"Palace Master, don't blame yourself, this matter has nothing to do with you, it is clear that some prodigal sons are restless and kind, purely teasing us."

"That's right, if you want to blame, blame the damn mastermind behind the scenes, and only send one person, isn't that funny?!"

Just when a group of female disciples were filled with righteous indignation, a male voice was heard suddenly.

"I sent not one person, but two."

As soon as the voice fell, a group of female disciples looked at each other, and soon realized that the voice was coming from above their heads.

A few steps rushed to the front, only to find that at some point, a man was standing on the eaves of the main hall.

The figure is tall and straight, proud and strong, with a mask on his face and a bamboo hat on his head.

This person is Han Sanqian.

With Han Sanqian's sudden appearance, not only a group of female disciples rushed to the roof, but even the tens of thousands of troops on the opposite side couldn't help turning their heads.

Seeing another person, Master Fu was amused and angry at the same time: "Damn, here comes another one, damn it, just the two of you, let me jump out one by one, you might as well come together, At least maybe it can scare me, isn't it, brothers?"

As soon as these words came out, there was another roar of laughter among the tens of thousands of people.

Seeing those people laughing like that, the female disciples of Baguio Palace quit. Someone pointed at Han Sanqian and said, "Are you the one who gave us the silver cloth?"

Han Sanqian nodded noncommittally: "Yes."

"You are a big man, you have nothing to do when you are full all day long, right? Is it interesting to make such a joke about our group of women?"

"Yeah, thanks to the fact that we really believed in you and treated you...you as reinforcements, but we never thought that we would be tricked by you!"

"Our Baguio Palace disciples can't be humiliated. If you do this, you are simply a scum."

"Yeah yeah!"

"Scumbag!"

A group of female disciples immediately started cursing.

Han Sanqian was not angry, after all, from their point of view, it was understandable.

From a certain point of view, Han Sanqian's silver cloth is actually their life-saving straw, but after making such a big determination to pin their hopes on Han Sanqian, what they get in return is two lone soldiers helping each other. No one can bear it.

Secondly, as far as Baguio Palace is concerned, they feel that they are being tricked.

Therefore, anger is inevitable.

At this time, even Ning Yue couldn't help but stood up, looked at Han Sanqian, and said: "I, Bi Yao Palace, have never cared about world affairs. It's really too much for Yao Gong to make such a joke."

"Hey, Lord Fu, look, how does that idiot on the roof look so similar to the guy next to the three beauties yesterday? They all wear the same mask."

At this moment, the sharp-eyed dog legs suddenly discovered that the masked man on the eaves was not the guy he met in the restaurant yesterday? !

After his reminder, Master Fu couldn't help but look carefully at this moment. It doesn't matter after looking at it. After reading it, Master Fu immediately slapped his thigh: "Hey, it's really that grandson."

Then he looked back at Fu Mang behind him, absolutely, that bastard was also from yesterday's crowd.

"Damn it, when I said yesterday that I was going to take down Baguio Palace, this idiot may or may not have been, it may not have been fucking endless. I dare to say that this idiot wants to help Biguio Palace."

Now, Master Fu finally understood what Han Sanqian said yesterday. JrNovels.com