From Liaodong, as shown on the map. The Golden Horde of the Turkic royal family is in the Hulunbuir region. Hulun and Bell are two lakes that are names. Where rivers and lakes are abundant, grasslands are particularly abundant. It is one of the fattest places in the vast prairie.

After calculating the general direction, Fang Yuan didn't stop long, and went straight to the Hulunbuir grassland of the Turkic Golden Horde. It's thousands of miles away. There has been no human population in the vast grassland for a long time. The steppe peoples all survive in a tribal way. Every year, they migrate from north to south, and it is not yet summer, and most of the tribes are still in the northern area.

Looking northwest from Liaodong, it was the southern part of the grassland, and Fang Yuan walked for seven days in a row. With his physical strength, he ran for more than 2,000 miles in seven days. When the body arrives, a glance at the boundless vast grassland, at first glance, it makes people open-minded and heroic. It's been monotonous for a long time, and there is little life. It makes people feel empty and lonely. Boring.

For seven days in a row, Fang Yuan only saw one or two tribes that were preparing to move south. They are all small tribes that have been bullied and oppressed in the north, and they can't get by, so they moved south in advance or fled south.

All Turkic tribes were chieftains who owned everything, and herdsmen, cattle, sheep and horses were the private property of chiefs and nobles. Many herders herded hundreds of cattle and sheep, but they died of cold and starvation in the cold winter. The savagery of the steppe people also had a small riding and archery environment, which allowed them to invade when the Central Plains was in decline. However, the backwardness of culture has made it difficult for the grassland to become a climate. Once the Central Plains is strong, it will be driven to a dead end and self-extinction. Countless powerful steppe peoples eventually disappeared into the grasslands.

Dragon and snake time and space, Fang Yuan passed through the grassland several times, from the history of three invasions of the Central Plains, and he had no good impression of the greatly destroyed grassland in the Central Plains. But the enthusiastic herders allowed him to alleviate many of his grievances with the steppe people. It was only later when I read the book that I saw the truth from it. The only ones who really did evil to the Central Plains were those khans, royal families, and great nobles.

For selfish desires, he led troops to the Central Plains to rob, and asked the wizard to brainwash the tribesmen and let them rob. The herdsmen at the bottom are just ignorant and insensitive, and they are no different from the people at the bottom of the Central Plains, except for the gap in the level of civilization.

On the ninth day, Fang Yuan finally arrived near the grassland, the core of the Turkic royal family. If it weren't for the map, there were some deviations and errors. Fang Yuan had already arrived. He can travel more than 500 miles in a day. As a result, there was still a deviation in the detour, and it took a little more effort.

After a small tribe that migrated south obtained a horse, Fang Yuan's whole person relaxed a lot. It was a mistake to start without riding a horse before.

After entering the core area of the grassland, Fang Yuan encountered the most wolves instead of the horses that were often visible. The most ferocious tribes in the steppes are the Turks, and the most ferocious animals are the wolves. And the Turks call themselves wolves.

The vast steppe is expanded by the horse's hooves, and the horizon is always infinite. The gray-white steed under the crotch is now a simple dark cloud, all the way to the west, slowly, another day, from the barren weedy hills to the endless flat green world, Hulun, Bell, fishing sea, countless lakes, and several rivers. Flat terrain. Let Hulunbuir grassland become the richest place on the grassland. Jieli Khan's Golden Horde has been here for a long time.

Fang Yuan didn't see the Turkic Golden Horde, and the trip was coming to an end. Because of his undisguised itinerary along the way, when he entered the area near Hulunbuir, he encountered large Turkic tribes several times a day. And packs of horse thieves, wolves. The horse thieves and wolves fell before him, and there were countless of them. At the same time, his deeds have long been mastered by the Turks.

The result is no mercy. The next day, Fang Yuan encountered three groups of cavalry blocking the road, and at most one group had more than 400 people. Not many Turkic people can speak Chinese, and they are generally of the upper class. At first, it was a conflict caused by poor verbal communication, and then it was purely revenge, and it was a bridge of continued revenge.

It was almost evening, and Fang Yuan stopped by a small lake.

The last wave of more than 400 cavalry was routed by Fang Yuan nearby. No more than a few dozen people were killed, and the rest of the people scattered and talked. Fang Yuan gathered the more than 100 good horses left behind. One walked to the lake and stopped.

Relying on the small lake, there is a small tribe of Turkic people. Fang Yuan took a little effort. Soon, the leader of this tribe knew about the gap, swept away some of the young women with the elite, and fled directly. A small tribe of nearly 2,000 people left behind four or five hundred old, weak, sick and disabled. Fang Yuan let these old, weak, sick and disabled people move away by themselves.

At night, apart from a lonely tent, there was a mess of pastures, and only horses roaming around. Everything that could be taken away was taken away. Those who stayed behind had no resentment or gratitude for Fang Yuan, only a piece of numbness.

After Fang Yuan entered the Turkic core, he had only traveled less than five hundred miles in the past three days. After he knew that the little minions, there must be a powerful person to intercept them.

I don't know if it will be Bi Xuan coming over in person. As the protector god of the Turks, the god of martial arts. Bi Xuan should be able to do it himself.

For Fu Cailin, Bi Xuan and others, Fang Yuan admires them from the heart, and they have a firm belief in protecting their own nation. Song Que also had the orthodox concept of the Han family. Shi Zhixuan incarnated into the dynasty and split foreign races, which is also meritorious. On the contrary, Ning Daoqi, who is known as the world's No. 1, has no principles. However, judging from the original work, this person has a relatively soft nature and basically does not kill. Participation in politics is still Taoist from the root analysis. But it's a fake Tofolia. Li Tang gained the world, and in the end, it was the Taoists who benefited the most.

It's just that Fang Yuan still doesn't like this person very much. But it doesn't get to the point where you have to teach a lesson. As for several warlords backed by the Turks, such as Liu Wuzhou, Gao Kaidao, and Liang Shidu, Fang Yuan was determined to sweep them away one by one.

As soon as Qianyuan analyzed, the Turks really relied on Bi Xuan, who was not only at the top, but also at the bottom. With him in the Turks, he can still be connected together. If he is not there, the grasslands themselves will be in chaos. Khan or something, even if Fang Yuan assassinated him, the damage to the Turks would not be so great.

The strength of the Turks came from the fact that they unified all the steppe cavalry. It is impossible to kill all the Turkic cavalry, then cut off their faith. The whole plate naturally collapsed and scattered.

Able to break through hundreds of elite cavalry unscathed. At least the top people in the Grandmaster. The Turks are not fools either, and it is impossible to send people to pursue a person in the vast steppe. Fang Yuan's estimate was right, the Turks really came to intercept him.

Around the end of the day. The night breeze floats, and the bright moon hangs obliquely. The night is getting darker.

The grassland under the starry sky is deserted. Fang Yuan was on the east shore of the small lake. The small lake is only a few tens of feet from east to west, and if it is overgrazed all year round, the lake may disappear into the grassland in a few decades.

In addition to various disasters, most of the herders are in this kind of search for pasture and are constantly on the move. This is the sorrow of the steppe peoples. But once a strong leader called, they fiercely rushed into the Central Plains, burned and looted, and released the demons in their hearts.

While thinking about it, Fang Yuan's ears moved slightly, and there was a slight vibration sound.

The sound of the grassland spreads far away under the silent night sky. The sound was at least dozens of miles away, and it took half a moment. Fang Yuan had cleared his ears and heard that the two horsemen were approaching here. After a while, the sound of horses' hooves faded into obscurity. Fang Yuan didn't look back, he was always sensing the unity of heaven and man, and he had already noticed that the two or three horses had stopped two or three miles away.

But the people didn't stay, and they didn't stop until they were more than ten zhang near Fang Yuan.

The visitor looked at the tent by the lake and Fang Yuan said leisurely: "Very good, Your Excellency has even chosen the cemetery, that is the best." For a few days, your Excellency disturbed all the Turkic tribes of our country, and there was no peace. The deity had no choice but to take action and let Your Excellency rest here.

The mortuaries on the grassland are all secluded locations, tents are set up, and corpses are placed. Except for an empty tent. It's like a cemetery.

Fang Yuan looked back, there were people in their thirties, bronzed skin, handsome face, a wild linen robe, and a majestic figure. Basically any good word can be applied to this person. A combination of perfection and strength.

No wonder these steppe barbarians worship your Excellency as a god. Fang Yuan replied strangely. The person who came was the famous Wuzun Bi Xuan, who had been famous in the grassland for decades and was invincible.

I really didn't expect that this little movement would provoke Wu Zun to come out. Okay, okay, it seems to have saved me a lot of effort. Fang Yuan smiled again after Fang Yuan finished replying, and continued with satisfaction.

Bi Xuan's eyes were full of wild aggression and mystery, and they were even deeper in the moonlight. He glanced Fang Yuan up and down and said, "Who is Your Excellency, so as not to know how to carve a tombstone for Your Excellency later."

Fang Yuan didn't release any momentum now, everything was restrained. Even Bi Xuan's spiritual sense did not sense any warning of danger. But the realm of being one with the world at all times is extraordinary. In the realm, he may not be much lower than himself.

The characters who stand at the top of the world not only have the courage to encompass the world in a grand way, but also have absolute confidence in themselves. Bi Xuan has been invincible in the grassland for decades, and even in the world, there are only three or two people who can be opponents. The momentum cultivated is more majestic than Fu Cailin's trapping in the small country of Goguryeo.

Bi Xuan didn't think that Fang Yuan could defeat him. The whole tone is bold, if it is an ordinary top grandmaster, it will also be naturally suppressed, and it will be a little less powerful. But Fang Yuan is no longer a person, after he has just defeated Fu Cailin and tried out the position of his martial arts in this world, he has no taboos. Unless Xiang Yutian has not been broken, there is no resistance in the world at this time. How could it not be taken by Bi Xuan's words?

Why bother with words, a certain Han Fang Yuan. Specially to break the grassland gas number. After beheading Brother Bi, this martial honor, it is difficult to do anything if you want to come to the grassland. I don't know if Brother Bi's Yanyang Miraculous Skill will disappoint Fang. Although Fang Yuan had turned to face each other, his negative hand posture had not changed. A green shirt was spotless. He has a demure temperament and is not like a martial artist.

Bi Xuan's eyes flashed, and his figure elongated like a phantom. Such characters will not be moved by their tongues, nor will they be bound by the world, they are ready to kill Fang Yuan, and at this time, they will do it.

Without the strength to soar, a scorching breath was overwhelming, as if distorting space, and it came towards Fang Yuan's cover. Sense the sensation that the surrounding space seems to be drained of moisture. Fang Yuan smiled faintly. The miraculous feats of the hot sun are well deserved. For him, Bi Xuan is much more interesting than Fu Cailin. Fu Cailin's sword game focuses on creating a chess game, and then looking for your loopholes in his chess game. This kind of tactic is too unpleasant for Fang Yuan.

Bi Xuan's scorching sun miracle skills are extremely hot, explosive, and the best at holding strong hits. In his early years, Bi Xuan also used a moon wolf spear. The Turkic name was Ayihua or something, and Fang Yuan couldn't remember it clearly. But it hasn't been used for years. defeated the opponent with only a few simple punches, and after becoming a great master, he didn't even have a single shot.

At this time, a punch was struck, with strong confidence and scorching intent. It doesn't matter if you don't use weapons for their practical use. It doesn't increase much combat power if you use it. At this realm, every fist and palm is an extremely powerful weapon.

Still carrying one hand, Fang Yuan put his right hand into a fist, and also punched out. At the end of the continuous expansion of the heat, the bronze fist seemed to break through the space, revealing from it, and met Fang Yuan's understated punch.

Fang Yuan's punch seemed simple, but it was an explosion with all his strength, but the punch power was restrained and focused on one point.

There was silence at the intersection of the fists. A few feet away, there was a sound from Peng, and the air exploded at the moment when the fists collided. In the next moment, Bi Xuan's tall figure retreated sharply and returned to the original place. After settling down, Bi Xuan suddenly laughed a few times and said: Good means, since sixty years ago, I have never fallen into the disadvantage. Forty years ago, he fought with Ning Daoqi and was evenly matched. For the first time, I encountered the taste of being suppressed, and I was happy.

Bi Xuan secretly felt that today was too big, when did such a master appear among the Han people. That punch just now is a real great master master. If you don't give it your all, it doesn't seem to be possible.

Fang Yuan put his hands behind his back and said leisurely: There are not many people like you in the world, and today Fang Mou had to kill you, it's a pity.