There is a small river outside the town of Dingfeng, which flows from the south of the town, and here it turns a corner and winds its way to the east.

The people who established this town at that time chose to establish a settlement on the high ground north of the river because of the existence of this river and the convenience of getting water, and later it slowly expanded into Dingfeng Town.

The river meanders through many towns in the Northland, and it is called the "Harvest River", and several towns along the way are also named after "Harvest".

Yingfeng Town, Dingfeng Town, Dafeng Town, Fengrao Town, Rich Town, Fengfu Town...... All these names contain the beautiful vision of the first generation of builders.

And what they ask for is nothing more than a good harvest.

Only when there is food and clothing can people live.

Pan Long and He Ping'an walked to the Fengshou River, only to see that a clearing had been cleared out of the ice-covered river. Under the thick ice, the river is still flowing, and on the ice, Li Wu is waiting for them.

Now Li Wu's appearance is completely different from before, he has changed into a golden, silver and white armor, and he is still holding a bright red spear in his right hand, which looks extremely powerful.

The body of the spear was much thicker than that of a normal spear, with no bringets and a stubby head, which did not look sharp, but somewhat resembled a small shovel. Pan Long knew at a glance that it might not be particularly good for stabbing, but it was far more powerful than an ordinary spear.

Being slashed by this gun is basically no different from being slashed with a big knife.

Li Wu's expression was very serious, and the smile that he usually wore on his face had disappeared without a trace, and when he looked at them coming, his eyes showed undisguised war intent.

"I'm ......" Pan Long walked to the river, feeling that the atmosphere was too heavy, and wanted to say a few words to ease the atmosphere.

But he had just made a start, and Li Wu's gaze had already fallen on his face.

The gaze seemed to be substantial, and he felt a heavy pressure, and a hot and tingling sense enveloped him.

Pan Long's heart froze, and with a wave of his hand, the cicada wing knife had already appeared in his hand.

The Great Xia Dynasty had a special sequence of military attachés, called "Tianji Battalion". It is composed of those loyal and reliable masters, and is divided into three levels: "generals, captains, and soldiers". The highest of them was the Eighth General, followed by the Twenty-Four Captains, and then the Three Hundred and Sixty Sharp Soldiers.

These people are either from military families, or have been repeatedly assessed, and some are simply members of the royal family. They are powerful and have the most trust of the imperial court. Whenever the imperial court wants to send an envoy or has some urgent action, there will be several members of the "Heavenly Machine" in the team.

Li Wu was able to rank third among the twenty-four lieutenants, and his strength and qualifications were not trivial. His loyalty to the Great Xia Dynasty, as well as his well-informed, were equally unquestionable.

Pan Long didn't think that his identity as a "penny hero" could be concealed from the Great Xia Dynasty - even the Ren family could speculate that he might be a "penny hero" based on his own actions, how could the Great Xia court not know?

At most...... Only a few people know about it.

But no matter what, as long as someone knows, Li Wu will definitely know.

Even if he doesn't know now, he will definitely be able to find out when he goes back.

So he didn't plan to hide this identity, so naturally he didn't need to hide the existence of the Cicada Wing Knife.

Using this sword, his grasp of the next move can be improved a lot.

Seeing the cicada wing knife, Li Wu's eyes lit up slightly, but he didn't say anything, just twisted his right hand, and the red spear had already been raised, the spear shrank back, and the tip of the spear was aimed at him.

Pan Long immediately felt that he was covered by extremely heavy pressure, and there was an extremely hot breath out of thin air, as if he was standing next to a stove.

He frowned, and out of the corner of his eye, he could clearly see that the ice and snow around him were melting rapidly, and in a moment it had already melted into a large crater.

This burning heat is not an illusion, it is real!

At this moment, He Ping'an, the king of the Nine Mountains, spoke.

"Fenwu Captain Li Wu, his original background is not clear, only that he was promoted because of his military merits, and later joined the Tianji Battalion. In the Tianji Battalion, he chose the 'Jiuyang Divine Skill' left by the first generation of the Tianji Battalion's boss, the 'Tianji Old Man'. It is said that he has cultivated to the realm of 'seven days together, thousands of miles of red land'. ”

Pan Long only then understood, but ...... To be honest, he didn't really understand.

For example, what kind of stuff were the old man and the Jiuyang Divine Skill that day? He was a little skeptical.

No matter how you look at it, the style doesn't seem to be quite right.

Won't it ...... This old man is also Wen Chao or Zhao Sheng's vest, right?

Because of the slight distraction, his momentum was slightly discharged, and Li Wu immediately noticed it, and with a cold snort, a flame suddenly ignited at the tip of the spear, and quickly swept upward.

Before the fire could reach him, he threw his spear at Pan Long with a bow.

Pan Long never dreamed that Li Wu would throw away his weapon as soon as the battle started, and he was greatly stunned. Fortunately, Bi Lingkong's teaching was not in vain, although his mind was a little confused, his body was very sharp, and he jerked to the side, dodging the spear that had been completely enveloped in flames.

(That's a trick?)

(I passed?)

Two thoughts came to me in no particular order, and then they were dispelled by a strong sense of crisis.

The spear abruptly disappeared in the air, turning into a powerful figure. A flaming fist came at him, striking at the bridge of his nose.

Maybe Li Wu may not be able to kill, but where does Pan Long dare to bet?

He didn't even have time to think about anything, he raised his right hand and met it with a punch.

Two fists meet.

Pan Long felt an extremely hot force surging like a mountain and a sea, no matter how hard he exerted, he couldn't stop it, and he was about to be knocked away by this blow.

With the strength of Liwu, if he is knocked away, I am afraid that it is not a matter of falling out of two or three miles, and it is very likely that he will be punched ten miles and eight miles or even farther.

Pan Long naturally tried his best to resist, and at this moment, the ordinary-looking bracer on his right hand suddenly flashed, turning into a roll of bamboo slips and unfurling, enveloping Li Wu's fist in it.

In the next moment, a roar sounded.

With the two of them as the center, the ice and snow in the surrounding area of hundreds of zhang exploded violently, and the broken ice flew everywhere, and the sound of breaking the sky was sharper than the sharp arrows shot by the strong crossbow. The snow rushed into the sky, rising at least twenty or thirty feet high.

The frozen surface of the river completely exploded, and the ice swelled up with the river, only to suddenly condense and turn into strange ice sculptures as they flew into the air.

Among the ice sculptures, you can even see some fish and shrimp frozen and motionless.

Pan Long and Li Wu maintained a posture of touching their fists, and neither moved to each other.

After a long time, He Ping'an sighed deeply: "It turns out ...... This baby even has a double portion?!"