The road is one foot high, and the magic is one foot high.

In this world, there has never been a shortage of conspirators, what is missing is only the eyes that discover the conspiracy.

However, it was said that Ye Junlin and his party of six entered the residence of the tribal chief in a completely crushed manner. The residences here, whether it is the external construction or the internal decoration, are all magnificent, and even compared with the county offices of some poor counties in Beiyang, they are also much more upscale.

The scout team was extremely efficient, and after entering the house, subduing the guards, they went straight to find what they were looking for. As for the old and weak women and children in the residence, Ye Junlin and Wang Bodang did not treat it as the same thing at all.

Just because the two of them don't care doesn't mean the others don't care.

While the other four were busy rummaging through the cabinets, the remaining two scouts gave each other a look with some obscenity in their eyes.

The chief of the 'Bear Man Tribe', which is equivalent to the emperor of the soil on this side, whether it is money or beauty, must first dedicate it to him to enjoy.

The women of the 'Bear Man Tribe' are much rougher than the women of the Central Plains, and most of their skin is dark.

Although it is a little thicker, it exudes a primitive wildness from the inside out.

The members of the scout team, the oldest of whom were only thirty years old, were naturally unable to control this different style.

Hastily subdued, one of the scout team members ripped off their shirts and did something pleasant, while the younger, the other, was in charge of watching the wind.

Ye Junlin, Wang Bodang, Wang Dashi and the other four people searched for things very quickly, and soon found what they were looking for from a thick stack of parchment.

Wang Bodang snapped his fingers and motioned for everyone to retreat, but inadvertently, he discovered the dirty things of the captain.

The lieutenant smiled awkwardly at Wang Bodang, who turned around and went out without saying a word.

Caring about what was comfortable and pleasant, the captain put on his pants and chased after Wang Bodang.

"Not as an example. After Wang Bodang finished speaking, the captain nodded gratefully.

Beiyang is extremely strict in governing the army, if in normal times, what this captain did today, not to mention cutting off his head, is nine out of ten.

Wang Bodang said lightly, but he didn't know how to warm the hearts of the two captains.

Wang Bodang stared at the map in his hand, and after a little thought, he worked out a new reconnaissance route. The six-person team quickly assembled, like six rays of light, and quickly swept into the distance.

At the same time, in the sky, a white falcon broke through the sky

The days that followed, plain and full, with spirit beasts and a few enemies appearing from time to time, were the only pleasures on the road. The scout team slept in the open, surveyed and reconnoitred, and after a few days, they saw a majestic city in the distance.

This city is called 'Fuguo City'.

A thousand years ago, the Beiyang Dynasty swept Liuhe and unified the entire Bixiao Xuan Domain. The few remaining remnants of Nanyan and other countries have plunged headlong into the grass wilderness.

Perhaps it was a longing for their homeland, and the remnants of the three kingdoms put aside their grievances and joined hands to build this 'restored city'.

Perhaps at the beginning, there was still a mustard between the remnants of the Three Kingdoms, but after thousands of years of integration, the remnants of the Three Kingdoms married each other, and relatives connected relatives and gradually became a family.

Perhaps because he was afraid that the Beiyang Dynasty would be in turmoil, the leader of the remnants of the Three Kingdoms did not claim to be the king, but only called himself the 'city lord'.

The contemporary city lord, named 'Wang Liang', is a half-step king-level cultivator, making a golden gun, a radius of 100 miles, difficult to meet opponents. Even the wild 'barbarians' are subservient to his guns.

Wang Liang has a younger brother named 'Wang Yan', who is a cultivator of King Xuan's rank and is known as 'the sword saint of the world'. His men held the most powerful 6,000 'Restoration Army' in the Southern Barbarians.

The young man named 'Crown Prince' who infiltrated the imperial capital earlier was Wang Liang's eldest son and the next lord of 'Fuguo City'.

Ye Junlin and Wang Bodang observed the 'Fuguo City' for a long time, confirmed that it was correct, and after marking the map, they got up and left.

After traveling about five miles, he suddenly found that an army with bright armor and no loss to the Beiyang Imperial Forest Army was intercepted in the mountains and fields.

The leader is an old man who is over the age of sixties, the old man is extremely domineering, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a rough figure, it is foreseeable that when the old man is young, he must also be a suave son.

Needless to say, this old man is the 'Sword Saint of the World' - Wang Yan.

Ye Junlin looked at Wang Yan and frowned slightly, he wanted to know how their whereabouts were discovered.

Wang Yan seemed to see Ye Junlin's doubts, smiled slightly, and made a move with his palm towards the scout team, and then a young lieutenant jumped towards the six thousand 'Restoration Army' like an aurora.

"Wang Hong, it's you!" Wang Bodang hated the root of his teeth: "You traitor!"

Wang Yan looked at the angry junior not far away and smiled softly. Although he is old, his competitive spirit is like that of a teenager.

"Over the years, your Beiyang Dynasty has continued to insert eyeliner into our 'poor countryside', although we are unhappy, but we have not said it. Wang Yan paused and continued: "Since you can install eyeliner, why can't we?"

Wang Yan looked at the five teenagers like the turtle in the urn and smiled again.

"It's been several years, and I haven't killed a few leaders in Beiyang. ”

Betrayed by traitors, besieged, and almost dead.

The five teenagers faced 6,000 soldiers, but they were not afraid at all, the battle dead were glorious, and the escapees were shameful.

In the hands of the five teenagers, all kinds of blades are unsheathed.

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows, looking a little playful.

"When I was young, I heard that the people of Beiyang like to fight to the death, and I didn't believe it, but today, it seems that what I said is true. ”

Wang Yan continued to play, raised his eyebrows slightly, and continued: "Six thousand 'Restoration Army' surrounded you little cubs, and you can't escape. Obediently put down your weapons and take them down, and I won't do anything to you. ”

When the five of them heard this, they turned a deaf ear.

couldn't help but make this old man Wang Yan slightly angry.

Growing up with the Southern Barbarians, I couldn't help but get a violent temper. In addition, he is in a high position and has heavy troops, except for his brother who is the city lord, there are really few people who do not obey the command of his old man Wang Yan.

Now, a few little cubs from Beiyang who have become 'prisoners under the stairs' have rejected his 'kindness', which can't help but make Old Man Wang Yan furious.

"I don't know how to lift, I don't toast, I don't eat and drink, I don't know whether I live or die, I don't know what to say" The angry old man Wang Yan, like those pedantic old Confucian students, said a series of idioms one after another.

Wang Bodang and Ye Junlin glanced at each other, and the corners of their mouths raised slightly