"Wait and see, hopefully they won't take too long. Feng Cheng sighed and sat down.

Yi Jun naturally didn't make a mistake, and sat down with a few people, waiting quietly.

They didn't have to wait long, and right next to Yi Jun and them, another much wider mountain road suddenly sounded from far and near.

Yi Jun, Han Wu and the others got up from the ground almost at the same time, glanced at each other, and then quickly looked towards the mountain road where the horse's hooves sounded.

The leader was dozens of knights wearing dark green scale armor and holding spears three or four meters long, these knights were tall and resolute, and a sense of iron and blood that had been on the battlefield involuntarily exuded with the gallop.

"Not our Dashun's cavalry. Seeing these people, Han Wu couldn't help but shout again.

Born in a family of the art of war, Han Wu has seen all kinds of Dashun cavalry since he was a child, knows their costumes and weapons, and can judge their subordinates from the costumes and weapons, and now, seeing these people, Han Wu recognized them as foreigners at first sight, although their appearance is not much different from the real Shunren.

"It's the dragon scale cavalry of Eastern Liao, they are from Eastern Liao. Green Sleeves recognized the origin of these people more accurately than Han Wu, and she also exclaimed.

Since the death of Yue Yingsheng Shen 16 years ago, Dongliao and Dashun restarted the war, a fight is 16 years, and the soldiers of the two countries have suffered countless casualties in 16 years, and it can be said that they have become mortal enemies.

"Could it be that the Eastern Liao people broke through the Jianghai Pass and hit the imperial capital?" Feng Cheng suddenly shouted, and as he screamed, he reached out and grabbed the Xuantie dagger from his trouser pocket.

"Die, you!" Han Wu slapped Feng Cheng on the head, slapping him to the ground.

It's no wonder that Han Wu is angry, because it is his grandfather, Han Quanzhong, one of the four great generals of Dashun, who is now fighting with the Eastern Liao people on the Liaodong Peninsula, if what Feng Cheng said comes true, doesn't that mean that Han Quanzhong has died in battle?

That's why Han Wu was angry.

"Prime Minister Sima Cheng should be the one who greeted them, could it be that the Eastern Liao people were defeated and came to surrender?" Wu Jilang said as he stared at these Eastern Liao dragon scale cavalry.

"That's right!" Qian Tao let out a long breath, stopped the movement of the sword that had just reached into his waist, and then laughed.

"Just kidding, I didn't scare you, it's boring!" Feng Cheng also began to find himself under the stairs, as for Han Wu's slap, it could only be regarded as a vain.

The dragon scale cavalry of Eastern Liao was followed by dozens of luxuriously decorated carriages, the curtains of the carriage were closed, and I didn't know who was sitting inside, but the big men standing on the wheel of the carriage were all muscular knots, and their eyes were blazing, and they were obviously all good at one in a hundred miles in the army.

"Sure enough, they came to Na Surrender, and the people sitting in these cars should all be the big officials of Dongliao, right?" Looking at these carriages, Qian Tao squinted his eyes and analyzed.

The carriage was also walking very fast, and soon passed through the mountain road next to Yi Jun and the others, walked on the road to Yunjing, the capital of the Great Shun Emperor, and galloped towards the pavilion where the old prime minister Sima Song was greeting.

Seeing them walking over, Yi Jun and the others were about to get up, and when they followed them, suddenly another horse bell rang, and then several people saw an unusually tall and strange-looking creature appear on the mountain road next to them.

It was three or four meters tall, covered with red hair, with four thick and flexible legs like pillars, and a square head like a lion, but with two long, curved horns on its head.

"Heavenly Fire Kirinmon. Seeing this thing, Feng Cheng and Qian Tao couldn't help but take two steps back, and their feet were mixed by the small stones protruding from the ground, and they almost fell.

"Hehe, Dashun is really poor now, and there are beggars next to the imperial capital. A magnetic, beautiful male voice emanated from the unicorn.

Yi Jun and the others followed the prestige, only then did they see that there was a person sitting on the back of the so-called Heavenly Fire Qilin Beast, that person was wearing a green shirt, because most of his body was hidden in the dense hair of the Qilin Beast, so he couldn't see the fat and thin body clearly, only saw a face that was strange and handsome, and a pair of eyes were as deep as the sea, looking at Yi Jun and the others with a heartfelt banter.

"Who do you say is a beggar?" The man didn't know which nerve Wu Jiro touched when he said this, and he suddenly shouted angrily.

"Wow!" A handful of gold coins were spilled from the man's hand and landed at the feet of Yi Jun and the others, and then, the man let out a hahaha demonic laugh, and the Heavenly Fire Qilin Beast opened its four hooves, and in a blink of an eye, it caught up with the carriage and cavalry in front, leaving Yi Jun and the others far behind.

"Ignore him. Han Wu grabbed Wu Jilang's arm tightly at this time, and said with a very nervous expression.

"Who is he?" Wu Jiro asked very coldly, staring at the man's back.

"Han Tingzhen, the first young man in Dongliao, is not yet thirty years old, but it is said that he has reached the peak of the Four Realms, and Teacher Ye Guochang does not dare to say that he will win him, my grandfather vomited a mouthful of blood on the battlefield two years ago to force him back, why did this bastard come here?" Han Wu said with a pale face.

As soon as he heard the peak of the Four Realms, Wu Jilang's anger immediately subsided by half, and the expression on his face relaxed, and then he looked a little depressed.

Yes, people are at the peak of the four realms, and they haven't even passed the three realms, so what can they do if they are insulted by him?

Only helpless, only sulking yourself!

"What is the Heavenly Fire Qilin Beast?" Yi Jun was not as excited as Wu Jilang, he was not provoked by the person called Han Tingzhen, he was just interested in the Heavenly Fire Qilin Beast.

"Does the Heavenly Mystery Spirit Beast know?" Because it was Yi Jun who saved everyone in the end, several people changed their attitude towards Yi Jun, and took great care of him and respected him.

Yi Jun shook his head.

"To the north of the Hu tribe on the Northern Continent, deep into the snow field is the area where the orcs haunt, and it has always been the hunting ground of our human race and demon race, where there are not only orcs who can walk upright on their feet, but also countless rare creatures, the Tianxuan Spirit Beast is one of them. Han Wu continued.

"Tianxuan spirit beasts have a large amount of aura in their bodies, their bodies are as light as the wind, as fast as lightning, and as powerful as mountains, but they are not as psychic as our spirits, and they can't use the aura generated by the heavens and the earth, and the souls outside the body, but they can be raised by the spirits, become the pets of the spirits, help the spirits fight, and the intimate relationship can also form a tacit understanding, and the owner can share his and its aura, instantly replenish the spiritual power, and enhance the strength. Qian Tao also hurriedly said.

"It is the peak of the Four Realms, and there are Heavenly Mysterious Spirit Beasts to help, isn't this Han Ting really so powerful that it is boundless?" Hearing this, Yi Jun couldn't help but gasp, he had a better understanding of how powerful this Han Ting really was, and at the same time, he was in awe of the Heavenly Xuan Spirit Beast, what kind of monster could make a peak spirit warrior of the Four Realms instantly replenish his spiritual power and enhance his strength?

"The world of the spirits is really colorful, with so many powerful means. "Once again, Yi Jun has some understanding of the world of spirits.