The Mad Prince of Tang Dynasty, Inheritance of the Sword Saint at the Beginning

"Why bother, I know where they are."

Yuchi Gong exclaimed.

"His Royal Highness knows!"

"Correct."

With a wave of his hand, the mechanism bird flew over, and landed on Li Kuan's shoulder under the suspicious eyes of everyone.

"Follow him, and you will be able to find where Zhenzhu Yehu is stationed."

Yuchi Gong was puzzled.

"His Royal Highness, is this a trick?"

The Tang Dynasty also had mechanism techniques, but they were not as magical as the Mohist mechanism techniques.

Li Kuan nodded, smiled without saying a word.

Yuchi Gong conjectured that this was a fairy art given to His Highness the Crown Prince by the gods.

There is the invisibility technique, and now there is the mechanism technique of turning dead objects into living creatures, is there other spells?

If so, is there more.

While Yuchi Gong was thinking, Li Kuan's voice came from next to his ear.

"Okay, General Jingde, it's time for you to complete the task. The horses are ready and come back safely."

After finishing speaking, Li Kuan left.

Yuchi Gong cupped his fists and bowed, followed the organ bird to disappear.

Murong Yue is studying ancient books in her room, only in this way can she calm down.

In just a few days, he became Li Kuan's captive and went to the borderlands. His fate was unpredictable and he didn't know where the way forward.

Looking up, looking at the moon like a hook in the sky, a strange bird flashed by.

"That is, my wooden bird?"

"But when will the wooden bird fly?"

Murong Yue was puzzled, she was sure she was not mistaken, but when will the wooden bird fly?

Involuntarily, Murong Yue looked at the place where Li Kuan was resting, the wooden bird flew out from that place.

After leaving the city, the night was dark, there were no lights, and the moonlight was so weak that it could not be seen within five meters.

A mechanical bird flapped its wings and flew extremely fast, under the wind and sand, hundreds of horses galloped, but there was no one on the horses.

Yuchi Gong couldn't be calm for a long time, Li Kuan is too powerful, and there are many kinds of fairy arts.

However, at the moment it is necessary to kill the Western Turkic army.

"All generals obey orders!"

"exist!"

"In a moment, we will assassinate from the inside out, and we will definitely be killed in one blow, and we will never let anyone go!"

"Yes!"

The snare masters' voices were deep and clear, covering the already dark night with a layer of blood-colored red veil.

Diezhou City is a hundred miles away.

A camp is hidden among the sand dunes, and the bonfire is burning, is it accompanied by the sound of crackling sparks?

The main tent is bright.

Zhenzhu Yehu looked at the Western Turkic scouts coming ahead, and asked quickly.

"Did you find out? Who is on the city today?"

The scout knelt on one knee, lowered his head and said.

"Little Khan, it is said that this person is the prince of the Tang Dynasty, Li Kuan."

Zhenzhu Yehu was stunned.

"It's the crazy prince who was blessed by the gods in the legend, beat up his brother in the same robe, and asked to order him to come to Liangzhou from the north?"

The scout nodded.

"It's him."

Squinting his eyes, Zhenzhu Yehu fell into deep thought.

It was really him, the famous mad prince Li Kuan.

The sword of the immortal, the stunning beauty, the prince of the Tang Dynasty. . .

For a moment, Zhenzhu Yehu was full of thoughts, and when he raised his head, his eyes had a ferocious light like a hungry wolf.

"Find someone who is good at painting, draw the beauties, give them to your father, and tell him about the fairy artifact by the way."

The scout was shocked, Little Khan wanted to have a fight between snipe and clam, and the fisherman would benefit.