After a night.

Fan Li led an army of 100,000 and successfully arrived in the north of Yunzhou.

Thirty miles north of the city, there are two connected barren mountains, which are suitable for Tibetan soldiers.

As a surprise army, the Chu army's first task is to hide itself and then wait for the opportunity to move.

"What are you doing?"

An army of 100,000 is hiding in the mountains, and naturally there is a lot to do.

Everyone is busy, but Hanyue has nothing to do.

Fan Li's Chinese army, she can enter if she wants to, and go out if she wants to.

Military?

In front of Han Yue, the world's first female sword cultivator, military law is like a blank sheet of paper, which is unbinding.

"Uh...... Write. ”

Fan Li stared at Han Yue a little nervously.

He had this letter in his hand, and later a scout sent it to the camp of the Wei, Han and Wu coalition forces.

The military secrets involved in it must never be known to outsiders.

Fan Li wanted to cover up, but Han Yue moved the lotus step lightly, and a flash came to Fan Li's side.

The two were so close that Fan Li could even smell the natural feminine body fragrance on Han Yue's body!

"Hmm~."

Hanyue snorted softly, and her tone was brisk.

"Your handwriting is really good, Sister Jinde must be compared to you."

Hanyue is in a haughty mood and rarely praises people.

As a pure sword cultivator, she knows even more about Confucian calligraphy.

praised Fan Li, just to make him happy.

Han Yue looked at Fan Li's expression expectantly, but the man didn't react in the slightest flattery.

He even hid his movements, as if he didn't want to be seen by himself.

"Fan Li, what do you mean?!"

Hanyue's face collapsed instantly.

It's just a letter, if it wasn't written by Fan Li, she wouldn't be interested in reading it at all.

"Humph!"

She flicked her long sleeves, turned and strode out of the tent.

Fan Li didn't chase after him, and hurriedly added a few more strokes to the letter, so he recruited Zhao Jinniu.

"Call the number one master of the scout battalion."

"Yes!"

After a trip back and forth, there was a thin man with a deep temperament next to Zhao Jinniu.

Fan Li stared at him for a long time before he spoke: "This duke remembers that your name is Qingyuan, and you were originally the chief disciple of the Wuyang Sect, and the next sect master heir?" ”

Wuyang Sect.

A Jianghu sect in the Great Chu State, with medium strength.

Wuyang Sect has been founded for more than 300 years, and the incense has been passed down continuously, and there are often outstanding disciples who serve the Chu army.

It stands to reason that with Qingyuan's identity, he should stay in the sect and continue to practice until one day he succeeds to the position of sect master.

However, Qingyuan was in the Great Chu Army at the moment, which meant that he had lost his qualification as the suzerain's heir.

"Subordinate scout battalion commander, Qingyuan, see the lord."

Qingyuan knelt down on one knee, which was already the most solemn military salute.

But he only mentioned his military position, but ignored Fan Li's inquiries about Wuyang Sect.

This is disrespectful!

"Presumptuous!" Zhao Jinniu said in a sullen voice: "Answer the lord's question!" ”

Kyungwon remained on one knee.

He buried his head lower, but still didn't answer.

Humble, but not mean.

Silence is also a kind of persistence.

Seeing this, Fan Li didn't feel angry at all, but felt more relaxed.

Kyungwon's character is calm and tenacious, and he is exactly the person he needs.

In fact, the garrison's scout battalion is a very special existence.

Scouts, as the class with the highest loss rate, may never return every time they go out on a mission.

However, the responsibility of scouts is extremely heavy, and ordinary cultivators are simply not up to the task.

Therefore, cultivating to be exquisite, scheming, and fearless of death became the three necessary conditions for the scouts of the garrison.

Fan Li didn't know what Qingyuan had experienced, but he was actually selected by Fan Chun as the head of the scout camp.

But to be able to do this position, Qingyuan is definitely the number one scout of the garrison!

"Your cultivation?" Fan Li asked.

"Yuan Infant Realm Nine Pins." Kyungwon finally spoke.

Fan was taken aback.

With such strength, without considering military merits, Qingyuan is qualified to serve as a guerrilla general by virtue of his strength alone.

If he can break through to the realm of transforming gods, it is also possible to become a partial general.

However, he was the chief of the scout camp.

"What kind of reward do you want?" Fan Li asked again.

He was asking about rewards, in fact, bereavement benefits.

The reward for completing the mission has always been the highest standard in the whole army.

However, even if he dies after failing to complete his mission, the standard of bereavement is the highest in the army.

If not, who would want to be a scout for death?

"There is only one wish in this life."

Qingyuan suddenly raised his head and stared at Fan Li with burning eyes.

"Bai Rong, the tenth holy lord candidate of the Daci Dynasty, please try to kill her."

Fan Li 'rubbed' and stood up from his seat!

Kill the Holy Lord?

He had done this kind of thing once, and it happened to be the Tenth Holy Lord of the Pure Land, Blood Phoenix.

Fan Li never expected that Qingyuan's request was to let him kill the successor of the Blood Phoenix Holy Lord?

"Bold Qingyuan, do you know what you're talking about?" Fan Li asked in a deep voice.

"The subordinates know,......" Qingyuan showed a bitter smile of difficulty. The subordinates do not expect the lord to agree, but this is indeed the only wish of the subordinates. If it can be achieved, there will be no regrets even if it dies. ”

Fan Li looked at him for a long time and sat down slowly.

At the same time, Fan Li, who was in Pengcheng, immediately began to check all the information of Qingyuan and Wuyang Sect.

As a result, he came up with a startling fact:

Not long after the Blood Phoenix Holy Lord was besieged and killed by Fan Li, Qingyuan's master, that is, the sect master of the Wuyang Sect, suddenly died violently!?

Another strange thing related to this, Qingyuan's marriage partner, Bai Rong, known as the first beauty of Wuyang Sect, quietly withdrew from the sect and went to the Pure Land of Sanskrit.

"Sect Master Wuyang's death is related to Bai Rong?" Fan Li asked.

"Yes!"

Qingyuan's eyes suddenly showed a fierce light, as if the blood sea was in front of him.

"Master...... He is also my adoptive father. ”

"One day, when the master returned from a wandering, there was an extra female cultivator by his side."

"This female cultivator was actually born in the Sanskrit Pure Land."

"It turns out that the tenth holy lord of the Sanskrit Pure Land is dead, and someone needs to fill the place."

"The Pure Land has always been known as the refuge of the suffering women of the world, and the Holy Lord is also selected from the world's outstanding female cultivators, not limited to the interior of the Pure Land, in order to show that there is no door."

"The reason why the Pure Land Female Cultivator visited the Wuyang Sect was because I heard that there was a female disciple in the Pure Land Sect who was beautiful and talented!"

"She wants to see if that female disciple is qualified to be cultivated by the Pure Land and become the heir of the Tenth Holy Lord in the future."

Speaking of this, Qingyuan paused for a long time.

Fan Li could clearly see that his body was trembling slightly.

Finally, Kyungwon spoke again.

"What the female cultivator wants to see is the marriage partner of her subordinate, Bai Rong, who is also my little junior sister."

"Bai Rong is indeed extremely talented, Shizun personally said that she is the first person to be gifted in this sect in a hundred years."

"The subordinates are ten years older than Bai Rong, and they have practiced ten years more than her, but in terms of realm combat power, the subordinates are only barely half of her salary."

"Shizun once said that within three years, Bai Rong will be able to reach a tie with his subordinates."

"In five years, it will be impossible for her subordinates to beat her again......"