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The caravan of the Rising Sun Merchant House was very large, and there were as many as three or four hundred people in yellow robes wearing soft armor inside, a purple forehead belt tied on their foreheads, and riding tall horses.

Moreover, the horses under the crotches of those yellow-robed guards are not ordinary horses, but black-armored war horses wearing black armor, all of which are good horses in a thousand.

The black-armored war cavalry can only be possessed by a big force like the Rising Sun Trading House, which is comparable to the existence of the heavy cavalry of the three empires.

Of course, the yellow-robed guards of the Rising Sun Trading House did not dare to openly wear battle armor, combat boots, and combat helmets on their heads. Because in this way, it is a taboo of the three empires.

If you train your guards privately, the empire can turn a blind eye, but if you train your troops privately, it will be different in nature. At any time, he will be charged with conspiracy, causing a catastrophe of raiding his family and exterminating his family.

But even so, it is not an exaggeration to say that these three or four hundred yellow-robed guards of the Rising Sun, even if they encounter thousands of robbers, can rely on the black armor under their crotch to scatter and defeat them in an instant.

"Look at other people's equipment...... That's called being well-equipped!" The bearded man carrying the big axe saw the black-armored heavy riders under the crotch of those yellow-robed guards, licked his lips, and the envy in his eyes was undisguisedly exposed.

Flags are waving, chariots and horses are whistling, this is simply a march, not a caravan doing business. The pomp of the Rising Sun caravan was big enough to deter several bandit forces who wanted to fight them.

"Hehe, Brother Beard, if you are envious, you can join the Rising Sun Trading Company! Presumably, with Brother Beard's strength, isn't it easy to be the commander of the guard?" said Boss Zheng with a smile.

"Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, This bearded man is obviously a man who would rather be a beggar than a slave.

The bearded man and the others slowed down the speed of the convoy and followed the back of the Rising Sun caravan from a distance, and the smoke and dust in front of them blew in front of them from time to time, and everyone was not concerned, but talked and laughed easily.

It seems that following behind others and eating smoke and dust is also a pleasure.

Even the bearded man hung the big axe he was carrying on the saddle, ripped off the leather armor on his chest, and chatted with Boss Zheng, pulling around, spitting everywhere.

It's all because there are people from the Rising Sun Caravan in front of them to open the way, and if there is anything, there are people in front of them to carry it, so of course they don't have to be so nervous with big beards.

In the carriage of Boss Zheng, a salt merchant in the Central Plains, Gu Fei was silent, although he wanted to rush forward, pull out that Chu Tian, and slap him to death with one palm.

However, now is not the time, and it is necessary to be patient. His strength has not been fully restored, the residual poison in his body has not been completely expelled, and he has martial arts supernatural powers, and he cannot exert ten percent of his power.

"I'll let you live for two more days!" Gu Fei forcibly suppressed the anger in his chest, he had to do this, he wanted to kill Chu Tian in his peak state, because that Chu Tian was not simple, he couldn't succeed in one blow, and he escaped, which was also a trouble.

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I have to say that the Southern Wilderness is really vast, and after walking on the avenue leading to the Dragon Emperor City for two days in succession, I vaguely saw a huge city, like a wild beast entrenched at the end of the endless primeval forest sea.

That is the Dragon Imperial City of the Southern Wilderness, no one knows when the Dragon Imperial City was built, even the old antiques on the mainland, and they don't know. The history of the existence of the Dragon Emperor City may be too long, so that the memory of the Dragon Emperor City has been wiped out by that ruthless time.

Some people have rumored that the Dragon Emperor City has been stored in the Southern Wilderness since ancient times, but this rumor is impossible to study, even the oldest classics preserved on the mainland, there is no record of when this giant city appeared.

The sunset is like blood, dyeing all the floating clouds in the sky into fiery red, forming a gorgeous fire cloud, on the avenue, the convoy stretches for miles, the noisy life, the neighing of horses, resounds.

And at the front of the convoy was the most powerful, well-equipped, and flag-flying Rising Sun caravan, with three or four hundred yellow-robed guards, riding black-armored war horses, and majestic guards beside the carload of goods.

The caravan of the rising sun was followed by seven or eight small caravans that had gathered on the road in the past two days. In this way, a convoy of miles was formed along the avenue.

These small caravans that followed the Rising Sun Caravan were actually the same idea as Boss Zheng, the salt merchant in the Central Plains, and they were all acting like a fox and a fake tiger.

Beside the Rising Sun Caravan, take advantage of the power of the Rising Sun Caravan, so as to avoid the patronage of the robbers.

Gu Fei, who was hiding in the convoy of the salt merchant Boss Zheng, had finally expelled all the residual poison in his body in the past two days, and his martial arts and powers had been restored to the peak state.

He plans to make trouble tonight, dare to use despicable means to harm himself, then Chu Tian's behavior is unforgivable, only with Chu Tian's blood can he calm his anger.

The light between heaven and earth is retreating, the darkness is gradually coming, and the night is quietly coming. The endless stars in the sky, like shy girls, slowly lifted their veils and sprinkled endless starlight.

After a day's journey, the people were sleepy, and when night fell, the mile-long convoy stopped, camped beside the road, and lit a bonfire.

Some of them went straight into the woods beside the road, hunted a few game, or untied their dry food in the wagon, and swallowed their stomachs with shoddy wine.

When you go out, you can fill your stomach, and you don't pay much attention to it.

Gu Fei took advantage of everyone's inattention, slipped out of the carriage, and ran into the dense forest next to the road. He walked through the dense forest, like a phantom, like a ghost, avoiding the eyes and ears of everyone, and quickly moved forward.

In the camp of the Rising Sun caravan, a large purple tent was erected, the tent was brightly lit, and there were two guards standing at the door, and inside the tent, there were two people playing leisurely inside.

The two people who were playing against each other, one was a young man in Chinese costumes, and the other was a middle-aged scribe wearing a green coat and a lupine scarf.

"Nineteen Paths, How Many People Are Confused? I Lost Again! Mr. Ning's chess skills are truly unparalleled in the world! Admire and admire!" The young man in Chinese clothes stared at the chessboard and pondered for a long time, and finally said such words.

The scribe opposite the young man shook his feather fan gently, his three black beards hung down his chest, his face was as white as jade, his phoenix eyes and long eyebrows, he was strange and sparse, and he smiled lightly, but it gave people a feeling of being out of the dust.

The middle-aged Mr. Wen Shining was about to speak, when suddenly, his face changed suddenly, and the feather fan in his hand slammed out towards the chessboard on the table.

The chessboard suddenly flew up, and the black and white chess pieces on it suddenly fell to the ground.

The chessboard bypassed the young man and blocked behind him, and the carved lines on the chessboard, as if alive, rushed out, crisscrossing and spreading out like a net.

At this moment, with the sound of "tent!", the tent behind the young man suddenly broke a big hole, and in the midst of the rags flying all over the sky, a person strode in, without any extra words, and directly punched towards the young man at the table.

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