Chapter 609: By any 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, and no one dared to 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 I 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.

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

After saying this, Lingshan bowed 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, and after entering the door, he asked himself a question. In his mind, Zhuge Li's seemingly determined look in front of the tent emerged.

"Of course a woman can't compare." A sudden voice sounded from the corner of the camp, "But for some people, persistence in emotions and morality is one of their ideals."

"Who!" This unfamiliar voice suddenly made Lingshan tremble. He subconsciously wanted to exit the door, but just as he stepped back, a cold sharp weapon pressed against his waist.

"Sit down." A cold command came out, and a cold wind seemed to sweep through the tent.

Lingshan felt a little cold sweat, but finally sat down.

Wow.

In the camp, the lights were lit at this moment, and the next moment, Lingshan was shocked when he saw the person appearing in front of him.

"King Ye?"

"Why, you are surprised to see me?" It was Ye Fan who appeared. At this time, looking at the surprised Lingshan, his face was cold: "You can send people to my camp quietly, you think Can’t I come to your camp in the same way?”

"King Ye is joking." Looking at the blood-red sword in Ye Fan's hand, Lingshan's brain was running rapidly, with a forced smile on his face: "We have never sent anyone to your camp, but King Ye came to visit late at night. If King Zhao will be shocked if he knows."

"You can tell him." Ye Fan naturally heard the threat in Lingshan's words, and replied casually, and then said: "Is it your idea to let Zhuge Li frame me?"

"What's the idea..."

Zheng!

Lingshan wanted to pretend to be dumbfounded, but as he spoke, the blood sword suddenly shot out, which made his pupils shrink instantly and he subconsciously tilted his head. But then, the blood sword cut his cheek, and it shot from the top. The lower one was inserted into the ground behind him.

"King Ye really wants to kill me?" Blood flowed from his face, and souls of the dead were pouring out of Lingshan at this moment. If he hadn't subconsciously dodged, the blood sword would have pierced his head.

"Guess." Ye Fan said calmly: "Let me ask again, who came up with the idea?"

"Yes, it's me." The shadow of death loomed, and Lingshan had to admit.

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

"There are some." Lingshan replied bravely: "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 done the layout of many places."

"That's it." Hearing this, Ye Fan nodded slightly and seemed to understand, "I just said that Zhao Gao's wine bag and rice bag, how can he take over the Zhao family's family business."

"It turns out it's all your fault."

"No, I just participated..." Hearing something wrong in Ye Fan's words, Lingshan quickly replied. But while he was talking, he saw Ye Fan pull out an exaggerated heavy sword, and his heart immediately became cold.

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

"When I get along with people like you, I should do whatever it takes." At this time, Ye Fan finally smiled, but the laughter was cold, as if it came from hell.

"As for King Zhao? Don't worry, without you, he is just a loser."