Ten miles west of Zhuoshui City, there is a large mound slightly higher than the surrounding area on the bank of the upper reaches of the Zhuoshui River. The large mound is surrounded by lush water and grass, and there are more than a dozen large and small tents with domes and wheels as a camp.

, stationed on a large mound, with a red flag embroidered with a black flying wolf on the largest tent. Because these tents have wheels underneath, they look like the tents of the Daxia people, which is similar to the Great Shang Kingdom.

Tents are two completely different things.

Daxia is mainly nomadic. Wheels are installed under the tents to facilitate the migration of cattle and horses at any time. If a war breaks out, just hitch the cattle and horses to the wheeled tent and you can quickly escape from danger. In the past, when war broke out between the two countries, Daxia

As long as someone can't be beaten, he will run away, and the speed of escape is very troublesome for the pursuing soldiers of Dashang.

Most of the people coming in and out of these tents had their heads shaved, with two locks of hair hanging down on both sides, some hanging naturally, some braided, and only a few people wore headscarves. As for the clothes they wore, no matter what they wore,

Both men and women wear long robes with round collars and narrow sleeves. The men wear leather pants and the women wear long skirts, belts around the waist, and long boots. They are all neatly dressed, and they look like Daxia people at first glance.

Standing on the edge of the mound, a sturdy man with a bald head and no turban saw two white horses running towards the camp from a distance. He said happily: "Master Yi is back! Master Yi is back!" He shouted while shouting to the largest one.

Tent ran and shouted into the tent: "Commander, Mr. Yi is back!" A slightly older voice came from the tent, "He's back? Very good, Uhe Daru, you go and deliver my order."

, tell him to come see me immediately!"

The man called Uhe Daru bowed his head and respectfully agreed. He ran to the tent and took a bay-red horse. He flew on the horse and whipped it down with a crack. The bay-red horse was in pain and its hooves turned over.

Fei went up to meet him, and within half a cup of tea, he met the elegant Mr. Yi on the shore. When Uhe Daru saw Mr. Yi, he put his left hand on his chest and bowed, "See you, Uhe Daru."

Mr. Guo Yi!"

The face of the young master surnamed Yi was as dark as water, and he nodded impatiently and asked: "Uhe Daru, what are you doing here?" Uhe Daru smiled and said: "The commander-in-chief wants to see Mr. Yi, let me invite him.

Young Master, come over, Young Master Yi, please come!"

Mr. Yi looked helpless and could only follow Uhe Daru's horse and muttered:

Cursing something, the little book boy Yi Ning followed Mr. Yi with a worried look on his face. The three people and three horses quickly arrived outside the largest tent, got off their horses together, and Uhe Daru shouted loudly: "

Commander-in-Chief, Mr. Yi has arrived!"

The old voice in the tent replied: "I know, let him in!" Uhedaru bent down, stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of invitation. Mr. Yi walked forward more than ten steps, with an unhappy look on his face.

He raised the curtain and entered the tent. The little book boy Yi Ning was not qualified to enter the tent. Like Uhe Daru, he stood bowed outside the tent.

The moment Mr. Yi lifted the curtain, his sad face turned into a smile. He bowed and said, "I have met the Commander-in-Chief, Yi Yingjie!"

In the tent with the red flag, there was a big bed, with pear wood tables and chairs. Two maids stood on both sides of the big bed. Sitting cross-legged on the bed was a masked man dressed in black. When the masked man saw Yi Yingjie, he saluted him.

He sneered and said angrily: "No way, I don't dare to accept it as a gift from you, Mr. Yi! This commander should have let you, Mr. Yi, do it!"

Yi Yingjie's face turned green and red, and he said with a smile: "The commander-in-chief is joking! I heard that there are many martial arts people from big merchants in the city, so I went to the city to meet them and want to give them a show of strength.

, by the way, I want to inquire about the news about Tang Jiusheng and others! In the past five days, I have killed no less than a dozen third-level masters from the Great Shang Kingdom!"

The commander-in-chief sneered and said: "Young Master Yi is really a traitor to the emperor? It's a matter of loyalty to the emperor! So what news did you find out, Mr. Yi? How come Mr. Yi, who is so skilled in martial arts, came back with injuries?"

Yi Yingjie replied with a smile on his face: "The commander is wise! I know that the commander has a sharp eye, and nothing can be hidden from the commander's eyes! To be honest, I fought against Tang Jiusheng and lost to him, so I suffered a little.

Slightly injured. But victory or defeat is a common thing for soldiers, so it doesn't matter. What is really scary is the other person! Commander, who do you think is here?"

The masked commander was a little surprised and asked with a smile: "Oh? He actually makes us, Mr. Yi, feel more scary than Tang Jiusheng. Who could it be? It can't be Yang Jingzhong, right?"

Yi Yingjie sighed and said in a deep voice: "It's not Yang Jingzhong. This person is much scarier than Yang Jingzhong. It's Luo Fengyang."

Oh! Luo Fengyang also threatened to find my master..." When the commander heard Luo Fengyang's name, he took a deep breath and sat on the bed in silence for a long time. The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became solemn.

The commander-in-chief who refused to show his face sneered, "You really do whatever you're afraid of! Luo Fengyang, known as the second best in the world, just defeated Lu Tianxing, who was ranked third in the world, a while ago. It seems that no one in our Daxia Wulin is like him.

rival?"

Yi Yingjie pondered for a moment, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Maybe only when Mo An is born can we compete with him! If it doesn't work, we will admit defeat. At worst, we will just find a way to regain our position in the future!"

Mo An is the number one martial artist in Daxia. Ten years ago, Mo An went to Dimo ​​Mountain to challenge Lu Tianxing who had not yet come down from the mountain, and was slightly better.

The commander-in-chief shook his head, "Mo'an always misses the dragon, so where can we find him? Besides, even if Mo'an comes, wouldn't Dashang still have Xie Wuchen? No matter how strong Mo'an is, if he fights one against two, he will definitely lose.

!It’s a pity that among the existing people, no one seems to be Luo Fengyang’s opponent? I have to admit that Dashang’s population advantage and geographical advantage are far stronger than our Daxia!”

Yi Yingjie said: "I heard that Mo'an went to Beihai to retreat three years ago. I think he will be invincible when he leaves the retreat!"

The commander-in-chief smiled bitterly and said: "No matter how strong the Demon Bank is, water far away can't quench the thirst of the people nearby. Besides, I'm waiting for rice to come to the pot! If we don't join forces, one-on-one, I'm afraid Luo Fengyang can defeat us all by himself."

Half the mission!"

Yi Yingjie snorted coldly, "Luo Fengyang is so powerful that I won't say anything else. But just now in the restaurant, there was an ignorant guy who said that Tang Jiusheng could defeat half of our mission by himself! I don't know who would give it.

His courage!"

The Commander-in-Chief frowned and motioned for Yi Yingjie to sit down. Yi Yingjie thanked the Commander-in-Chief and sat on the pearwood chair without squinting. A handsome maid, Lian Bu, came over lightly and poured a cup of milk tea for him.

Yi Yingjie. When Yi Yingjie took the milk tea, he calmly touched the delicate hand of the handsome maid. The body of the handsome maid suddenly stiffened, and then she pretended that nothing happened and retreated.
Chapter completed!