Although everything that Prince Gan said was reasonable and seemed to be perfect, Liu Hongyi and others naturally would not believe him completely.

Unless he captured the fifteen masters of the Pojun Academy, the prince would be just empty talk and did not bring any substantial benefits to the Song army.

Not far from the tent, two Shadow Hall worshipers followed him quietly.

Prince Gan didn't know if he discovered these two worshippers, but his expression was still calm.

He returned to the tent.

Elder Pan and others in Pojun Academy stood up when they saw him coming back.

A swordsman walked outside and stood guard.

Elder Pan asked: "General Wang, can you find out where the Song army's arsenal is?"

Prince Gan chuckled and nodded, "I have already found out clearly, and it is in the fourth to eighth tent on the right side of their tent. When it is noon, we will do it."

Elder Pan said in confusion: "Why should I wait until noon before taking action?"

Prince Gan said: "At this time, the Song army was in strict supervision, so we were unable to move. It would be more convenient for us to take action until they had lunch."

Elder Pan and others all had a clear look on their faces.

They even did not go into delving into how Prince Chan found this news.

In terms of mind, these swordsmen who have been sitting in the Pojun Academy for many years are really not as good as those of the prince who have done one person when they are tied up.

It is still the norm in the military camp.

The hillside was covered with corpses, and the Song army was afraid that they could be completely cleaned up in a short period of time.

Time is quietly approaching noon.

The fragrance of rice wafts in the camp.

The prince shrugged his nose and said, "The food of these Song troops is really good. Haha, I'm afraid I'll eat much better than our army."

Unfortunately, these words were just sneering at Niu, Elder Pan and others, and no one answered his words.

The Song army had a rich meal because the Song army had a strong national strength and a small number of Song army. How could these people know how to be more correct?

"Ahem!"

A cough suddenly sounded outside the door.

It was the swordsman who was watching.

Everyone in the tent looked slightly stern.

Then several soldiers walked into the tent, holding wooden barrels in their hands, and each contained food and soup. "Friends, we're having dinner."

Elder Pan and others didn't say anything.

Several soldiers put the wooden barrels in the tent and walked out again.

The swordsman who was standing guard walked into the tent.

Prince Gan stood up leisurely, walked to the wooden barrels, and smiled and said, "Horse broth, potato paste, horse ribs, hey, it's really good."

Then he picked up the rice bowl and served the rice on his own, turned his head and looked at Elder Pan and others, and his expression became serious, "Everyone, we will prepare to do it after dinner."

But Elder Pan actually shook his head, "I'm not hungry, so I won't eat anymore."

But he didn't eat it, and the other swordsmen of the Pojun Academy had no expression.

The prince frowned slightly and said, "Elder Pan, man is iron and food is steel. How can you not eat?"

Elder Pan smiled and said, "We are all masters above the Shangyuan Realm. What's the big deal if we don't eat this meal?"

Prince Gan pondered and said, "But you have to face the masters of Zhenwu Realm in the Song Camp later, and you must have fought hard. If you are tired when fighting..."

He scooped the dishes in the wooden barrels and started eating them, and kept muttering: "Hey, the chef in Song Jun is really good. I'm afraid he can open an inn by himself."

There was only the sound of him having a feast in the tent.

His eating habits are completely different from his gentle appearance.

Seeing him like this, some swordsmen couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

A master with advanced cultivation is far more hungry than ordinary people, but if you are empty, it will always feel bad.

A swordsman walked to the wooden barrel and said, "Then I'll eat something too."

Then immediately a few more swordsmen stood up.

These meals tasted really good.

"If you have a stomach full, it will be really unfavorable to fight with those masters of Song State later."

After a while, even Elder Pan stood up.

He didn't eat before, probably because it was just food in the Song army camp. As the elder of the academy, even if he went to the army to fight, he would have a lot of fish and meat every meal.

Now seeing the prince eating so well, he obviously was also in a state of mind. He only found such a way out for himself by hindering his face.

The prince didn't say anything, but said repeatedly: "Elder Pan's words are very true. This is related to the military and national affairs of our dynasty!"

The swordsmen next to them all nodded.

Everyone could see that Elder Pan was looking for a way for him, but he was the person with the highest cultivation level among the people, so he had to give this level to him.

Seeing everyone like this, Elder Pan naturally had no psychological pressure.

More than a dozen people in the tent were feasting on their rice bowls.

Only the prince dried out, no one knew that the ingredients were added to these meals.

After about ten minutes, everyone had eaten almost the same food. Prince Gan suddenly fell.

He lay straight on the desk.

The swordsmen of the Pojun Academy were afraid that the Yao Jin had not yet come up, so they quickly shook the prince and said, "General Wang! General Wang!"

This is naturally something that the prince can't wake up.

The faces of the swordsmen in the tent changed slightly.

Then, someone shook his head slightly and said with a slight panic: "There is medicine in this dish!"

After saying that, he quickly sat cross-legged, trying to use his energy to remove the power of the medicine.

Elder Pan and others all changed their faces again.

Then in just a few dozen seconds, the swordsmen in Shangyuan Realm felt a little uncomfortable.

This was naturally enough to make them believe that the dish was drugged by Song Jun.

Everyone was sitting cross-legged and healing their injuries.

Although Elder Pan and other swordsmen in Zhenwu realm were extremely resistant, they did not dare to neglect the medicine at this time. They all had to use their skills to eliminate the poison when they sat cross-legged.

If this is not the case, they will feel a headache if they let the effect of the medicine be completely spread.

The strong master of Zhenwu realm lies in his internal strength. In terms of physical fitness, it has not yet reached the point where he can break the common sense.

"who!"

But at this moment, there was a sudden movement outside the tent.

Someone opened the curtain and walked into the tent.

Elder Pan and others suddenly opened their eyes, with a sharp look in their eyes. But after seeing these people clearly, their faces could not stop changing drastically.

The people who came were Hong Wutian, Mrs. Xu, Tie Liduan, Jian Shisi and others.

Elder Pan and the four masters of the True Martial Realm have fought with them, so of course they can recognize them.

Hong Wutian's face turned cold and he just yelled softly: "Do it!"

He, Mrs. Xu, Tie Liduan, Jian Sisi, Tie Tiger, and Lone Wolf, a total of six people. They either had bare hands or had their weapons to kill everyone in the tent.

A swordsman in Shangyuan Realm who was very close to the door of the tent had not had time to stand up, was swept by Jian Shisi.

He was a little dizzy in his head, and only saw a sword light passing by in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, the world turned completely dark.

A head is thrown away.

Hong Wutian's eighteen palms of dragons opened and closed, and two dragon-shaped palms swept across the tent.

The tent swayed violently in an instant and then collapsed.

There are two swordsmen in the Shangyuan Realm who are covered in blood and blood in the palm force.

Mrs. Xu, Tieliduan and others all made some achievements.

With their Zhenwu Realm's strength, they are already much stronger than these Shangyuan Realm's swordsmen. What's more, they were surprised.

The tent collapsed.

A dozen figures soared into the sky.

These swordsmen finally came to their senses completely.

After using sword energy to tear the curtains of the tent, their faces were still panicked.
To be continued...