In July in the northwest, the sun was scorching like fire. At noon, the sun, which had completely turned into a big fireball, hangs into the sky. The temperature on the ground can simply roast all the eggs.

Although the weather is so hot, in recent days, there have been a constant stream of people coming and going from the north of Ganzhou to Qiyun County on the official road from the north of Ganzhou, and there are more and more trends.

The most people who came and went to the official road were riders dressed in a group of enthusiastic and enthusiastic roaming, riding fast horses or carriages, with a few in groups of three or five, and dozens or hundreds of them hurriedly heading towards Qiyun County.

In addition to these rangers, there are many teams that are most popular on the official road, which are obviously organized. These teams are dozens, hundreds or even hundreds of thousands. The long teams are driving carriages and carrying a lot of things. The people in the team are all carrying weapons such as swords, bows, spears, etc., and they are all in full spirit towards Qiyun County.

As for those who went to Qiyun County with swords and swords, there were countless people.

Because there were too many carriages and horses to Qiyun County, the official road that could have accommodated four carriages in parallel became a little crowded. Those who were riding horses or rhino dragon horses could no longer let their mounts run on the official road at a speed, and could only trot, heading towards Qiyun County either fast or slow.

Among the countless people heading to Qiyun County, a team of people walked on the official road, but it was quite eye-catching.

There are about 200 people in this team, each riding on the Xilong horse, with extraordinary momentum. Although the team was wearing strong suits and samurai suits, and wearing all the cloaks, this team was different from those ordinary people and rangers. The most obvious point is that almost everyone on this team was carrying strong bows and arrows, with swords and weapons hanging on the saddle, and some even brought long weapons that were only used in the army. Looking at the riders on the horse, they all had a calm breath, unlike ordinary people. Many people were wearing half-body armor that few people in the martial arts world wear. As long as people with a little experience in the martial arts world, they could find that more than half of these people had the cultivation level of warriors or above.

At the front of this team was an old man with a heavy face and a pair of eyebrows as snow. On the old man's saddle, there were two scary armor-breaking machetes, carrying a strong evil spirit. Beside and behind the old man, there were more than a dozen young men and women who could almost be seen as elite masters. These young men and women had their eyes shining brightly, or their temples were raised high. If you look at them with a casual look, you could give people a kind of pressure that was coming to your face.

Of course no one dares to provoke these people when walking on the official road. Everyone they meet along the way looks at them and sets on their own. Some even deliberately stagger with these people to avoid any trouble.

Behind the old man at the front of the team were two women. One looked in his twenties, with a pretty face, heroic figure, and a unique taste. The other looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, and was also more beautiful than Hua. His eyes were as lively as water, and his mouth seemed to be smiling at all times. These two women, however, judging from their appearance, the eyebrows were actually similar to sixty or seventy percent, which made people guess at the sight of them.

The older woman looked at the official road in front of her, with thoughtful eyes, as if thinking about something. The younger woman looked at the official road in front of her, and was excited, with her eyes shining, constantly looking at the crowds coming and going on the official road.

"Sister, I heard that when you came to the northwest to experience training, you met with the supervisor of Qi Yun, Yan Liqiang, and even killed Shatu people together?" The woman of eighteen or nineteen looked at her for a while, and suddenly her eyes turned to the woman in her twenties and asked.

As soon as he asked this sentence, the woman in her twenties was still looking at the official Tao thoughtfully, as if she hadn't heard it.

"Sister..." The young woman, who was eighteen or nineteen, shouted again.

"Ah..." The woman in her twenties suddenly reacted and turned to look at the young woman next to her, "Does her sister call me?"

"Well, what are my sister thinking? I'm tracing again. I found that when my sister comes to the northwest these days, she often tracing on the road and often ignores people!" The 18 or 19-year-old girl said with a pout. Naturally, this young girl didn't know that her sister came here and was obsessed with people, so she was often tracing a little.

"I was really thinking about something just now, but I didn't notice that my sister called me. I'll give me a sin first!" The woman in her twenties laughed, "I don't know what my sister asked me just now!"

This woman in her twenties was Mo Ziye, a female disciple of the Ming Wangzong who Yan Liqiang met on the way when he escorted Sun Bingchen back to the imperial capital. Both sides fought with the Shatu people together. Although they had not been together for a long time, they were considered friends who fought for their lives. Yan Liqiang also saved Mo Ziye's life. The younger woman was Mo Ziling, Mo Ziling, the younger ones. Both of them were disciples of the Ming Wangzong, and their family had great connections with the Ming Wangzong. They even had a grandfather. They are now one of the elders of the Ming Wangzong, and their status is high and extraordinary.

One of the biggest reasons why the Ming Wangzong sent a large number of disciples to the northwest this time was that last month, Yan Liqiang killed 50,000 elite Shatu soldiers in Baishi Pass, and then issued the order to kill Hu as stated by the order to kill Hu. No matter who can cut down the heads of a Shatu or Heike people outside Baishi Pass, he can get ten acres of grassland on the Gulang grassland outside Baishi Pass. The more you kill, the more land you get, the more grasslands you get. These grasslands will never be taxed.

The killing order was shocked by the world. The heroes from all directions and the people from the world flocked to the world. The powerful clans from all over the northwest also organized their own regiments of brave soldiers and all rushed to the Gulang grassland to hunt for the heads of aliens.

According to what the people of the Ming Wangzong saw along the way, the entire northwest was almost boiling. If it were in the past, no one would care what a ten-acre grassland could do on the Gulang Grassland. But now, the entire Han Empire is looking for wool hungryly and thirsty. The value of a grassland is no match for the past. With the pasture, you can grazed and raised sheep, and with the sheep, there is wool cloth, and with the wool cloth, the white silver can be said to be endless. The pasture is simply a green gold mine.

In the pass, in recent years, for the sake of wool, some landlords and wealthy families even used their fertile fields to plant grass and sheep. Outside the pass, they could replace them with ten acres of grassland as long as they just took a head of an alien. It was ten acres of fertile grassland, ten acres. For many people, such a good thing is simply not encountered in hundreds of years. They killed a hundred aliens and were only one thousand acres of grassland. Therefore, all kinds of people who licked blood on their heads, ambitions and local tribes, and wealthy and powerful families with far-reaching plans. For a time, heroes from all walks of life rushed into the northwest, into Qiyun County and the Gulang Grassland. A headhunting movement that had never been seen in the history of the Han Empire and the entire Silver Continent began vigorously.

Although the Ming Wangzong was the four major sects of the Han Empire, maintaining such a large sect also requires money, source of income, and expenses. After hearing about killing Hu Ling, the big guys of the Sword God Sect discussed that even if they did not kill Hu Ling, the disciples of the Sword God Sect were often sent to the battlefield in the northwest to try their best to see life and death. This time, they would just organize more people to the northwest to see if they could make a second-largest one. If they could not only allow the disciples of the sect to be tempered in the battlefield and fighting, but also open up a continuous source of wealth and business for the Ming Wangzong in the northwest, wouldn’t it be the best of both worlds?

It is precisely because of this that Mo Ziye and his team went northwest. Mo Ziye and his group were just sent by the Ming Wang Sect to find out the way. They were considered the vanguard of the Ming Wang Sect. Let’s see if this matter is done. If it can be done, the Ming Wang Sect will send more masters and disciples to come.

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"Does Sister Mo know Yan Liqiang, the supervisor of Qi Yun?" Mo Ziling continued to ask with a blink of an eye.

"Meet!" Mo Ziye smiled softly.

"I don't know what kind of person Yan Liqiang is... "Mo Ziling looked at his sister curiously," I have heard many rumors about him in the sect over the years. Those rumors are a little too exaggerated. If he is said to be a master of the mechanism, I still believe it. After all, he also invented wool cloth. I have also seen the improved spinning machine and the water and lighter machine. It is indeed extremely exquisite, but those rumors say that his cultivation is also extremely powerful. I don't believe it. The senior brothers of our Ming Wang Sect are a little dissatisfied. Was he really so powerful when his sister met Yan Liqiang that day?"

Mo Ziye smiled, with some memories in his eyes, "When I met Yan Liqiang that day, he was only sixteen years old, and he escorted Sun Bingchen into Beijing, and met by chance on the way..." What happened back then was a sad thing for Mo Ziye, so she didn't want to say it in detail, just mentioned it in one sentence, "Although he was young at that time, he was outstanding among his peers. I haven't seen him in these years, he is probably even more powerful. Those rumors may not be true! Otherwise, how could he become the supervisor of Qi Yun at this age and behead 50,000 Shatu elites in Baishiguan? Such achievements are not something ordinary people can do!"

"What my sister said is that after hearing what my sister said, I really want to meet Yan Liqiang this time..." Mo Ziling said with some longing in her eyes.

Looking at the expression in her sister's eyes, how could Mo Ziye, who is a veteran, not understand what it means? This made her feel a little wary. A woman often starts with curiosity when she falls against a man. Mo Ziye turned around and looked at the senior brothers and sisters behind her and were still a distance from her and Mo Ziling. She couldn't help but say something unintentionally, "I heard that Yan Liqiang's status in Northwest and Qiyun County is extraordinary. Many people are optimistic about him. He has become kin to the Lu family, a clan of Qiyun County, and is a little ambiguous with a lady from the Zhong family in Northwest. In the future, it may be difficult to marry two of them at the same time. Such men will become fickle whenever they have the ability..."

"Sister, when you say this, it feels like you are talking about Elder He, hehe..." Mo Ziling laughed as if he didn't understand, "Our Elder He has six master's wives..."
Chapter completed!