The atmosphere in the room became even more stagnant. Qiu Jing saw the soft purple sword on Meng Qi's waist and the familiar luggage on Mo Li's back. He couldn't help but wonder where the two of them had put these things before and how they found them back.

From the beginning of entering the door, Mo Li's eyes remained on the sand table in the center of the square table.

The red flags extended from Yizhou, and Jingzhou was defeated like a mountain, and in just a few days, one-third of its jurisdiction had been lost.

"The Heavenly Success King really has only one hundred thousand troops?"

Not only is it dangerous like locust disasters, but even the speed is so fast. Could it be that it has wings?

When Meng Qi saw that the person left, he immediately threw away his old posture. He stood up and walked without looking old. Except for his unchanged face, the Fengxing Pavilion around him was simply suspicious that this was a different person.

"Look carefully, there is no big city here."

Meng Qi knew the sand table well and thought that Fengxingge's craftsmanship was pretty good, and ordinary people in the martial arts world did not have such skills.

"On the one hand, the Tianshu King's men would not stay in the captured city, and on the other hand, the Jingzhou army could not defend it, and abandoned the people outside the city. However, the Tianshu King refused to delay time on these turtle shells, and only quickly led troops to carry out the implementation."

Meng Qi stretched out his hand casually, and the red area in Mo Li's eyes became clear.

Qiu Jing was slightly surprised and said relieved:

"It's true that he is Master Meng. You can make accurate speculations without looking at the news sent from the front line."

At this time, news from various sects came from outside one after another. Qiu Jing quickly turned over, and his fingers were so angry that he trembled slightly.

"People's Lord?"

"…The rioters killed and looted the countryside, and the people were unable to escape."

Qiu Jing held the table and forced herself to make her spirits. She said weakly: "In addition to the disciples of the Hengshan Sect and other major sects, more than a dozen other gangs are retreating."

"What?" The people from Fengxing Pavilion next to him were shocked.

Meng Qi had a calm face, Mo Li hesitated for a moment, and took a stack of messages handed over by Qiu Jing.

Some towns and villages were almost destroyed. After several groups of chaos, they could not even find a place to shelter from the wind and rain. Not to mention that the chaos was like crazy and did not fear death or injury. Before the sect could have suffered casualties, some people in the small gang had already died, and the appearance of the people from the Holy Lotus Altar was even worse.

"In a hurry, Fengxing Pavilion summoned about 400 famous disciples from various sects... In addition, the corresponding people have reached more than 700 people in the past few days, almost half of the Jiangnan power. However, scattered in Jingzhou, it is like a mud cow entering the sea..."

Qiu Jing stared at the sand table and clenched his hands.

She never thought that these people could turn the situation around, but it was difficult to even save people.

Is this a fate?

Meng Qi closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "First, he is shaking off all the troops and heading towards Nanping County where King Jing is located."

"Report—"
Chapter completed!