From Fang Yuan to the door, he walked to Dading, and stretched out a hot leg of mutton. There was silence in the tent. Their eyes with different emotions stared at Fang Yuan. Hatred, fear, excitement, nervousness, inexplicable. Different emotions swirled inside the tent.

Mr. Fang, please be seated. Jieli, who was on the top, stretched out his hand to signal, and two servants carried a low stool and placed it slightly lower on Jieli's left head. It's a flat hospit.

Fang Yuan was very surprised that Jieli didn't look very hostile to him. Disturb the grassland, kill several grassland masters, as well as countless cavalry, and even kill Bi Xuan, Jieli's strongest supporter. Is Jieli's current bland but unhostile performance pretended, or is he afraid?

Fang Yuan went straight to the seat, at this time, in addition to his hair accessories, Fang Yuan's appearance was different from that of the grassland people, and the clothes on his body had a strong grassland style. The suit is close to the body, and the cloak is covered.

By the time he was seated, the servants had already laid out the cases in front of him. Jieli stretched out his hand and smiled: What does Mr. Fang mean here? If it is here to kill them all, Jieli's good head is here, and Mr. Fang can reach out to take it. Jieli's Chinese language is not hindered by any hindrance, and it is no different from that of the Central Plains.

Fang Yuan keenly noticed that under Jieli's indifferent and bold disguise, the hand hidden in the sleeve of his robe was trembling slightly, and he was ready to attack. Obviously, if Fang Yuan really came to kill him, he would definitely not sit idly by. Several sect master breaths in the tent compartment were not triggered, but none of them could hide Fang Yuan's spiritual sense.

After taking a bite of the leg of lamb, he picked up a milky white liquor that had been poured in front of him and tasted it. sighed: Sure enough, this is the original and authentic taste. But he remembered what he ate in Inner Mongolia in the time and space of the dragon snake. Everyone present was puzzled, but Fang Yuan's obviously praising tone still made everyone's every move slightly relax the tense atmosphere.

Fang Yuan's gaze slanted over him, looking at Jieli's seemingly sincere and honest face, and said with a slight smile: Fang Mou's trip has only two ideas, one is to see what a heroic figure is Jieli Khan who dominates the grassland and looks at the Central Plains. The second is to send Wu Zun's body back to his hometown. Now a wish is fulfilled. As he spoke, he took out a small package from his waist, and continued: "The second thought, I have changed my mind now, and I should leave it to the Khan."

Place the package flat on a table with both hands. Jieli's face also showed a hint of embarrassment and sadness. The pillar of the grassland, the protector god, is now transformed into such a small package. A group of Turkic high-level officials in the tent were full of indignation, a short and stout nobleman shot a few cases, wine and meat were flying, pointing at Fang Yuan with his finger, and said bluntly with a cry: Great Khan, why put up with it so far, the royal court has millions of people who control the strings...

Before he finished speaking, Jieli's face turned cold, and he threw a square bottle over, drank it, and was presumptuous. Then he smiled reluctantly at Fang Yuan: A wild place, I don't know how to be polite. Mr. Fang, forgive me.

If things can be done, why should Jieli endure it, the grassland went to besiege and kill Fang Yuan's grandmasters, and fled day and night, and after he came back, Dun Desire Valley described Fang Yuan's fierce combat power to Jieli. Jieli himself is also a good master of a generation. How can you not know the weight of Bi Xuan and these masters. This person forced Bi Xuan into a desperate situation, and he didn't even hurt him in the slightest. This kind of force is simply earth-shattering, beyond the imagination of many people. Bi Xuan was already the ultimate martial arts that everyone could think of.

As a top-notch existence, Jieli only cares about his own interests, and hating anything is just an excuse for people like him. Fang Yuan's sudden visit had already frightened Jieli. If Fang Yuan didn't pay a visit to the meeting first, but broke in directly. Maybe a person scattered and fled in fright. The camp was in chaos at this time. And Fang Yuan, who had already arrived outside the tent, was only ten zhang apart. Jieli didn't even think of escaping. Even Bi Xuan couldn't escape, Fang Yuan really wanted to kill him, how could he escape? If he didn't dare to receive Fang Yuan, it wouldn't seem that he was afraid. Seeing Fang Yuan calmly, Jieli was keenly aware that Fang Yuan had no killing intent, so he suppressed the panic in his heart and sat down to communicate.

At this time, the accusations of his subordinates made Jieli furious, and he was afraid of causing Fang Yuan to be angry. Within ten steps, the enemy country will be exhausted. Not to mention Fang Yuan? Motioned to the subordinate to pick up the package on Fang Yuanji. Presented in front of Jieli. He stroked the simple wrap wrapped in the pieces of his clothes. Jieli saw that it was Bi Xuan's clothes, and the sadness and indignation in his eyes flashed. Calm said: Wuzun is my Turkic Grand Master, Guardian Saint, Steppe Eagle, and buried as the Khan's gift.

He raised his glass to Fang Yuan and said: Mr. Fang is noble, drink sheng.

Fang Yuan smiled secretly at Jieli's complete style of a doctor from the Central Plains. The grassland people are unswervingly committed to the invasion of the Central Plains, but they also yearn for all the cultures of the Central Plains.

Waving his hand, Fang Yuan drank all the wine in his cup in one gulp, and reached out to break off the front leg of the calf that had been roasting. laughed and said: This trip is over, thank you Khan for your hospitality, Fang said goodbye.

Oppressive tents, quirky quiet. Strange eyes from individuals. Not only was the person in the account nervous and uncomfortable, but Fang Yuan also felt bored. Seeing that Jieli's attitude is acceptable, he also has a high standard for Bi Xuan's future. Fang Yuan continued to stay lazily.

Fang Yuanyi walked out of the tent. There was an instant uproar in the account. Fang Yuan had always been disdainful of the mouth cannon that was not supported by strength. Lazy to pay attention to what they discuss to deal with themselves. Under the quiet gaze of a group of Turkic elites, a few ups and downs disappeared into the camp and disappeared.

A company escaped from the camp and rode for dozens of miles. I can't hear any movement in the camp anymore. Fang Yuancai slowed down. In a military camp of 400,000 people. Fang Yuan was confident in his strength, but he was also highly nervous, once Jieli's head was muddy, it would inevitably be a bitter battle. You can't keep yourself, but don't want to leave intact.

Everything was done, and just out of tension, Fang Yuan felt like he had unloaded his burden, and his whole body was relaxed. Slowed down the speed of the horse under the crotch. All the way to the southeast. Over there is the Great Wall, in the direction of the Central Plains. The next stop, Fang Yuan, wants to go to Luoyang. Originally, it was planned to get rid of a few traitor warlords by the way, but now the steppe is in chaos. Presumably, they won't have much support. In the future, I will leave it to the heroes who want to fight for the world. It's too tiring to be a free thug for them myself.

Driving indulgently on the prairie, Fang Yuan's mood was very different from when he came. It's only the second world, and many ideas are inevitably taken for granted, and they are too affected by the real world. Except for the deepest basic insistence, these traces of influence may slowly wear away in the heavenly worlds. After going through it, his mind became more mature.

When he approached the Hulunbuir area again, Fang Yuan saw some traces of Eastern Turkic soldiers and horses. Obviously, the Eastern Turks had long been prepared for the likely retaliation of Jieli. But none of this has anything to do with Fang Yuan. He avoided all the clans and cavalry along the way.

Well, someone has come after him, and he has come within two miles. Fang Yuan simply stopped. After the tea effort, the five horsemen chased Fang Yuan a few zhang away, and jumped down. It turned out to be a Han scholar, three fully armored cavalrymen, and a tall horse with a blood-red body followed. There were about forty scribes, thin and handsome. After dismounting, Fang Yuan Yi saluted and said: Yuan Shizhang, the secretary of the National Teacher's Seat, has seen Grandmaster Fang. serve

Fang Yuan was surprised. National teacher? There is a national teacher in the Eastern Turkic territory, the demon marshal Zhao Deyan. This master of the top three of the Demon Gate, what are you doing sending people to see you. I don't understand, and what kind of character this Yuan Shizhang is, Fang Yuan can't remember the original book now, and he doesn't know if it has appeared.

Fang Yuan said directly with a smile: Yuan Shizhang, I see that you are also a Han, how can you do things for the Turks? What did Zhao Deyan send you for? Fang didn't remember any intersection with the dignified demon handsome.

Yuan Shizhang's face was bitter, and he said embarrassedly: Sect Master Fang smiled. The national teacher has recently won a few Arab sweat and blood horses. I heard that Grandmaster Fang wanted to return to the Central Plains, so he gave a BMW and chatted with Grandmaster for transportation. With that, he motioned to the knight to move the blood-red horse in front of Fang Yuan.

If you look closely, the horse's coat is ruddy, but there is nothing peculiar. It's just taller than the average horse. Sweat and blood BMW is named after the blood-red sweat left behind during long-distance travel. This Fang Yuan has understood, but it is not clear how to distinguish it. But look at Zhao Deyan's eyes. I don't want to be fake.

I just don't understand what Zhao Deyan means by making such a play. Too lazy to think too much. Fang Yuan patted the long face of the sweaty BMW. Said to Yuan Shizhang: Okay, the magic handsome mind, Fang Mou received it. Since the magic marshal is thriving in the grassland, don't go to the Central Plains to make waves. I hope you tell me truthfully, otherwise one day it will fall into Fang's hands, don't blame Fang for not remembering today's gift of horses.

After speaking, regardless of Yuan Shizhang's ugly face, he jumped on the sweaty BMW. Clamped, suppressed the struggle of the sweaty horse, waved his hand to cut the zebra stiff rope left by Bi Xuan, and shouted, go freely, don't be caught again in the future.

A sweaty horse, go away.

At this time, Kou Zhong, Xu Ziling and Fu Junwu went down the canal and boarded the Song family's fleet. The tenacious plot is chaotic and tampered with, but still maintains inertia.

In the mountain city of the Song family, Song Que silently engraved Fang Yuan's name on the top of the whetstone. Ning Daoqi, the Four Holy Monks, Zhu Yuyan, Shi Zhixuan, these big names all set their eyes on the grassland. Bi Xuan's fall has shocked the balance that has been formed for decades. A tiger suddenly appears in the midst of the pack. The situation that is gradually becoming clear in the world is uncertain again.

Crossing the sea alone and overwhelming a country. Disturb the grassland and kill Wu Zun. Among the other armies, it seems that the Hui Jieli and the like did not kill Bi Xuan and overwhelm the shock of the Goguryeo country. But for the leaders of the various forces, the potential threat is too deep.

The Grand Master also did not dare to go deep into the local core and kill the leader of the opposing party. But Fang Yuan drove straight into it twice, proving that he could.

When Fang Yuan stepped into the Gobi Desert again, the situation in the Central Plains was also tense because of him. A peerless master who can kill the Grand Master can already be compared to the strategic deterrence of nuclear bombs in modern society. Any force that gains his support will have an overwhelming advantage.

The speed of the sweaty horse is even more amazing than the speed of Bi Xuan's two BMWs, and the endurance is also amazingly good. A sweaty BMW like a modern space-time get a limited edition Aston Martin. Fang Yuan saw that he was happy to hunt, so he used qi and blood to stimulate the acupoints every day to nourish the body of the sweaty horse. The sweaty horse grew stronger and stronger, and its tall body began to swell again. Speed and endurance are all increasing.

Entering the Gobi and leaving the grassland, it is the territory of the Central Plains. After traveling for half a day, Fang Yuan entered the Wuyuan County City of Biansai. The county town of Wuyuan is just a small border city, with a population of thousands in addition to the garrison. The Sui army here also declined early, the soldiers and silver were insufficient, and the news of the uprisings in the Central Plains came out, and the garrison fled and did not know how many. Now it has been reduced to the territory of gangs, caravans.

After Fang Yuan entered the city, he found that many caravans were stationed, and there were many people and horses, and the remote town was more lively than ever. I found a small restaurant at random and sat down, and the merchants who were blocked in the small city crowded the only few small restaurants. You don't need to ask, just find a corner and sit for a while, and you will get a general idea of the news. Recently, well-informed caravans knew that the steppe was in turmoil, and it would take some time for the nearby tribes to move south. It's all waiting for Wuyuan.

The situation in the Central Plains at this time, including Ssangyong, was listed as the top master of the younger generation because of his Heyu culture and fighting, and became famous. Other Li Zitong, Du Fuwei, Li Mi, Du Jiande, including Wang Bo, who announced his retirement from the competition, and some warlords, large and small, all appeared in Fang Yuan's ears.

I ordered a few dishes in the small restaurant to deal with a meal, and I haven't had a good meal recently, and the rough meals feel extra sweet. During the meal, I occasionally heard some news from the Central Plains, and Yang Guang went south again. This may be Yang Guang's last southern tour. Although I don't remember the general time, Yang Guang should have officially stayed in Yangzhou this time, only to be killed by Yu Wenhua and the rebellion, and never had a chance to return to the Northern Imperial City.

It's a pity that there is a generation of Ming monarchs and a generation of tyrants. Fang Yuan secretly sighed, in his own trip, the north was delayed for a while, and he might not have the opportunity to see Yang Guang alive. It's a pity to miss meeting this controversial tyrant in later generations. But it's not like seeing Yang Guang. The jade seal of the country, the relics of the evil emperor. This kind of strange treasure that he has never seen in his life, Fang Yuan wants to see it. I don't have the idea of possession, I just want to see and see.