The fake prince was exposed at the beginning, and I took office as emperor on the spot

Chapter 9: King of Zhenbei

Gu Fangchen made his motives clear and presented intelligence.

There is only one purpose, which is to allow the two people to talk on an equal footing.

——Or in other words, it is to let "a certain organization behind him" stand on an equal footing with the Martial Saint.

Don't think that he seems to be leading Ding Xingfeng by the nose the whole time.

In fact, it is only because of the character of this Martial Saint that he is relatively easy to talk to.

As long as the conversation is successfully triggered, he will basically not make things difficult for people in subsequent tasks, but he will be a little harsh in his words.

I just do what I should do. I am truly an honest man.

For some high-level NPCs, eleven out of ten sentences are false, and even the texts given by the official game officials cannot be trusted.

It depends on the players themselves to figure it out.

If you don't pay attention, you will be killed directly...

Even a more pragmatic NPC like Ding Xingfeng might kill you with one blow just because he's in a bad mood.

Gu Fangchen was familiar with the process, but after all, it was real people who were taking part in the battle now.

Still a little bit uncertain.

Fortunately, he performed well... He had not realized before that he had strong psychological qualities.

Moreover, Gu Fangchen's current identity also helped a lot.

Ding Xingfeng must have known that he came with Ning Caiyong. Even if his identity as the prince was fake, Ning Caiyong's doting on him was not fake.

Although the Military Saint Gu Yuye has nothing to do with him anymore, the Sword Saint Ning Songjun is still his uncle!

——As we all know, if there are many saints in the family, they can do whatever they want.

Otherwise, if a random passerby comes by, there is a chance that he will be hacked to death.

Board.

Gu Fangchen and Wu Sheng sat opposite each other on either side of the stove.

Granny Cui in the distance finally noticed something was wrong.

She originally thought that the prince was just being playful and casually competing with a fisherman by the lake in skipping stones, so she stood by and watched from a distance.

After all, she always knew that the prince did not like being followed too closely by servants like them, otherwise he would get angry.

But it was not until just now that she realized that she had not been able to hear any of the conversation between the two people.

Even if the distance is far, this is impossible!
However, just as she was about to come over, she felt a terrifying and intimidating pressure coming down, nailing her to the spot, her whole body stiff and unable to move.

Granny Cui opened her mouth, but no sound came out, and cold sweat immediately streamed down her forehead.

The opponent's strength is above that of a Grandmaster!
Moreover, he is probably far superior to the Grandmaster!

How could the prince know such a person? And how could he chat and laugh with him so freely?
……

Gu Fangchen raised his head and saw the countdown above his head.

Emperor (22 hour 12 minutes)

"I have a secret technique of the stars. No matter what the opponent's cultivation level is, as long as the timing is right, I can kill him instantly."

“But you have to be close to each other to do that.”

Gu Fangchen remained calm and said seriously:

"If we want to kill Mahamudra, Old Ding, you must first lead me to the central golden tent of Qingman. We must be at least thirty feet away from him."

Old Ding?

Ding Xingfeng raised his eyes and looked expressionlessly at the guy who was suddenly trying to get too close to him.

But then I thought about it.

At the beginning, this kid called him "Old Man Ding" without any courtesy, but now he is a little more respectful.

Forget it, let him be.

Gu Fangchen paused, then said in a deep voice:
"Besides, only in this way can you kill Mahamudra in public."

Ding Xingfeng smiled with a forced smile, narrowing his eyes:
"Why, you want to give me the credit for killing Mahamudra? Could it be that you think I'm a hypocritical person who is greedy for fame and glory?"

The Martial Saint's aura suddenly materialized, and countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood rushed towards them, which was extremely terrifying.

If someone else were here, they would definitely think that he was in a bad mood and would say something flattering.

Gu Fangchen saw Ding Xingfeng tapping the bottom of the bowl and blinked:
"Is not it?"

"But who doesn't like to hear good words? How can one be called hypocritical if he loves fame? On the contrary, he is a truly honest person."

"If someone says he doesn't seek fame or fortune, then it's the exact opposite. He wants fame and fortune more than anyone else."

Gu Fangchen shrugged: "Besides, I can't kill Mahamudra alone."

"Also, my secret star technique must not be leaked. Even if I want such a great reputation, I can't do it."

He put on a painful yet generous expression and sighed deeply:
"I have no choice but to bear the pain and give it to you."

Ding Xingfeng raised his eyebrows and laughed.

This time, it was a truly hearty laugh.

"The world has misled me!"

"It turns out that there are people in this world who really know who I, Ding Xingfeng, am!"

The titles of hero, martial saint, and natural killer are not his.

Since he joined the army one hundred and eighty years ago, he has only wanted to leave a lasting legacy.

Therefore, Mahamudra's slander of him became a demon in his heart that he could not get over.

There was nothing sinister in Ding Xingfeng's smile, and one could even vaguely glimpse the heroic demeanor of his former general and martial saint, and the atmosphere immediately eased a lot.

However, he put down the bowl in his hand and said bluntly:
"But I still don't believe you."

"I've lived for almost two hundred years, and I've never heard of any astral secret technique that could allow someone without any cultivation to kill a second-grade saint."

He was a warrior and knew very well that if such methods had continued to exist in secret, the world would have been in chaos long ago.

How could the Yong'an era last for two hundred years?
Gu Fangchen raised his eyebrows, moved his hips, went over and put his arm around Old Man Ding's shoulders, and said:

"Then let me ask you a question. Old Ding, do you think there are many people in this world who possess national destiny?"

Naturally not much.

More than just a few...

Now in the territory of Wei, there are probably only two people who have it.

One was in Huangtian City, and the other was right in front of him.

Ding Xingfeng looked at the calm lake and thought to himself that it was just as he expected.

He actually had this idea in mind before he asked this question.

Otherwise, why would Gu Fangchen reveal that he possesses national destiny?
If there really is such a secret technique that defies common sense, then the only reasonable explanation is that it is driven by national destiny.

but……

Ding Xingfeng actually wanted to test how much Gu Fangchen relied on and what kind of relationship he had with the people behind him.

After all, when it comes to the stars and fate, there should be only one place in the world that could possibly possess these unpredictable powers.

——"Tan Yuan".

Whenever the world is about to fall into chaos, a preacher from Tan Yuan will come to the world to restore order.

This is something that all practitioners know, a legend that is not just a legend.

Ding Xingfeng must be treated with caution.

He remained silent at his leisure.

Gu Fangchen frowned, as if he had made up his mind, and took a step back and said:

"It's not easy to activate the secret technique. I can demonstrate it once, but I won't be able to use it again for a long time."

"If you can accept this, then before that, you must swear a demonic oath to ensure the safety of my... this identity."

……

Above the Zhenbei Palace.

Two figures transformed into long rainbows, broke through the clouds, and streaked across the night sky at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, landing in front of the main gate of the palace.

The bright lights in the palace illuminated the two people.

A thin middle-aged man in a dragon-sleeved robe with both hands behind his back stood there, simply standing there, yet he had an air of majesty without even being angry.

Next to him was a handsome young man with a palace flower in his hat and wearing a red robe. He was tall and straight like a bamboo, with long eyebrows and eyes like cold stars. He was very graceful, like a scholar in the clear wind and bright moon.

It was actually the Zhenbei King Gu Yuye who had rushed back, and the saint's disciple and new number one scholar who had just changed his name to Gu Yuandao.

The servants in the palace hurried over to greet him.

A petite figure with a red face rushed out, grabbed Gu Yuye's arm and shook it, saying coquettishly:
"Dad, why did you just come back?"

She pouted and puffed out her cheeks:

"When you're not here, the fake ones are going to cause a big fuss!"

(End of this chapter)