Three days later, 20,000 troops formed a formation outside Panshan City.
Among the troops, the most eye-catching thing is the army riding on ghost wolves.
Seen from a distance, it looks very impressive.
Moreover, the lord of Panshan City also gave Yan Yin's men some weapons such as swords, guns, swords and halberds, as well as...
"There are 20,000 to 30,000 pieces of clothes here. In order to match the ghost wolf army led by Fang, we specially made these black clothes in the city," Yu Lin pointed to a dozen cars of clothes pushed out by soldiers in Panshan City. "I hope these clothes can be useful to the commander and your subordinates," he said.
Looking at Yu Lin gratefully, Yan Yin said, "Thank you City Master Yu. We say goodbye today. I hope we will have the opportunity to meet again in the future."
"Haha, good" Yu Lin laughed and said, "I hope Commander Fang will bring help to our northern Xinjiang,"
With the help of Yang Er and his men, the clothes sent by Yu Lin were distributed to the hands of 20,000 soldiers.
When everyone put on black clothes, the army, which was still a bit chaotic and unconcentrated, suddenly showed a sense of shock.
Under the sky, a large group of men in black stood there quietly, with a serious and mountain-like aura that shocked everyone who saw this scene.
Especially the soldiers riding on the ghost wolves are even more fierce and cold.
Yang Er and his men put away the many clothes because there were more ghost wolves in the team, and Yang Er also started to do so.
None of his subordinates were very strong, but with the addition of ghost wolves, they seemed to have some momentum.
Xu Lan, dressed in Tsing Yi, stood beside Yan Yin, looking at the dark army in front of her with a look of surprise on her face.
Obviously, she was also shocked.
Xu Lan also has a ghost wolf, which was specially left for her by Yan Yin as a means of transportation.
Riding on the Ghost Wolf King, Yan Yin glanced at Yu Lin and Heikui on the city wall, and then said in a deep voice like a bell ringing throughout the world, "Army, set off,"
At the same time, the Ghost Wolf King roared loudly, and all the ghost wolves followed suit.
The wolf roar that shook the sky shocked the entire Panshan City.
Under the gaze of the people of Panshan City, this dark army slowly left towards the north.
Yu Lin looked at the retreating black torrent and said solemnly, "I hope this retreating army of ghost wolves can bring peace to Northern Xinjiang."
Hei Kui on the side was also looking at the black army retreating in the distance, with a look of expectation on his bearded face.
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When Yan Yin led his army to leave, another earth-shattering news came out of Fengyun Empire.
Feng Yunxiao became a Martial Saint.
Yes, the Imperial General Feng Yunxiao became a Martial Saint.
Suddenly, the entire Fengyun Empire fell into a kind of silence.
Everyone understood that behind this silence, there was an overwhelming undercurrent brewing.
Qingyun Peak.
A shocking sword energy penetrated the sky, causing everyone at Qingyun Peak to be shocked.
"Whose sword energy is this? It's so powerful."
"The sword energy comes from the sword tomb. Who is in the sword tomb?"
Many Qingyun Peak disciples flew into the air, looking far away at a mountain shrouded in mist.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of everyone and shouted in a deep voice, "What are you doing here? Everyone, go back and practice hard."
"Master Head, is this the sword bone of Junior Sister Fang Xue?" A man in white, an extraordinary man from the British Army, appeared next to Xiao Chenzi and said, "It seems that our Qingyun Peak will have one more potential person soon." Amazing master,”
"Although the sword bone is complete, the sword root is still a little unstable. Although the sword energy penetrates Changhong, there is still something missing in it." Xiao Chenzi looked at the handsome man indifferently and said, "You are now the acting master of Qingyun Peak. Door, you should not focus on this, but should take care of Qingyun Peak up and down,"
The man from the British army was Yang Fan's brother, the eldest son of the Yang family, a disciple of the great elder of Qingyun Peak, and Yang Qian, the current acting head of Qingyun Peak.
Yang Qian's expression changed, and Sui Huo said respectfully, "Yes, Yang Qian has remembered it."
Nodding, Xiao Chenzi said, "What is the situation of the various sects in Western Xinjiang in Southern Xinjiang now?"
"Reporting to the head master, the Beast Sect is currently focusing on overseas. I heard that the ninth elder, tenth elder and eldest disciple of their sect were killed by a mysterious master," Yang Qian said, "As for the Tianshen Sect and some other sects , are also recruiting disciples and acquiring some resources."
After a pause, Yang Gan said, "I heard that two of the top ten strange sects in Western Xinjiang moved their sect's headquarters to the Yanyun Mountains, and one moved to the Fengyun Mountains."
"Top Ten Strange Sects" Xiao Chenzi frowned, and then said softly, "Ignore them, just let them do their thing for now, when the time comes..."
After glancing at Yang Qian, Xiao Chenzi paused the rest of his words in time, and then said, "Okay, you are the acting head now. Get to know more of the disciples of Qingyun Peak. Also, your cultivation level is not acceptable." Next, you know the rules of Qingyun Peak. Those who have not become saints cannot be the leader. Although you are now the acting leader, if you do not break through to become a saint, I will still not pass on the leader to you. You know ?”
Yang Gan showed a trace of humility on his face and said, "Yes, Yang Gan understands."
"Yes" nodded, Xiao Chenzi's figure flashed, and then disappeared from Yang Qian's eyes.
After taking a look at the sword tomb shrouded in mist, Yang Gan's expression suddenly turned cold, then he returned to his warm and humble look, and turned around to leave.
The Third City of Storm.
In Qinxiang Pavilion, Xiaoya stood quietly in the pavilion, looking at the girl who was holding three letters and looking at them quietly.
She has beautiful long black hair, a light red dress, and her fair and delicate skin looks so hydrated.
A pair of big eyes, bright and mixed with some sadness.
After a long time, the girl slowly raised her head.
"I don't know how he is doing now. It has been almost two years. Is he okay now?" The girl sighed, and then slowly put away the letter.
"Miss, you have read these three letters many times, why do you still want to read them?" Xiaoya looked at the girl and asked doubtfully.
The girl smiled slightly, with a beautiful look on her face. "These three letters, one was left when I left Southern College, and the other was written when I wrote to him asking him to come to Fengyun Third City. Yes, I didn't expect these two letters originally. Who knew that he would keep them so well? This third letter is said to be written by him to me. If he can keep it for me, I can naturally keep it for him. "
"Miss, you are so kind to Young Master Fang," Xiaoya whispered, "If Young Master Fang knew that Young Master Fang was thinking about him every day, he would be so happy."
"Haha" the girl smiled slightly and said nothing, but her face was filled with a kind of warmth.
"Miss, the third party has something to tell you." At this time, a voice came from outside the yard, "The Liu family's caravan has come to our third city, and their eldest lady wants to discuss cooperation matters with her."
"Yes." The girl hummed softly, then looked at Xiaoya and said, "Xiaoya, just prepare some pastries in my room tonight. You don't have to wait for me to come back. You can go back to your room and rest early."
After saying that, the girl's expression became calm, her beautiful and charming face suddenly became serious, and then she walked outside with steps.
Looking towards Beicheng.
"Xin'er, you have to learn from Xiao Hua and concentrate on your cultivation. Don't think about riding around on the God of Wind all day long. That's not good." A fairy-like woman sat quietly in an elegant courtyard and looked at the courtyard. A little girl who was trying to sneak out secretly said, "Also, you are not allowed to go to your Aunt Qingchen to plead for mercy."
The little girl smiled and hurriedly ran to the woman and said, "Mom, you misunderstood. Xiaoxin just wants to talk to Fengshen, and doesn't want to go out."
"Really," the beautiful woman stretched out her hand to help the little girl straighten the messy hair on her forehead, and sighed, "Now your Aunt Qingchen is practicing in seclusion, and Xiaohua is also concentrating on studying medicine. You are not young anymore. You can’t be playful anymore, didn’t your Aunt Qingchen pass on her Qingyue Jue to you, why don’t you practice it?”
"Hehe" the little girl said with a smile with a pair of beautiful big eyes, "Mother, Xin'er is still practicing. Qingyue Jue Xin'er has already reached the third level of cultivation."
"Hey, is that so?" The beautiful woman stretched out her jade hand and gently placed it on the little girl's hand. Then she showed a hint of surprise and said, "Xin'er, how did you practice? How come you have been practicing for less than two years?" I have already reached the third level of Kung Fu training."
The little girl suddenly jumped on the body of the beautiful woman, hugged her neck and whispered in her ear, "Hehe, isn't Xin'er very powerful? Mom, let me tell you secretly, Xin'er will be here soon." I have reached the fourth level of practice,"
"Haha" the woman stretched out her hand, put the little girl on her body and sat down, saying, "Yes, our Xin'er is the most powerful."
"No way," the little girl said with an embarrassed smile, "Xin'er is not as good as Uncle Fang, Uncle Fang is so awesome."
"Uncle Fang, are you Fang Yin?" The woman was stunned for a moment, her face of pure beauty, her gentle and beautiful eyes could not help but reveal a hint of confusion, then she sighed quietly and said, "Yes, he is very powerful, alas... It’s been more than a year, and I don’t know how he is doing now,”
When the little girl saw the woman's appearance, she slowly calmed down.
The slightly cool breeze blew through the elegant courtyard. A woman who was as beautiful and gentle as a fairy was sitting there quietly holding a little girl who, although young, had already begun to show the beauty of a country.
The wind blew by, blowing up the woman's beautiful hair, and some scattered black hair, which somewhat added some elegant beauty to the woman.
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Across the vast land, strong winds roared, rolling up layers of sand and gravel.
A black torrent passed through the strong wind.
"Commander, that's the Shocking Beast Peak." Shifang sat on a ghost wolf, pointed at a towering mountain peak in the distance in the wind and sand, and said loudly, "When we get there, we can walk north for another ten days according to the current progress. Around now, we will see Wanli Border City,"
"Brother Fang, let's rest for a day when we get to Shaking Beast Peak, and then we'll start our journey," the Pirate King said loudly to Yan Yin, who was riding on the Ghost Wolf King, "It's been more than half a month since we left Panshan City, and we need to take a good rest.
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"Okay," Yan Yin shouted loudly and said, "All soldiers listen to the order and aim for the Shocking Beast Peak."
The black torrent, like a raging river, rushed into the distance quickly and disappeared into the sky.