Chapter 442 My name, the oracle of the Pope, besiege Yan Anqing!
Yao Yanfu looked at Yan Anqing for a while, then suddenly came back to her senses, her face turned crimson, she lifted her hair from her temples, and said in a sincere tone: "The saint had a disciple named Baili Miao. He did good deeds, and the country followed
The rules required him to reward him, but he refused to accept it. After he returned, he was criticized by the saint, saying that this was Bailimiao's behavior and that he was ruining the country's morale."
"Because he does not accept rewards from the state, other people are too embarrassed to accept rewards after they have done good deeds. As time goes by, no one is willing to do good deeds anymore."
"Isn't your current situation the same as Bailimiao's?"
As soon as Yao Yanfu said this, many small leaders immediately seconded the proposal and expressed that Yan Anqing should be the leader of the Xuan Rescue Army. They all surrendered happily.
Yan Anqing frowned.
To be honest, the position of the leader of the Xuanjiu Army, with less power and heavy responsibilities, is not as good as the leisure I have now.
He originally planned to go to Western white society to obtain information, kill masters, and break through after the development of the Xuanjiu Army was on the right track.
If you become the leader of the Xuan Rescue Army, you will not have freedom.
In the past month, Yan Anqing has been gentle and gentle at home, as friendly as a humble gentleman, but he has been extremely arrogant and domineering externally. He has killed countless white officers and martial arts masters!
The arrogance system also promoted his strength to the late fourth level. At the same time, it also rewarded him with many languages, allowing him to communicate freely with white people and black people.
"I can't be a leader."
Yan Anqing sighed: "I'm afraid you don't know my true identity."
"Originally, I wanted to hide it for a while, but now that I'm open to it, I probably have to leave."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expressions froze.
Hua Kaige was the first to speak: "Comrade Yan, we know that you are of noble birth, and you are probably a concubine of the Daxuan royal family, with a bit of royal bloodline, but no one cares about this! We don't care about status or blood!
"
Yao Yanfu also agreed: "That's right, let alone the bastard, even if he is a direct descendant of the Xuan Dynasty, there is also a ninth prince. Although the ninth prince may be taking the blame for his deeds, he is also ideologically aware."
Everyone warned Yan Anqing one after another.
Yan Anqing remained silent.
After a moment, he said in a faint tone: "Do you know what the name of the Ninth Prince is?"
Everyone was stunned.
A strange atmosphere filled the courtyard.
Could it be...
"You...you..."
Yao Yanfu's beautiful eyes widened and she looked at Yan Anqing in disbelief.
The other party doesn't have the temper of a pampered young man at all. He even washes clothes and cooks by himself, and refuses the overtures of many female colleagues. How could he be the legendary Ninth Prince? How does he look like a prince!
"That's right."
Yan Anqing smiled sarcastically: "I am the ninth prince of the Xuan Dynasty, Yan Anqing."
"I killed the emperor, and I also killed Saxton."
"To be honest, Saxton is worthy of his name and can indeed be called the number one genius."
"I tried my best, but he actually blocked my move before he was killed."
"Give him ten years and he will definitely dominate the world."
"What a pity...a dead genius can no longer be called a genius."
The amount of information in these words was too great, and everyone's brains were bombarded and they were a little overwhelmed.
However, no matter how you listen to it, you think this is showing off, right?
Speaking of which, the Ninth Prince is several years younger than Saxton...
"I have a proposal."
Yan Anqing smiled: "There are no ambitious people in our Xuan Army, so the Council of Elders system can be used directly."
"At least, until the rescue of Xuan is successful, this system will not decay."
"How about the five of you becoming the first veterans of the Xuan Salvation Army, and you will be re-elected every four years from now on?"
"Of course, this is just a suggestion and has no other meaning."
"You guys have pure ideas, sufficient qualifications and achievements, and are not greedy for power. You are the best candidates."
"As for whether to implement it or not, it depends on you."
As Yan Anqing spoke, he quickly walked to the entrance of the courtyard and said without looking back: "Now, I am going deep behind the enemy lines to check the information and intelligence of the white people's country, and to spy on the news. As the saying goes, only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you survive a hundred battles."
"There is no one in the Xuan Rescue Army who is more qualified to do this job than me."
Yao Yanfu, Hua Kaige and others wanted to stay, but they couldn't keep up with Yan Anqing and could only watch him leave.
…
Half a month later, in the small town of Luoye on the customs border of the Xuan Dynasty.
A group of white soldiers in armor were patrolling, as if they were inspecting their own territory.
Lattimore Clark was sitting on the purple-blooded horse, with no armor on his body, and even his upper body was naked as if it were made of fine iron.
His chest and abdominal muscles were like armor made of white steel, shining with the color of metal plates under the sunlight.
"Yan Anqing... Damn it, since this guy is really that strong? Even the army can't surround him, so we have to use experts to surround him?"
Originally, Yan Anqing killed Saxton in the Daxuan Palace, shocking the world, but Lattimore Clark only felt that it was Yan Anqing's opportunism and some conspiracy, and his real strength must not be as good as Saxton.
But recently, the constant bad news coming from the Lakma Empire made Lattimore Clark really pay attention to the Ninth Prince Yan Anqing, whom he regarded as a despicable villain.
"Kill the great swordsman Nixon head-on, the heavy hammer knight Thor, the double-sword master Chapman... These are all strong men who reached the fourth level many years ago. Even if I want to take them down,
It’s not easy either.”
Whether it is martial arts, Taoism, or magic, it is not recommended to practice anything before the age of sixteen, because when a person is sixteen, his muscles, bones, and spirit are truly strong, and it is not easy for him to become a cripple during practice.
Saxton is young and is only one step away from the third level. He only has a few years of real cultivation time. If he is given another ten years, maybe he can reach the fifth level and the sixth level.
That's why he was hailed as the number one genius.
But such a person could be killed by his younger Yan Anqing in two moves.
Compared with Yan Anqing's achievements, Saxton is like a local chicken and a dog, not worth mentioning.
"Damn it! This genius must be destroyed!"
Lattimore Clark gritted his teeth, his expression ferocious and twisted.
He took out a piece of parchment from the storage bag.
This is the papal oracle.
Just one sentence...
"Kill the demon Yan Anqing!"
Although the three white empires conquered each other, they would always give the Pope a face.
No why.
Just because this guy is a seventh-level powerful monster who has been living since more than three thousand years ago!
Lattimore Clark was fighting in Daxuan, but he also wanted to receive the Pope's Oracle and returned home to join forces with other powerful men to encircle and suppress Yan Anqing.
He is still a bit racist.
What really matters to Lattimore Clark is not Yan Anqing's strength, but his talent and potential.
If you let the other party continue to grow, I'm afraid you won't be able to deal with it anymore!