The closer he got to Queshan, Xing Boyun's face became more and more solemn.

Seventy miles away from Queshan, 6 wild beasts were seen in the wilderness, and they were shocked to death.

The first thing I saw was sheep, deer, roe deer, roe deer, the old and weak beasts of these herds.

If you continue to move forward, you will see that wild beasts are dying in groups, and there are even big beasts such as buffalo, wild donkey, moose, and wild boar in the Northern Wilderness.

No matter how Mr. Zhong Chang belittled Qingyang in his mouth, he couldn't help but feel a burst of horror at this time, what kind of powerful and violent force would cause such a terrifying death shockwave?

Even if the Xuanjia riding mounts are all giant hoofed wild horses above the ninth grade, they can't help but feel uneasy.

"咴~"

Xing Boyun was a huge hoofed wild horse under him, and suddenly his feet were weak, as if he had stepped into the void, and his huge body fell forward.

"Drink~"

As a sixth-rank armor soldier, Xing Boyun dodged and jumped off the horse, avoiding the danger of being crushed.

"Boom~"

This giant hoofed wild horse, as a seven-grade beast, protected itself with several movements, and did not break the horse's hooves during the violent rolling, but splashed dust all over the sky.

"Phew~"

Liang Qiu hurriedly reined in his horse, jumped down and asked, "Is the prince okay?"

Xing Boyun didn't answer, just looked at the wilderness in front of him, and was silent for a long time.

For more than ten miles in front of me, the originally flat wilderness, all the plants and trees were buried in the soil.

On a large area of land, there are folds one after another, like ripples on the water surface, forming a large number of cracks and ridges.

"Hiss~"

Liang Qiu inhaled the cold air violently, and let him cultivate in three grades, and he was worried again and again, it would be difficult to survive such a powerful battle

Ten miles further on, you will see lakes, ponds, and swamps.

Before clearing out the wild people, Xing Boyun naturally understood the terrain here, and all this in front of him had been turned upside down.

Seeing all this, Xing Boyun's mood became heavier and heavier, and he began to regret being an enemy of Qingyang.

It's not just that Qingyang is strong, but also because of the talents who are proficient in the art of cultivating the formation, they are too rare in Xingguo.

Scarcity is precious, and so is talent.

In the countries of the Northern Wilderness, a non-influent cultivator can enter and exit the doctor's house at will, and the seven-grade technique cultivator can become an authority, proficient in formations, and retreat from strong enemies, Qingyang, who can be called a national treasure-level talent.

Such a powerful and extremely young talent, even the countries of Zhongzhou, where the art cultivation is prosperous, will break their heads and scramble, and they are willing to wait for high-ranking officials.

Xing Boyun knew in his heart that even if he was reluctant, he couldn't do anything to Qingyang anymore.

Otherwise, his image in the eyes of Xing Hou will be reassessed, and the identity of the prince and prince will also be questioned by the ministers.

Dozens of miles of muddy and extremely difficult, finally Queshan is in front of you.

"Woo woo woo~"

On the top of Magpie Mountain, a trumpet suddenly sounded.

Looking up, the voices of people are boiling, the flags are waving, and a big pole is swaying in the wind.

High teeth, the honor of vassals.

When he first entered the Great Wilderness, Qingyang did not carry Daxu, but Queshan had materials to make, which took a lot of Zhong Bo's thoughts.

"Boom~"

Hundreds of cavalry poured in from the mountain, led by a retainer of the Qing clan, armed with a four-foot dark mahogany sword, a young six-rank Shangjia soldier.

Xing Boyun was in Northern Xinjiang for the first time, and when he saw a young man of similar age and the same strength as him, he couldn't help but admire in his heart.

Looking at the people behind him again, Liang Qiu Zhizhong's face couldn't help twitching.

Among these hundreds of people, the weakest are all eight-rank martial arts cultivators, and the hundred horsemen in front of them are all seventh-grade lower armor soldiers, and the horses under them are all seven-rank and above giant hoofed wild horses, which are not much worse than Xuanjia horses.

However, he still smiled at Xing Boyunqiang and said: "A hundred seven-rank subordinate armor soldiers are just showing off their might in front of the Xuanjia Cavalry, ridiculous, ridiculous!"

Xing Boyun ignored Liang Qiu Zhizhong, and his heart became more and more shocked, where is this the scale that can be achieved by recruiting thousands of wandering wild people?

It seems that the hundred seventh-rank lower armor warriors are far less powerful than the Xuanjia Cavalry, but don't forget one thing, the Xuanjia Cavalry is the essence of the entire Xingguo Martial Arts.

"Qing Clan's vassals, welcome to the arrival of the prince~"

Lie Muyang's face was solemn and he behaved very politely.

"Sergeant Qingyang, the vassal of the country, since he is safe and sound, I am also relieved!"

At this time, Xing Boyun was worthy of being the prince of a country, and he did not show panic, that demeanor and momentum, even if it was Lie Muyang, he couldn't help but be amazed.

Xing Boyun said with a calm face: "Lead the way ahead!"

"Hmph, just a sergeant, only one minister was sent to greet him, and it was so rampant!"

Mr. Nakagaga roared in a low voice, but no one paid attention to him.

Even if the countries of Dashen pay attention to etiquette, they still have strength in their bones, otherwise there will be no such thing as Chongguo annexing the Three Kingdoms of the Northern Wilderness.

Not to mention that Xing State is located in the Northern Wilderness, there are conquests every year, and powerful vassals must be respected even by the monarch, let alone the prince?

The shocked look of everyone, Lie Muyang saw it in his eyes, his heart filled his chest with pride, and with a wave of his big hand, hundreds of cavalry immediately divided into two teams and led the way on the left and right sides.

Riding on a horse, Xing Boyun tried to maintain his majesty and never looked left and right, so as not to lose his status as a prince.

Even so, everything he saw in the afterglow of his eyes still made his heart palpitate.

In addition to the hundreds of cavalry in front of him, starting from the foot of Queshan Mountain, the Qing clan lined up to greet each other, and the two or three thousand people seen along the way were all eight-rank and nine-grade martial arts cultivators.

"Shouldn't it be to kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred?"

Mr. Nakacho muttered to himself, his eyes full of disbelief, and the impact in front of him was too great.

Liang Qiu according to Zhong no longer said anything to look down on, just the troops he saw along the way, the strength was comparable to the elite of the three divisions, and the difference was only the battle formation training.

When he walked most of the way, Xing Boyun couldn't care about calculating anymore, and the Qing clan people he saw along the way, he stared at a behemoth in the distance.

It was a huge beast puppet, with a huge body as high as twelve zhang, which happened to be facing Xing Boyun on its side, which was very visually impactful.

No, Xing Boyun rubbed his eyes, around the giant beast puppet, there were twenty beast puppets of varying heights, gathered together, as if a group of ancient giant beasts were migrating.

"Squeak~"

"Squeak~"

The giant beast puppet moved twice, "boom~boom~" took a huge step, and turned around to face Xing Boyun.

Even if the giant beast puppet didn't move again, the unrivaled momentum alone made him almost turn around and leave.

Forcibly enduring the shock in his heart, he tried to appease the seven-rank giant horse under him, and wanted to show a smile that was completely assured, but found that his face stiffened.

"Welcome to the world~"

Dozens of people roared in unison, like thunder, almost causing the giant horse to jump in fright again.

Xing Boyun noticed that two hundred steps away, more than 30 sixth-grade Shangjia soldiers were lined up on the left and right sides, and there were dozens of seventh-grade martial cultivators around them.

Just about to say something, if Qingyang came out to greet him, Xing Boyun had to keep his mouth shut.

He saw that on the periphery, more than two hundred powerful beasts several feet tall were staring at him, and their eyes were full of malice.

"咴~"

Behind him, Xuanjia rode hundreds of giant hoofed wild horses, after all, they were only eight-grade and nine-grade beasts, and they were stared at by a group of fifth- and sixth-grade beasts, and let out bursts of uneasy neighing.

Even Liang Qiu couldn't help frowning, if he could still say just now that he couldn't look down on a group of seventh-grade martial cultivators, the two hundred strange beasts and fierce birds in front of him were not something that the Xuanjia Cavalry could deal with.

"The son of the world is here, how late is it!"

Uncle Bingxin's loud voice came from behind the group of six-rank Shangjia soldiers. (To be continued.) )