The group walked silently to the edge of the dense forest, and the sound of a fight was heard.

Everyone immediately raised their weapons and made a fighting stance.

Xu Fusheng glanced at the group of princess guards, and their strength was not weak.

A man dressed in a gorgeous costume unique to southern Xinjiang suddenly stumbled out of the woods.

Xu Fusheng waved his hand quietly, and the crossbow arrows on the cuffs of the nineteen horses were aimed at the man at the same time.

There was a rush of fighting and shouts in the dense forest, and arrows were fired at the noble man.

Feng Chengcheng looked at the man who was about to be shot into a hedgehog and exclaimed, "Second brother." ”

Xu Fusheng's heart moved, but it was too late to rescue.

But he saw Feng Tingcheng sit up straight suddenly on the horse, and folded his hands and recited a strange incantation.

A black flame burst into flames in an instant, enveloping the arrows in the flames.

Xu Fusheng, who didn't have time to feel the magic of the secret art of Southern Xinjiang, shouted: "Hui Yu, save people!"

Originally, he just planned to use the princess of Southern Xinjiang to cultivate his own power.

I didn't expect to meet the second son of the king of Southern Xinjiang who was hunted down and killed so soon, and it was really God's favor.

It's just that I don't know where the group of people who dared to hunt down and kill the second son of the king of Southern Xinjiang came from.

Judging by the quality and speed of their arrows, they are obviously not weak, and their dozen or so people may not be able to stop them.

Lin Huiyu had already pointed his toes on the horse's head, floated towards the man like lightning, picked up the man, and floated back again, his posture fluttering.

The face of the man in the fancy dress was slightly pale, and his eyes with a little blue were glowing with bewitchment.

Seeing Feng Tingcheng sitting on Xu Fusheng's horse, he said weakly: "Little sister, who are these people?"

Dozens of imposing masked men in brown riding armor stepped out of the forest.

This group of people obviously didn't expect to run into others, and the leader was stunned. There seems to be some hesitation to continue the hunt.

Feng Qingcheng frowned, and said with an angry face: "Who are you?"

Xu Fusheng said slowly: "Second son, look at the equipment and skills of this group of people, it should be the regular army of Southern Xinjiang.

Could it be that there is a war in Fengcheng, and someone dares to intercept and kill you here?"

The man hesitated, but saw that Xu Fusheng and the nineteen horsemen behind him were extraordinary.

Only then did he say: "They should be the eldest brother's personal guard, Feng Huowei."

Take advantage of my coming out today to hunt with my little sister, and ambush and intercept in the forest. ”

Xu Fusheng was shocked when he heard the news, the competition for the throne of the king of Southern Xinjiang had actually reached this point?

But turn to secretly rejoice, this is the best, the more chaotic the situation, the more you have the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

Feng Chengcheng didn't have the slightest surprise when he heard the news.

He looked at the leader and said, "General Kafeng, since the second brother has been saved by me."

I think you can retreat, don't you want to be buried here with me?"

The leader pondered for a moment, they all knew that the king of Southern Xinjiang could condone his two sons to fight each other.

But it is absolutely not allowed to hurt the princess of Southern Xinjiang, which is already an unwritten rule between the two princes.

It's just that success is imminent, is it going to fall short?

The solemn atmosphere in the forest grew stronger and stronger with the silence of Kafeng.

This time, even Feng Qingcheng's face began to change, he didn't expect the other party to refuse to retreat when he saw her.

Xu Fusheng couldn't see the other party's expression, but he knew that the other party was also jealous.

Just looking at the current situation, I am afraid that this kind of fear can only last for a while.

Once the other party has made up their minds, it can be really dangerous.

Thinking of this, Xu Fusheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he pulled the reins with one hand.

The nineteen horsemen behind him watched Xu Fusheng's movements, and at the same time, his body bowed slightly, and the horse's hooves stepped up, launching a charging posture.

In an instant, a mysterious aura of murder permeated.

The second son's eyes began to be different when he looked at Xu Fusheng again, and only twenty people had such momentum. What if it's eight hundred and eight thousand?

If this person can be used by me, I think my Feng Lingwei combat power can be raised to a higher level.

The masked man on the opposite side obviously didn't expect that these twenty horsemen could exude such a strong murderous aura, and the horses under the seat were frightened and stepped slightly.

Of course, they didn't know that Xu Fusheng had used a small trick to point the secret technique of the Dao Court.

Xu Fusheng stared closely at the cavalry leader opposite, the vitality of heaven and earth instantly converged, and a black long sword appeared in his hand.

The atmosphere is on the verge of a touch!

I saw that the leader of the leader suddenly stiffened in place.

Being able to condense the Yuan Qi Sword out of thin air is a means only available to the shamans of Southern Xinjiang and some mysterious masters.

After a moment, he turned his head and said in a deep voice to his subordinates: "Withdraw!"

The second son looked at Xu Fusheng again, his eyes were hot.

Xu Fusheng's attack just now showed his superb strength.

This is undoubtedly the right person God has rewarded him to deal with his eldest brother.

Xu Fusheng didn't know whether he glanced at the second son intentionally or unintentionally at this time, revealing a meaningful smile.

More than twenty horsemen cautiously walked out of the forest, and after confirming that there was no ambush, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu Fusheng rode side by side with Feng Qingcheng and the second son, but he was not moved by Feng Qing's deliberate pull, but was cold and silent.

Feng Qingglaze doesn't care, knowing that those who have the ability will have a bit of character. Besides, capable people have a little temper to control.

Of course, he didn't know that everything Xu Fusheng had done so far had actually been done on purpose to show them.

From the moment Xu Fusheng arrived in southern Xinjiang, he came for this moment.

Heroes save beauty, show strength in front of Feng Qing glaze, what mysterious masters, all this is just to get close to the center of power.

He came to Southern Xinjiang for the sole purpose of gaining power, and maintaining a moderate level of mystery can elevate a lot of things.

Xu Fusheng, who knew better than anyone that he wanted to deal with the Chongxuan Dao Court, must have a strong power as his backing, and he was full of emotion.

Originally, the hero's rescue of beauty was just the first step in his plan, and he planned to rely on the princess to take the throne, but he didn't expect Feng Qingglaze to appear in such a timely manner.

Since God favored him so much, Xu Fusheng was now more confident to get everything he wanted in Southern Xinjiang Dao.

Chatting aimlessly about some interesting stories in southern Xinjiang, the topic of Feng Qingglaze involuntarily turned to Xu Fusheng's teacher.

Feng Chengcheng leaned on Xu Fusheng's arms and replied:

"Fusheng just came out to practice on the orders of the master, second brother, hurry up and put away your little thoughts. ”

"Oh, which teacher did Xu Gongzi study with?"

Xu Fusheng shook his head solemnly and said, "The master has an order, and he is not allowed to leak the master's information." ”

Feng Qingglaze not only did not feel displeased, but also showed a trace of excitement.

He took it for granted that Xu Fusheng should study under a certain mysterious master in Southern Xinjiang, and everyone knew the mystery of those masters in Southern Xinjiang. It is also a matter of course not to disclose it.

But this shows that Xu Fusheng has a mysterious and powerful master behind him.

Having such a powerful boost is undoubtedly something worth celebrating for yourself.

You must not let the eldest brother pull him away, Feng Qing said secretly.

It's an interesting cycle, and the more Feng Qing Glaze thinks about it like this, the more it matches Xu Fusheng's mystery.

Xu Fusheng said indifferently: "Allure, you just used the ghost fire of Southern Xinjiang?"

Feng Qingcheng nodded.

"No wonder... I heard the master say that only a mysterious and powerful wizard can cultivate the ghost fire in Southern Xinjiang, but I didn't expect you to have this cultivation. ”

"Sister, she has been favored by the wizards of our clan since she was a child, teaching divine arts. ”

In order to win over Xu Fusheng, Feng Qingglaze naturally didn't mind revealing some information.

Xu Fusheng nodded, and then stopped talking, he didn't know much about the secret art of Southern Xinjiang, and he didn't dare to say more.

It's just that I secretly wonder what kind of character this wizard should be in the Southern Xinjiang Dao.

Along the way, he saw that the true qi in Feng Chengcheng's body was not strong, and he had just arrived at the first realm of enlightenment.

However, the secret art of Southern Xinjiang is casually issued, extremely mysterious and super powerful.

If it weren't for the help of artifacts, it should be that the cultivation of the secret art of Southern Xinjiang did not have high requirements for the true element.

If this is the case, then it is similar to some of the secret techniques of the Chongxuan Dao Court.

Everyone has their own thoughts.

Half an hour later, more than 20 horsemen entered Fengcheng.

Fengcheng is completely different from the architectural style of the north, and is full of strong southern Xinjiang style.

The wooden attics, stone walls, and mysterious and intricate pictures and texts make the whole city look mysterious.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the Southern Xinjiang Palace, someone greeted me.

looked at the extra Xu Fusheng and his party and the princess's seven or eight horses. The leader who greeted him was surprised and asked, "Princess, what's going on?"

Feng Chengcheng briefly recounted the events on the road, and then pointed to Xu Fusheng and said:

"It was this warrior who saved me and my second brother, hurry up and inform my father, he should thank my life-saving benefactor. ”

Xu Fusheng was only observing on the periphery some time ago, but now that he has entered the interior, he naturally has to study it carefully.

looked around at this southern Xinjiang palace, not so much that this was the palace.

It is better to say that this is a mountain city in the phoenix city, the courtyard is not luxurious, but it has its own mysterious and heavy.

The stone walls that Xu Fusheng had never seen before were extremely smooth. Huge bluestone stones enclose a mountain city.

Dismounted and followed Feng Qingglaze and his party into the palace, it was another peculiar scene.

The palace occupies a very large area, and there are hundreds of houses distributed in the palace, which are connected by more than a dozen orderly and bluestone-paved avenues.

The most distinctive point is that it rises layer by layer according to the terrain, and each floor is connected by stone steps and slopes respectively, which is convenient for cars to get off and down.

Strange flowers and plants are planted all over the roadside, and spring water from the mountains is introduced to irrigate into streams.

The main buildings are clustered on a large terrace about two miles around the ninth floor, with magnificent pavilions and elegant architecture.

It is composed of wood and stone, from the eaves to the flower windows, and the wisps are meticulously decorated, creating a strong cultural atmosphere of southern Xinjiang.

When Xu Fusheng and his party arrived at the main hall in the center, they found that the main hall was already full of people in different costumes.

Feng Chengcheng whispered to Xu Fusheng:

"Today, it should be the patriarchs of all clans to discuss the affairs of the clan meeting in a month.

The heir of the king of southern Xinjiang will be elected at the clan meeting, which is why the eldest brother is so anxious to kill the second brother. ”

Xu Fusheng, who had also heard some things sporadically on the road, nodded slightly, looking arrogant and indifferent.

But I secretly thought about how to use this environment to do some operations next.

Southern Xinjiang Province is composed of more than a dozen Hakka ethnic groups, and the king of Southern Xinjiang is the most powerful group, and all ethnic groups are subjugated by various means of co-optation and division.

Privately, the relationship is complicated, and each clan has its own armed forces.

It is not enough to unify the tribes, but it is more than enough for self-protection.

Therefore, every major event in Nanjiang Province will be resolved by the patriarchs of various ethnic groups sitting together to discuss and solve it.

In recent years, due to the rapid deterioration of the health of the elderly king of southern Xinjiang, it is necessary to nominate a new heir to the king of southern Xinjiang.

The king of southern Xinjiang had three sons and six daughters, and the second son was the daughter of the Qiang tribe because his mother was the daughter of the Qiang tribe, so he won the support of the powerful Qiang people and various small tribes.

The eldest prince is supported by ancient ethnic groups such as the Yi nationality and the mysterious southern Xinjiang master, and his strength is far greater than that of the second prince.

The third prince has no intention of power, so only the eldest prince and the second prince are fighting openly and secretly.

It may be due to the fact that Nanjiang Province belongs to the barbarian culture. Therefore, the struggle for power and profit between the two sons is also Chiguoguo's unscrupulousness, and there is no sense of beauty in power schemes.

Compared with the political strife of the Shengyuan Dynasty, the battle for the throne in Nanjiang Province is like two children fighting.

Xu Fusheng followed the Feng Qingglaze brothers and sisters into the main hall, and the originally noisy atmosphere in the main hall immediately quieted down.

Obviously, they all knew the news of the attack on the second son.

Without waiting for everyone to speak, Feng Qingglaze looked at the front and faced a man dressed in a gorgeous costume with a gloomy expression on his face and said:

"Big brother, are you disappointed to see me come back?"

Xu Fusheng suddenly felt that the gloomy man's resentful expression flashed when he looked at him.

I couldn't help shaking my head, it seems that these two sons of the king of southern Xinjiang are not fuel-efficient lamps.

However, they are lucky to meet themselves, at least they can see what real intrigue is.

I just don't know if this is a firefight, in the past, these methods have only been rampant in the business world, and I have never been involved in politics.

After carefully looking at the eldest son and the second son, Xu Fusheng already had a plan in his heart.

Sending charcoal in the snow is far more reliable than icing on the cake, and relatively speaking.

It seems that the second son is far less decisive than the eldest son, isn't this just a good trouble for himself?

"Second child, don't you know what day it is?

Dare to bring outsiders to my main hall, or a Han person, are you guilty?" Feng Qingluo stared at Xu Fusheng and slowly spoke.

Everyone immediately began to talk in a low voice, Nanjiang Province did not reject the Han people, but it was definitely not welcome.

Feng Qinghua sneered and said:

"Big brother, don't rush to settle my charges before you figure out the situation, besides, you don't have the power to punish me. ”

After speaking, he pointed to Xu Fusheng and said, "Let me introduce you to you."

Xu Fusheng, it was he and his entourage who rescued me and my little sister today, otherwise I might not have had a chance to see everyone here.

In addition, he came from the depths of the mountains of southern Xinjiang and studied under a mysterious southern Xinjiang master.

From now on, whoever is against him is equivalent to being an enemy of me and my little sister. ”

Xu Fusheng couldn't help but be surprised, this Fengqing glaze was still a bit politically minded.

First of all, I will set myself up as a disciple of a mysterious southern Xinjiang master.

And then through this occasion to win over yourself and the princess, so that everyone dies to win their hearts, tsk, it's a little interesting.

It's just that the words of the second son can't completely stop everyone's questioning.

At least a few patriarchs of the eldest prince's faction immediately began to attack:

"Your Highness, even your savior shouldn't be brought to my Southern Xinjiang Great Hall. ”

Feng Chengcheng lowered his voice and introduced to Xu Fusheng:

"It was the Yi patriarch Luo Kele who spoke, who was Luo Bu's father. Big Brother's most loyal fan. ”

After the introduction, she looked up at Rochler and said, "Uncle Luo, I brought the person, you don't have to target the second brother."

I have already had my father informed of this, and he asked me to bring him to the main hall.

If you still have any opinions, wait for the father to come, and then speak up. ”

Rochler's old face was embarrassed for a while, but he didn't dare to be disrespectful to the princess of Southern Xinjiang.

It's not just because Feng Chengcheng is the daughter of the king of Southern Xinjiang, but mainly because she also has an identity, a closed disciple of a wizard.

Wizards are god-like beings in Southern Xinjiang Dao, and no matter which clan they are, they dare not be disrespectful to wizards.

Looking at this scene, Xu Fusheng was thoughtful.

It seems that the location of Feng Tilt City in the Southern Xinjiang Road is very unusual, but it should be used well.

Soon the hall fell silent again, and an old man who was dying of candles was pushed out surrounded by everyone.

The moment he saw the old man, Xu Fusheng couldn't help but be surprised.

This is the king of Southern Xinjiang who dominates the Southern Xinjiang Road and makes His Majesty the Shengyuan Dynasty jealous?

How can you get old like this?

He was too old and weak, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Xu Fusheng wouldn't have believed it.

The shriveled and thin king of Southern Xinjiang did not look old and thin like the head of the Chongxuan Dao Court.

Rather, it was sickly weak, skinny and bone-like, without a trace of blood on his face.

Feng Qingcheng sighed and said in a low voice, "Father became like this when he mistakenly took a medicine because he was seeking immortality.

All these years, he has relied on the master to use secret techniques to maintain life, and now I am afraid that it has come to an end. ”

Xu Fusheng also sighed, originally he was still counting on relying on the eloquence of the king of southern Xinjiang, but now he can only rely on himself.

The old man did not speak to the patriarchs of the various clans, but looked at Xu Fusheng and said hoarsely: "You are the one who saved Allure?"

Xu Fusheng nodded slowly.

The old man paused, as if looking at Xu Fusheng.

Faced with such an old man, Xu Fusheng didn't dare to make a mistake, so he could only wait quietly.

After a long time, the old man sighed and said, "After waiting for so many years, have you finally arrived?"