When confronting Wanyan Zongwang and Jin Wushu, Zhang Hua asked Yan Xiang, who had the talent of "divination", to divinate for a while.

Not asking the people and ghosts and gods is not completely wrong in this world.

The results of Yan Xiang’s divination are most likely consistent with the facts.

Yan Xiang took out a piece of tortoise shell from his arms, and a wisp of true energy from his dantian came to his hands. It turned into flames and burned the tortoise shell.

As Yan Xiang's level increases, Yan Xiang's use of true qi becomes more and more perfect. Without open fire, he can use true qi to transform fire.

It can be considered that Yan Xiang is a fire-type adviser.

The tortoise shell was burned by flames, and dozens of cracks appeared in the tortoise shell, which signaled the result of divination.

Only by understanding the talent of divination can one read the signs.

"The incident in Hedong is not clear, and there is a third force entangled in it, and I don't know the good or bad luck."

Yan Xiang was also extremely surprised by the divination result.

"The third force? Could it be..."

Zhang Hua fell into deep thought.

Fenzhou is to the north of the Hedong area and Shangdang to the east. These two places have the troops of other princes.

In Fenzhou City, Li Keyong, the commander of the Ya'er Army, was sitting in the main seat, and several painters were painting portraits of Li Keyong.

Originally, this was just a small matter, but the hands of these painters holding brushes were shaking uncontrollably, and sweat dripping.

It is extremely dangerous to draw a portrait of Li Keyong, one-eyed dragon.

Li Keyong is cruel by nature and likes to kill people. If Li Keyong is dissatisfied, his head will fall to the ground immediately.

Several painters used their sleeves to wipe the sweat on their foreheads while painting, which was even more nervous than going to fight to kill the enemy.

"General, how about this painting?"

A painter showed Li Keyong his finished work tremblingly.

Li Keyong on rice paper is vivid and vivid, almost exactly the same as Li Keyong.

However, when Li Keyong saw this painting, he was furious: "Come on, pull down and cut it down!"

"General, please spare me! Is there any problem with this painting of the villain?"

This painter is not convinced.

He used all his life's skills, for fear of a little mistake, but he still angered Li Keyong.

Li Ke waved his hand, and the black-clad Crow Army took the painter out and beheaded.

The other painters were so scared that they were scattered, and one of them fell to the ground with his brush.

“Pull it out.”

"yes!"

The Ya'er Army pulled down the unlucky painter and killed them together.

The third painter deliberately beautifies Li Keyong's image. Li Keyong in the painting is majestic, like a reincarnation of a king, fighting against thousands of troops.

"Pull it down."

However, Li Keyong was still not satisfied.

"Sir, I don't agree! I don't agree!!"

The third painter couldn't figure out how to satisfy Li Keyong.

Or is Li Keyong just trying to find an excuse to kill someone?

Li Keyong didn't explain and directly killed the third painter.

There were four painters present, and only the last one was left.

The last painter was walking on thin ice and showed his work: "Please see, General."

Li Keyong looked carefully and saw Li Keyong in the painting bent his bow and shot an arrow. His eyes narrowed, as if he was aiming at the target, like a flying general shooting a tiger.

Li Keyong was overjoyed: "Come here, I will give you fifty taels of silver!"

The last painter's tense nerve finally stretched out and escaped.

This perverted general Shatuo must not die well!

When the painter received the award, he was not grateful, but instead gritted his teeth and cursed Li Keyong in his heart, wishing that Li Keyong would go to the eighteen levels of hell.

This time he could still guess Li Keyong's thoughts, but it's hard to say next time.

A Shatuo general came in, and Li Keyong showed him his portrait. The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became: "My son, how do you think of this portrait of Father?"

Li Siyuan, the leader of the Thirteen Grand Priests, said: "The adoptive father is wise and powerful, and his portrait is naturally extraordinary, with the appearance of an emperor."

Li Keyong rolled up the portrait and sighed: "If it was an ordinary and chaotic time, I could naturally be king. But it would not work here."

Li Siyuan continued: "My adoptive father, Wanyan Zongwang of the Great Jin Kingdom, almost threw all his troops south to fight with the Xia army in the swamps in the Yubi area."

A trace of ruthlessness flashed across Li Keyong's only one-eye: "Go and summon the Crow Army and the generals of the Crow Army, and wait for an opportunity to act."

Li Siyuan asked: "Do you want to use five hundred rushing capital?"

"Recall the capital."
Chapter completed!