Chapter 243: War in the Western Regions (Part 1)
(It has not been revised yet, but you can check it out tomorrow!)
Even though Yan Xiaoqing's own qualifications are no worse than that of Miao Medicine Master, the sect also knows his temperament very well, and has always stayed at the elite inner disciple level. If he wants to obtain more resources, he must start by training his mind.
Yan Xiaoqing's own strength is not outstanding, but against the inner sect elders or deacons of "Zuowu Xuanfeng", he is still not good enough!
The inner sect elders of the Zhenwu Dao Temple are very powerful. They are all warriors above the Hero Realm. Even the deacons with less qualifications have the combat power of the powerful Hero Realm. This is similar to that of the Luo Yun Sect, which is also a member of the Eight Great Sects. .
However, there are not many strong people in the world who can enter the middle martial arts realm. Even on the Pingtian Ranking, there are less than a hundred people. Therefore, even if there are not many among these eight sects, it is enough to deal with Yan Xiaoqing, a thorn in the side.
Of course, the people mentioned here are less than a hundred people. They are famous martial arts experts in the world, and naturally do not include some hidden powerhouses. Just like "Hei Xuan" who appeared in front of everyone at the Dao Ascension Conference, he was an out-and-out powerful warrior in the Hero Realm, but he was not on the list of judges.
After being taught such a lesson by Deacon Zuo, the battle between Yan Xiaoqing and Yi Xifeng could only come to an end. Seeing that the young man who was a bit bohemian before was now as quiet as a wronged little daughter-in-law, Yi Xifeng He couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
He was actually defeated by such a guy. If word spread, he would be quite embarrassed. It can be said that it is not very harmful but extremely insulting!
Seeing that the matter here had come to an end, the people watching the excitement gradually dispersed, but there seemed to be something more in their eyes when they looked at Yi Xifeng. Naturally, the fair young man would not think so much. This time when he entered the inner gate to report, the necessary procedures had not been completed yet, so he was naturally not in the mood to care about the opinions of the people around him.
He looked at the sun and ran in the direction of "Daoxuan Hall".
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Just when Yi Xifeng successfully entered the inner gate of the Zhenwu Dao Palace, the countries in the Western Regions thousands of miles away ushered in a long-planned war.
A tall man walked into a large tent from the wind and sand. Judging from his attire, he looked like a man who had been hanging out in the Western Regions all year round. The fine leather armor on his body had long been worn away by the wind and sand, and his falcon-like eyes revealed a sinister and cold look.
He walked into the tent, glanced at everyone, and then raised his hands to the leader and said, "Anda! They have no intention of dedicating the city. It seems they want to use the wind and sand to hold us back."
Sitting at the top was a bald man, who was equally tall and unusually tall. He was nearly two meters tall, which was especially prominent among the men from the Western Regions. At this time, the man held a silver knife in his hand. He skillfully cut off a bloody piece of meat and threw it towards a huge vulture beside him.
"Dalamt, my Anda, these stupid people actually believe that the wind and sand will block its son? Haha, that's fine! I heard that the Lord of Xiao City moved reinforcements from the Central Plains area, so let them see our Awesome!"
The bald man laughed casually, and the cold-looking man who had just received the money also nodded in agreement.
The wind and sand in the Western Region are no better than those in the Central Plains. Once it blows, it can block the sky and the sun. Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even warriors with advanced training will have their actual combat effectiveness reduced a lot in this extremely harsh environment.
But there are no absolutes. This sandstorm, which is a disaster to ordinary people, is nothing to these horse thieves who have been with sandstorms since birth.
Horse thieves are the most common profession in the countries of the Western Regions. They use the speed of desert horses and the cover of the sand to constantly attack various caravans or small city-states. Almost all horse thieves are from the same group of people, who have made a living by robbing for generations and have independent belief systems.
Although these horse thieves only caused trouble in various countries in the Western Region in the form of gangs, they never formed a powerful political organization. The number of horse thieves usually ranges from a few dozen to a few hundred. Large horse thieves with more than a thousand people are very rare.
After all, their mode of action limits the upper limit of their scale. Commanding a hundred cavalry on the battlefield is completely different from commanding a thousand cavalry, not to mention in a sandstorm with extremely low visibility.
And the "Lord Xiao" mentioned by these horse thieves is none other than Xiao Yuanfeng, the Lord Xiao who went to Luo Yun Kingdom to pay homage to Chen Chuantuo. The reinforcements mentioned by this group of horse thieves naturally refer to the two young men wearing large cloaks and hoods.
If not Lin Fenghuo and Lin Lei, who else could it be?
"City Master Xiao, with such a big sandstorm, will those horse thieves come again?" Lin Lei asked in a low voice.
At this time, they were standing on a city tower, looking at the yellow sand outside the outer gate. Due to the sandstorm, they could not see clearly anything more than twenty feet away from the city wall.
Lin Lei on the side said: "According to legend, these horse thieves are very good at plundering in sandstorms. They will not let it go easily in such weather."
Xiao Yuanfeng nodded and affirmed Lin Lei's statement.
While the three of them were discussing, a girl came up from behind them. She was covered with a long scarf and couldn't see her face clearly, but judging from her voice, she seemed to be young.
"It's useless even if they come. These winds and sands can block ordinary people's exploration, but it is of little significance to warriors, especially those who have entered the knight realm and can detect the enemy's traces through their souls."
If Yi Xifeng is here, he will definitely recognize this girl. It is Wu Li who was disguised as a man on Qingyun Mountain that day.
Lin Fenghuo looked back at the girl and said nothing. This time he entered the Western Region under the orders of his master. He and Lin Lei came with a mission. Naturally, one must be cautious in everything. Lin Fenghuo himself may not be aware of this quiet change. On the contrary, Lin Lei, who has been following him, has noticed the change in the other party.
But Lin Lei didn't say anything. He knew that Lin Fenghuo had experienced a lot in Qingyun Sword Tomb and gained a lot. Naturally, there has been improvement in the skills, but the most rare thing is the maturity of the mind.
That day when he came out of the Sword Tomb, he naturally saw the tyranny of those masters from the Holy Realm, and even met Xu Xianzhi, one of the eight great saints in the world!
Maybe it was because he experienced so much shock that day that he became numb in the end. So at the scene, he didn't feel how powerful and scary the opponent was, but as Lin Fenghuo got back on the road, Lin Fenghuo slowly came back to his senses and realized how terrifying this contemporary "Confucian sage" was!
At the same time, I also realized how childish Ichimo's desire for revenge was. Thanks to Dean Chen's guidance, I didn't do anything stupid.
