Cross the snow-capped mountains of the peninsula and enter the plains. There is already a steppe meteorology.

Although nearly a month has passed, the Spring Festival Gala has bloomed in the south, and the north has only warmed up slightly.

Fang Yuan wore a thin green shirt and traveled from afar, the smell of wind and dust was visible, but his clothes were as clean as new.

Liaodong County is located in the mixed area of Khitan, Xi, Murwei and Turkic.

A large number of foreigners and Han Chinese are mixed, and there are many markets. A large number of horses, ironware, furs, and mountain goods were traded here.

Fang Yuan crossed the Yalu River all the way, and traveled hundreds of miles to Liaodong City to get rid of Goguryeo. At this time, Goguryeo was far larger than later generations, and most of Liaoning, as well as part of Hebei and Jilin, now belong to Goryeo.

The entire northeast is now occupied by the Khitan, Murwei, Xi, and dozens of tribes, large and small, all the way to the whole of Eastern Siberia.

As soon as you enter the edge of the grassland, you will feel that the view is vast.

A barren and desolate place is the general description of the Northland at this time.

Large and small horse markets are distributed in this area and even further north in the areas controlled by the ministries.

The grassland tribes control a vast area, but the actual control is very weak. Killing, slavery, chaos, poverty, are the main tone of the steppe. The market and the main settlements of the tribes are relatively stable, and these are basically controlled by large and small gangs, horse bandits, and steppe nobles. Too much confusion is not conducive to trading and selling stolen goods, as well as in exchange for supplies.

Although relatively safe in the wilderness and relative to merchants, there are no civilians in these places. The grassland ethnic groups are all soldiers. Tribal leaders, large and small, are the kings of the region.

Without the layers of government control in the Central Plains, all the tribes of the steppe were subservient to the golden tent of a few khans. The minister who ran the clan on behalf of the khan was also the head of several large tribes.

The steppe pays attention to the powerful superiors, even if the Khan, the decline of the direct strength is still pulled down and replaced.

One of the markets that Fang Yuan is passing through now is one of the larger ones, called Liaoji.

A market that has been formed over the years is always home to thousands of people, and the ground is full of sewage and horse manure, as well as dense tents, livestock, carts and horses, making it unbearable for newcomers to live here.

The difference with the city and county is that there are no fixed streets here, it is mobile, and a large number of tents surround an open space, which is a trading point, and large and small trading points form a market. I'll come and go, and every day there will be trading points to be dismantled, and others will be re-formed.

Avoid piles of cow and horse feces and sewage, and knights with numerous pigtails on their heads in pairs, or green turbans on their bald heads, with a slanted collar on their left side, and a scimitar. Fang Yuan walked into the market.

These are Khitan knights. This market is supposed to be dominated by the Khitans, the Goryeo people love to wear white clothes, the Huitong people get tattoos, and the Murowei people wholesale. The grassland tribes are easy to distinguish from hair accessories and clothing.

In addition to merchants, there were also tribal knights in the bazaar, and it was rare to see solo travelers, especially Han Chinese.

When Fang Yuandu entered the market, most of the people looked at it, and some foreign knights all showed hideous and fierce expressions. The market has its own rules, and there is generally no blatant bullying of the weak, but it doesn't matter if you leave the market.

I sneered in my heart, but I still walked in.

The grasslands are vast, and if you are not careful, you will lose your way. Fang Yuan was worried that he didn't lead the party, and all he met along the way were small minions. Catch a few, and don't even understand which direction the Turks are in. Some don't even know about the Great Sui.

I finally caught someone who knew about the market and found it. It is impossible to say that there is a tribal chief and nobleman behind the presiding, or a gang of horse bandits. Even the Han merchants who traded here had a great background. There is no bit of background to feed the steppe wolves early.

I wandered around the market, threw away a few goldfish, bought some precious herbs from the previous year, and a good horse. Loudly asked a Han guy for directions. Forget the bait. Before dusk, Fang Yuan Shi Shiran left the market.

It is not a few miles to the vicinity of the Liao River.

A wide field with small hills, dotted with sparse trees, Fang Yuan stopped at a small lake. The small lake joins the Liao River, which is a high-quality water source nearby.

Let the horse go to drink water, Fang Yuan untied the package on the horse's back. I opened the food I bought in the market, took a sip, shook my head with a smile, and a roast chicken quickly went down.

Throwing away the broken bones and getting up to look around, Fang Yuan smiled and said: This ingredient is delicious enough, adding a bit of flavor. I've eaten it all, you can come out.

After a few slight clicks, a few clicks, a moment came out of the grove with six or seven men dressed in samurai shorts, armed with long knives.

Fang Yuan was a little surprised, half of them were Han Chinese, and only a few of them had strange hairstyles of foreigners. The first few people were all Han Chinese, and it seems that it was a team dominated by Han Chinese.

Ignoring the surprised expressions of several people, Fang Yuan smiled and said: Who knows how the Turkic royal court will go, and who are the most fierce tribes in the grassland fighting grass valley. For the sake of the same Han people, those who know the answer can only faint for an hour, and those who don't know can confess their last words and prepare to add some fertilizer to this grove.

The first man with a scar on his face smiled and said: "I'm so daring, don't think that a little drug avoidance is enough, Ma Ye has never missed what he wanted. Hand over your belongings, maybe the uncle is in good spirits, and leave you with a whole corpse.

The person behind him burst into laughter, looking extremely relaxed. These people don't know how many of these things they've done. Merchant caravans that are lone or few are their targets.

Fang Yuan didn't know if the characters behind these people had appeared in the original book. But it doesn't matter, the heart grabs it and asks.

Originally, it was to lure people to the bait, so that they could follow the vine and touch the melon, and at this time they were lazy to talk to these little minions. As soon as the figure was unfolded, a few feet of distance swept by, the big sleeves swept, and the fingers were plucked and the 'bell bell bell' made several consecutive sounds, like the sound of iron.

The seven long blades flew diagonally, twisted or broken, none of them intact.

Fang Yuan had already taken his hands and stood up. Seven people in the field fell to the ground. A group of miscellaneous soldiers who were only second-rate in the lead, and the other third-rate were not in the third-rate, which made Fang Yuan interpret the word "second kill" very well.

Before he could do this, the bandit nature who was greedy for life and afraid of death quickly explained all the information asked by Fang Yuan. These people are only familiar with some information about the grasslands in Liaodong and Hebei. The Eastern and Western Turks had only heard of it, and they didn't even know the specific location, and they knew a little bit about it, but Fang Yuan was not very interested in it. The person behind them is also a trickster who has never heard of it.

Fang Yuan couldn't remember any characters around here in the original book, so he asked carefully, and most of the characters he explained either couldn't remember whether they had appeared in the tricks, or they had never appeared at all. Anyway, there was a Beiba gang among them, and Fang Yuan was somewhat impressed.

The leader of the Beiba Gang is called Du Xing, nicknamed Overlord, and this guy is remembered in the original book as the main behind-the-scenes figure in the north to write off the accounts of the wolf bandits and others. He also had a good relationship with the Turkic Khan. The martial arts have passed, and the original appearance is not small.

After asking and understanding that Du Xing often went to Yanyuanji, which was less than three hundred miles away, Fang Yuan turned back directly, and took down two groups of foreign knights along the way, and he didn't bother to ask, and directly crushed him.

When Fang Yuan returned to the market, it was already dark.

By the time he was in charge of the lamp, Fang Yuan had already lived in the best tent, ate the best lamb, and drank the best wine.

The high-end force of the market did not survive a stick of incense, Fang Yuan successfully became an immortal heaven, allowing the grassland people who admired strength to enjoy what power was.

A worn-out sheepskin map was in Fang Yuan's hand at this time. Two beautiful prairie girls were pouring wine and cutting meat for Fang Yuan. Judging from the map, the Eastern Turk king's tent turned out to be under the Yudujin Mountain near Har and Lin. The tent of the Western Turkic king was in Qiuzi.

Seeing the rudimentary map, without the correct proportions, it was difficult for Fang Yuan to tell how far it was, compared to his own geographical view, the general orientation should be correct, that is, the above route mountains and rivers are simply miserable.

According to the name of the map, the Eastern Turkic king's tent was located in the northeast of Lake Baikal, and the location of present-day Outer Mongolia was several thousand miles from the northeast and west of Liao.

The Western Turks are in Central Asia, in the territory of modern Afghanistan, and thousands of miles. I don't know how those people in the original book dangled around, the rhythm of running and breaking legs.

The Turkic king's tent is now in the eastern Turkic north, in the middle of two large lakes. In modern time and space, this place should belong to Russia. Jieli Khan, Bi Xuan should be here.

After a little groaning, Fang Yuan said secretly: Catch Du Xing first and say, this guy should be most familiar with the situation on the grassland. Well, there is also a Zhishilang Wang Bo and his Changbai double murderers in this piece, which are not good things, educate them by the way, so as not to make trouble for Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling in the future. It's enough to think about yourself as a big brother.

There is still a desert gang leader left, and it is a thing that colludes with wolf thieves in the original book, and it is not a good thing. They all have to be cleaned up. The situation in the grassland is too complicated, and these people are the head snakes of the land, and they can all be reused.

At this time, Fang Yuan's situation was actually not very optimistic. The strength has increased too quickly, and there is not much experience in life and death battles. Seeing that the realm of God is not bad has declined slightly after the cultivation of the Flawless Chapter.

Regard the masters of the Tang Dynasty as indigenous ants. Although Fang Yuan didn't admit it in his heart, in fact, this was the case now. After defeating Fu Cailin, it is even more prominent.

Someone led the way, and in the afternoon of the next day, Fang Yuan found the location of the Desert Gang.

Jing Kang looked like a benevolent elder on the surface, colluding with wolf thieves behind his back, and at the same time pretending to befriend Xia Jun.

Fang Yuan frightened the snake all the way, and then waited for the cold desert to help the people gather, and defeated them all in tea time. Jing Kang saw that the master in the gang didn't look at a blow at all, and was ready to escape from behind the door. As a result, he was directly blocked by the keen Fang Yuan.

Ignore Jing Kang's routines. Directly burst out of qi and blood, and made a move.

Jing Kang is still a little far from the grandmaster, although the weather is pure after a lifetime, it is not far from the average beginner grandmaster. But who is Fang Yuan? Now Fang Yuan, who is breaking out with all his strength, a great master like Fu Cailin can't stop it, so he can only retreat.

The ghostly body, a style of Wang Chao's famous stunt, turned the world upside down. Fang Yuan now likes this feeling of overwhelming people with force more and more.

Jing Kang had no power to parry, so he was pressed to the ground with a palm, and as soon as Fang Yuan's strength spit out, he was thrown into the ground, only his head exposed.

This was Fang Yuan's strength mysterious, deliberately sparing him to live, spitting his strength into the ground. Otherwise, if you go down with one palm, you have to press your head to your chest.

The tragic appearance of Jing Kang and the masters of the Han Mo Gang completely shocked everyone.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the Han Desert Gang was honest and obediently invited Fang Yuan to the first seat of the station.

Fang Yuan took Jing Kang's big smoking gun as a weapon and looked at it carefully, and discarded it casually as Jing Kang's eyebrows jumped.

looked at the figure of Jing Jing's trembling anti-Japanese war standing at the bottom, and said: Do you know Du Xing, where is Wang Bo? Find them out.

These people are afraid of power but not of virtue. There is no need to be polite at all, the more fierce they are, the more obedient they are. At this time, Fang Yuan, who was gradually showing signs of entering the demon, was the object of their fear.

However, for only five days, except for the Changbai faction, which was a little far away, it was ignored for the time being. The other three gangs and several clans all became Fang Yuan's lackeys.

At this time, the news of Goryeo also happened to arrive, and the combination of the two, Fang Yuan's current prestige has become an unprovoked figure in the Yanyun region.

However, this prestige is limited to people with hearts and high-level figures in the martial arts. The transmission of messages in ancient societies was too backward. Even if this is heard, most people still believe it half-believed, or don't believe it at all. Only a few gangs and clans that had already suffered from Fang Yuan were convinced. Don't dare to move a little.

Du Xing didn't wait for Fang Yuan to come to the door, and after getting the news, he fled first. People like him don't put themselves in danger easily.

Although this person is nicknamed the overlord and seems to be a mighty and reckless man, he is actually as cunning as a fox, otherwise he would not have a great momentum, and he can also intersect with the Turkic Khan. The personnel and property of the Beiba Gang that he left behind that could not escape were also quickly absorbed by Jing Kang and others.

Although there was the great god Fang Yuan pressing on their heads, Jing Kang and the others were now willing to do so. Fang Yuan only briefly ordered some things, mostly ignoring their internal affairs.

There is Fang Yuan to subdue everything, as long as he serves Fang Yuan well. The gangs that are now integrated together are far more powerful than the cold desert gang in the past. It's just that half of the masters in the other gangs have fled. There are not many good players who can compare to Jing Kang.

For Fang Yuan, it can only be used reluctantly.