After the meeting, Zhang Sichen, the Marquis of Central Sichuan, returned to his back house and passed by a courtyard with white feathers hanging on it. This was the sister Zhang paying filial piety to Qingyang Marquis Li Longji.
It is ridiculous to say that when Li Longji was alive, Mr. Zhang scolded him eight times a day. Now that he is dead, he suddenly thinks of Li Longji's good deeds and cries every day while wearing sackcloth and mourning.
Walking further, after passing a courtyard, there is a heavily guarded show building.
There is no way, since people from Western Turks came to propose marriage, my precious daughter Susu has tried twice to leave home!
"Master Marquis!" The two generals guarding the door bowed and saluted.
"No one can persuade me. If any of you wants to marry and go to the Western Turks, I won't go!"
Zhang Sixen nodded and was about to walk in when a vase fell from the sky with a "bang" and hit the ground in front of him, breaking into pieces.
Zhang Sixen's mouth twitched, and he threw up his sleeves with a livid face and left: "You don't have to marry if you want, unless you have the ability to ask Li Wenhao to withdraw his troops!"
"This is what you said, you can't go back on it!" Zhang Susu's pretty little face stuck out from the roof. After a while, she became much thinner.
"Huh, if I had known this, I shouldn't have come back in the first place! When Zhang Sixen's figure left, Zhang Susu retracted her head, puffed out her cheeks, and sulked: "How about writing a letter to Ziyi?
Hey, I’m so annoyed, how did this bad guy Li Wenhao become so powerful and even hooked up with Elena!”
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Meishan Pass.
Baimu Qingfu and Yan Guangzu were in terrible condition. Because their injuries were quite serious, they found a secret place halfway to heal their injuries.
By the time the two of them returned to Meishan Pass, the news of the Yan Clan army's defeat was already known to everyone.
Because of the establishment of the portal, Meishan transformed from a wilderness mine into a new and prosperous city in just a few years.
It not only has towering city walls that are hundreds of meters high, but also has spacious and flat streets, as well as large and small shops.
There are also an endless stream of caravans coming from all directions.
Especially during this period, the portal was busy transporting troops, which delayed the transportation of goods, and even more caravans were stranded here.
Originally, they scorned Langya King Li Wenhao's attack and never thought they could win, but now, they are blind.
Although they can take valuable goods away via mountain roads and use talismans to carry them away, what about bulk goods?
The city gate has been closed, and you can no longer leave if you want to.
"Shopkeeper Huang, what should we do? My spiritual rice and spiritual cotton have overwhelmed hundreds of carts. Once Langya breaks through the city, might they be confiscated?"
"Do you have time to worry about Langya? You should worry about the Sha tribe first. I heard the news that the Sha tribe may have to retreat. They will take away all the supplies in the city before leaving!"
"The Sand people want to run away, right?"
"Why not? There are only 100,000 sand tribe troops and 100,000 fearful slaves in the city now. How can we hold it?"
"That's not right, didn't the 100,000 Yan tribe troops arrive this morning? I heard that the leader is a seventh-level warlock named Yan Huo!"
"What Yan Clan Army? The bad thing happened to these 100,000 Yan Clan Army. As soon as these guys came, they forcibly went to the mining area in the back mountain.
Think about it, the Sha people have lost their troops here, and the mines they worked so hard to mine have been taken away, and they can't even defend themselves!"
The city was in chaos. Baimu Qingfu and Yan Guangzu landed on the ground and got on the carriage. They listened to the discussions of the merchants along the way, and their faces became increasingly ugly.
After all, Ancestor Yan Guang is a seventh-level warrior with strong mental power, and he suppressed his emotions in a short period of time.
What he was scolding in his heart now was Yan Huo: "You're such a fool, you can't wait until the battle situation is stable before you take action?
Now it's good, what should we do if the Langya people attack and the Sha tribe gives up their choice?
Once the Sha tribe members run away, the Yan tribe will only have 100,000 people left, how can they protect themselves?"
"Brother Baimu, thank you for saving me this time, otherwise all three brothers in my family would have been in trouble!" Yan Guangzu looked at Baimu Qingfu with a slightly ashamed look on his face: "I just didn't expect that bastard Yanhuo to be so rude.
Don't worry, I will definitely scold him when I see him.
This time to guard Meishan Pass, you and I need to work together to overcome the difficulties!"
"Lord Yanguang is joking. Your Yan Clan is very powerful, but we, the Sand Clan, are dispensable. In this battle to defend the city, the Yan Clan should take the lead!"
Baimu Qingfu had a sullen face and retreated without any pain or itch.
Although he has taken refuge in Langya, as a Sha tribe member, he is still angry at the actions of the Yan tribe people.
"Brother Baimu!" Yanguang Zu said sarcastically: "There are some things that are beyond our control.
Do you know that the eight royal families have decided that other families have also begun to enter the seventh plane to establish strongholds.
In addition to our Yan tribe, the Barbarian tribe, the Soul tribe, and the You tribe will all come, and the first-dimensional forces will also participate.
The competition in this seventh plane will be very fierce, and only by joining forces can we get a share of this feast."
"Is what you said true? Even the forces from the first plane are coming?" Baimu Qingfu looked shocked and said anxiously: "This seventh plane lacks spiritual power, which means it is rich in black iron ore.
Some, what’s there to grab?”
"The news must be true!" Ancestor Yan Guang nodded seriously: "In the past two days, more than a dozen, the first Xuantian Sect disciples arrived!
As for what secrets are hidden in the seventh plane, I'm not sure.
What Fang Zheng and the others said was to lure the tauren to the seventh plane, I don’t believe it!”
"Why don't you believe it? I've heard of this statement too?" Baimu Qingfu asked curiously.
"Because high-level tauren don't dare to come to the seventh plane!" Ancestor Yan Guang said in a low voice and gave an incredible reason.
Baimuqingfu was so shocked that he lost his voice: "This is impossible, the tauren are so powerful, and the major human planes can't defeat them together. How can they be afraid of the seventh plane?"
"This is true!" Yan Guangzu rubbed his face vigorously: "Don't ask me why, and don't ask me why, it's true anyway!"
Baimu Qingfu looked dull and could not speak for a long time. The atmosphere in the carriage was too dull. He opened the window and looked outside.
"Don't miss it if you pass by. The Black Gold Chamber of Commerce will buy all kinds of overstocked goods at a 30% discount. If you don't sell them, you may lose everything. Come quickly!"
The market is sluggish, and every store is selling at a low price. Surprisingly, the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce not only refuses to sell, but is also buying them aggressively. Business is not good!
"I heard that this Black Gold Chamber of Commerce has a good relationship with your regent. It seems that they are very confident in us guarding Meishan Pass. They must protect us!"
Yan Guangzu also noticed the excitement of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce and nodded with satisfaction.
"I want to serve as an example and protect him well!" Baimu Qingfu nodded.
The city lord's palace was in a mess. Half of the door to the meeting hall was missing. It was obviously kicked away by someone.
Because the half door was missing, it was lying on the grass about ten meters away, with a large footprint of forty-five yards in the middle.
"Shapu Youhe, how dare you run away from the battlefield!"
"Yanhuo, you old bastard, you just left when I told you to, what can you do?"
"Two adults, if you have something to say, please don't do anything!"
"Boom!"
Just as Baimu Qingfu and Yan Guangzu entered the courtyard, the roof of the meeting hall exploded and two figures flew out.
An old man in his sixties, a burly man in his prime. It was obvious that the old man was at a disadvantage because he had a blue eye socket.
The burly man was fine except for the black smoke coming out of his hair. He waved his fists and stepped forward!
"Shapu, stop!" Baimu Qingfu hurried forward and stopped Shapu Youhe, the commander of the fifth army of the Sand tribe.