After Zhou Yuan was dragged into his own residence, Yun Liu looked at Zhou Yuan's entourage with sharp eyes, "Go and get a basin of ice water."

The follower looked at Zhou Yuan who was unconscious on the ground thoughtfully, his heart trembled, and finally he replied submissively, "Yes".

After a while, the man brought back a basin of cold water. Yun Liu took it without saying a word and threw it on Zhou Yuan's face.

Zhou Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, moaned in pain, and found where he was difficult to see where he was. He swept around and saw his entourage moving his lips slightly, obviously trying to say something.

But before any sound was made, Yun Liu heard him speak slowly, "A quarter of an hour has passed, we haven't seen the military talisman yet. It seems that you want to continue to be cut off."

"No...no, I...I'll give it."

Zhou Yuan was playing tricks, so he quickly told him where he hid his military talisman.

I went to Eleven and took it out and handed it to Mo Yunjing.

Mo Yunjing looked at the military talisman, and after confirming that it was true, he threw it to Yun Liu, "Go and summon the soldiers."

Yun Liu nodded slightly, "Yes."

Holding the military fu Yunliu, he asked several Zhou Yuan's entourage to follow him.

Mo Yunjing also turned around and walked out, dragging Zhou Yuan to follow eleven.

Zhou Yuan, who had left the tent, felt the air conditioner suddenly penetrated into his chest, tying his internal organs, making him unable to feel whether it was the inside that was so cold or the outside that the wound was hurt.

After a while, Mo Yunjing stood straight on the platform, and Eleven stood aside, and there was a humming Zhou Yuan lying at Eleven's feet.

Zhou Yuan was in pain and kept begging Eleven to find a doctor in the army to treat him, but Eleven was expressionless and turned a deaf ear to Zhou Yuan's begging for mercy.

Yun Liu took the military talisman and went to find the deputy generals. Soon they appeared in the square. Looking at the scene on the platform, everyone felt sighing.

How did General Zhou, who had always been arrogant, become like this?

One of those deputy generals was Zhou Yuan’s brother-in-law Wang Xing.

Wang Xing's temperament is almost the same as Zhou Yuan, and he is arrogant and domineering. Wang Xing knew very clearly that he could dominate the army because Zhou Yuan was his brother-in-law.

So after seeing Zhou Yuan become like this, he rushed up immediately and shouted, "Doctor, where is the doctor? Go and call the doctor."

While he was talking, he approached Zhou Yuan, but before he could bend down to help Zhou Yuan up, Eleven had already put out his palm and slapped him hard on the chest. Wang Xing flew out in an instant.

When the soldiers below saw that their generals were beaten, they drew out the swords in their hands and pointed at the platform.

Yun Liu glanced at them, then used his light skills to fly up to the high platform, and stood beside Mo Yunjing.

Thousands of people brought by Mo Yunjing stood straight off the stage, each with expressionless expression on their faces, but their standing posture was very different from those soldiers in Youlan City, and I don’t know how many people they won in terms of momentum.

Seeing that all his people drew their swords, Wang Xing quickly thought about the current situation in his mind. Thinking of so many of them, Mo Yunjing only brought these few people. So what if these people are all very skilled in martial arts?

He didn't believe that they could reach thousands of people by one, so Wang Xing stood up with his chest covering his chest, stared at Mo Yunjing and others on the stage, and shouted angrily, "King of Northern Xinjiang, don't bully people too much. This is not Northern Xinjiang, and we are not people who can move as long as you want. If so...ah!"

“!!”

Before Wang Xing could finish his words, Mo Yunjing suddenly exerted his palm and accurately hit Wang Xing in the head.

When everyone saw Wang Xing's fate clearly, they all seemed to have seen some devil, showing an extremely terrifying look.

No one knows how much force the King of Northern Xinjiang used, but his palm directly made Wang Xing's head...four, five, split!
Chapter completed!