Snap, snap.

It was very late when he came out. Walking among the densely packed tents, Lingshan's face became a little depressed.

He also felt a little uncomfortable when the plan failed. What's more, the reason for the failure was that Zhuge Li, who was valued by him, turned his back on the battle.

Counselors have a long-term vision. After this incident, Zhuge Li will never gain Zhao Gao's trust again, let alone succeed him in the future.

"Can a woman really compare to her own future and ideals?"

Not long after, Lingshan returned to his tent. He asked a question after he entered the door. In his mind, Zhuge Li's resolute appearance in front of the tent emerged.

"Of course a woman can't compare to him." A sudden voice sounded in the corner of the tent, "But for some people, sticking to feelings and morality is one of their ideals."

"Who!" This strange voice suddenly made Lingshan startled. He subconsciously wanted to leave the room, but just as he stepped back, a cold weapon pressed against his waist.

"Sit down." The cold command was issued, and the cold wind seemed to sweep through the tent.

Lingshan had some cold sweat on his body, but in the end, he sat down.

Wow.

In the tent, the lights were lit at this moment. The next moment, looking at the person who appeared in front of him, Lingshan was shocked.

"Lord Ye?"

"Why, are you surprised to see me?" It was Ye Fan who appeared. At this moment, looking at the surprised Lingshan, his face was cold: "You can send people to my tent quietly, do you think I can't use the same method to your tent?"

"Lord Ye is joking." Looking at the blood-red long sword in Ye Fan's hand, Lingshan's brain was working rapidly, and a forced smile appeared on his face: "We have never sent anyone to your tent, but Lord Ye visited late at night. If King Zhao knew, he would be shocked."

"You can tell him." Ye Fan naturally heard the threat in Lingshan's words, and replied casually, and then said: "Did you come up with the idea of ​​letting Zhuge Li frame me?"

"What idea..."

Zheng!

Lingshan wanted to play dumb, but when the words came to his lips, the blood sword suddenly shot at him, which made his pupils shrink instantly, and he subconsciously tilted his head, but then the blood sword cut his cheek and stabbed into the ground behind him from top to bottom.

"Does Ye Wang really want to kill me?" Blood flowed from his face, and Lingshan was in a state of panic. If he hadn't dodged subconsciously, the blood sword would have pierced his head.

"Guess." Ye Fan said calmly: "I'll ask again, who came up with the idea?"

"Yes, it was me." Lingshan had to admit it as the shadow of death loomed.

"You are Zhao Gao's military advisor, right?" Ye Fan continued, looking at Lingshan: "Have you made any achievements?"

"Some." Lingshan answered with a stiff face: "I have followed King Zhao for many years and am his chief military advisor. Over the years, I have helped King Zhao plan some things. I have been responsible for the layout of many places."

"That's it." Hearing this, Ye Fan nodded slightly, as if he understood, "I was wondering how Zhao Gao, that drunkard, could take over the Zhao family's business."

"So it's your credit."

"No, I just participated..." Hearing something wrong in Ye Fan's words, Lingshan hurriedly answered, but when he spoke, he saw Ye Fan took out an exaggerated heavy sword, and his heart immediately chilled.

"King Ye, you are too unscrupulous to kill me! If King Zhao knew, he would not let you go!"

"It's right for me to do whatever it takes to get along with people like you." At this time, Ye Fan finally laughed, but the laughter was cold, as if it came from hell.

"As for the King of Zhao? Don't worry, without you, he is nothing but a drunkard."