Chapter 182

north.

There was a rumbling sound, the dust rose suddenly, and the ground trembled.

Behind a black line, there is a dense cavalry, like a black cloud, sweeping towards them like a stormy sea, no matter how strong the wall is, they can't stop their blow.

By the Crescent Lake, the people of many small countries panicked, no matter how much the military judge scolded them, it was useless, and it seemed like a catastrophe was imminent.

Even the originally majestic Wu Kingdom army was slightly scattered, which made Fang Yuan's heart tremble.

Knowing that in front of the cavalry of the Yuan Kingdom, even the strength of the Wu Kingdom is slightly inferior.

"Law!"

There are galloping horses and tens of thousands of cavalry.

They came to the lakeside, but they stopped again, ordered and prohibited, and began to set up camp. In the center, a huge golden tent has been set up first. The ground is covered with high-quality woolen blankets, and the outside is decorated with gold leaf, precious stones, and beautiful jade. , like a heavenly palace, suppressing the nations.

"That's not the banner of King Yuan Khan!"

Xie Lingyun looked at the banner displayed on the golden tent, and trembled with anger: "Just a prince, to represent a country? Arrogant and domineering!"

"People are strong and I am weak, so what can I do?"

Fang Yuan was indifferent: "The landlords are here, we should go down too!"

In fact, if the vassal states on this continent can truly unite, a mere Yuan state will definitely be unable to resist, but they have already fought bloody brains, so how can they work together to defend against foreign enemies?

"Not to mention, Yuan Kingdom's main attack direction has always been Xia, Wu and other powerful countries. Of course, other monarchs are eager to watch the fun!"

With this clear realization in his heart, Fang Yuan became even more pessimistic about the future of the League.

After a while, there was a lot of rites and music around the high platform, and many monarchs appeared one by one and took the stage to sit.

On the contrary, Xie Lingyun, biting her cherry lips, came to Fang Yuan's side: "Master... If something goes wrong today, I hope that the most important thing is to protect myself!"

"Of course I understand!"

Fang Yuan knew very well that Xia Guo put the treasure on his ability to break through the Yuantong Realm in the future, so he was so concerned about his own safety.

But how could he tell the truth, just nodded slightly to express his understanding, leaving the princess helpless.

At this time, I can only introduce the characters from various countries to him first:

"That's the king of Qi. Qi has the advantage of the salt fields, and he can be called a rich man. Because the people are rich, there are not many outstanding Wuzong spirits..."

Xie Lingyun instructed Fang Yuan one by one: "There, the red-faced monarch is the monarch of the Kun Kingdom. The Kun Kingdom is small and poor, but its martial arts are strong. Even if it encounters soldiers, it dares to fight. The previous battle of Huangchi , Wu Guo used General Flying Dragon, and it took five years to barely defeat Kun Guo. Afterwards, the cost was liquidated, and the loss was extremely extreme. Since then, Kun Guo has been listed as a country that will not be conquered..."

Fang Yuan glanced at the monarch of Kun Kingdom with great interest, and found that he was indeed very capable, especially with his cultivation base, and even the perfect cultivation base of the twelve levels of martial arts. It was really not easy among a group of monarchs.

At this time, on the opposite table, a fat and white monarch saw Fang Yuan's gaze, and deliberately bowed his hands in salute, very humble.

"Who is that?"

The so-called do not hit the smiling face, Fang Yuan looked at the banner behind him and asked thoughtfully.

"That's Lord Zhu, a good old man, highly respected in the country, just like the previous generations of our Xia Kingdom!"

When Xie Lingyun said this, there was sarcasm on her lips.

As soon as Fang Yuan heard it, he immediately understood that this monarch was just a puppet to balance the forces in Zhu's country.

And before he made a big disturbance in the Zhu country, and even captured the poisonous king Jie Wuming, it can be said that he is very powerful. This person is respectful and fearful, which is understandable.

The Yuanwu League has a specific set of etiquette.

On the high platform, only the monarch has a seat, and no matter what the other followers are, they can only stand.

Back then, when the masters of the three prefectures of Youshan "escorted" Xia Guoguo to the alliance, they also guarded behind him and never left.

The current Fang Yuan and Xie Lingyun are also standing behind Xia Guoguo, but their positions are quite high, and they look like the top five.

‘Is this the position Xia Guo won at this alliance last time? '

Fang Yuan knew very well that once he formally established the Youshan Mansion at this alliance meeting, he would have a place for himself in future alliance meetings.

Of course, this needs to be fought for by oneself. The first thing to face is the difficulties of various countries.

‘I don’t know what the Yuan and Wu Kingdoms have prepared for me today? But really looking forward to it! '

Fang Yuan watched the other monarchs take their seats, and the musicians around them played the song of welcoming the king, which was very in line with ancient etiquette, and even he listened with great interest.

Such grand sights cannot be seen anywhere casually.

Amid the sound of drums and music, the monarch of Wu Kingdom and the prince of Yuan Dynasty also got off their horses and rode up gracefully.

"Wu Qiankun, the monarch of the Wu Kingdom, is said to be wise and powerful. He is a generation of British lords. He is determined to reform and his national power is growing day by day...Of course, after that big defeat, his prestige has been wiped out. Recently, the Yuan Kingdom suffered a small defeat..."

When Xie Lingyun said this, her voice was a little blurred.

After all, if all goes well, maybe this is her husband.

It's just that the world is making fun of people, so it's like this.

"good!"

Fang Yuan also saw Wu Wudao and the others behind Wu Qiankun, shook his head, and looked at Yuan Guo's team: "Where's that young man?"

"He is the eighth son of King Khan of the Yuan Kingdom. His name is Geritu, which means light! It is the best choice for the crown prince."

Xie Lingyun frowned beautifully.

As soon as the eighth prince entered the arena, his eyes wandered. She keenly felt that more eyes were paying attention to her, and she couldn't help feeling ashamed and angry.

"Sure enough, Wolf Gu Yingshi!"

Fang Yuan nodded, then shook his head again: "Since the Yuan Kingdom has established itself, it still can't get rid of its original tribal habits. If the two don't rely on each other, I'm afraid there will be a catastrophe!"

Among all the countries, the eldest son inheritance system is still emphasized. The Yuan Kingdom was influenced by other countries, and this trend of thought may not be absent.

Coupled with the shaman and advanced medical skills, the lifespan of the nobles of the Yuan Kingdom has long been shorter than before. If this continues, troubles will inevitably occur in the future.

Undoubtedly, at that time there will be a good show of brothers framing each other.

Geritu's eyes swept across the princes in the south, and saw many faces that were either pale, flattering, or fearful, but his heart suddenly became hot: "Sure enough... the southerners are as weak as the rumors, and they like to fight among themselves. This world will eventually be mine, and it will be shrouded in light! '

As far as he could see, he suddenly saw another woman.

She was dressed in fluttering white clothes, with a graceful figure, and a trace of nobility in her awe-inspiring expression, and she couldn't help but feel moved.

‘Since eldest brother offered the princess of Xiyebu to make father and king happy, I can’t lag behind. '

Immediately stopped, and said in a southern dialect: "You are..."

"His Highness the Eighth Prince, this is the daughter of Lord Xia, Princess Lingyun!"

Next to it, an etiquette officer spoke hastily.

"You, not bad! Very good!"

Geritu laughed loudly, the light in his eyes made Fang Yuan frown in displeasure.

"and who are you?"

Geritu turned his gaze, and immediately noticed Fang Yuan again.

"His Highness the Eighth Prince!"

Wu Wudao rolled his eyes, and a malicious voice came over: "This is the number one warrior among our southerners, the Lord of Youshan Mansion in Xia Kingdom—Fang Yuan! He is only twenty years old this year!"

"You are Fang Yuan?"

The Eighth Prince's eyes were fixed: "I don't know how it compares with the number one warrior in my Yuan Kingdom? Zhuo Ligetu!"

As soon as he shouted, a big black-faced man behind him immediately took a step forward.

This person is eight feet tall, with a rough face, narrow eyes with green light, nose protruding, like a wolf like an eagle, wearing a prairie robe, but showing his chest, with a blue wolf head tattooed on it.

Zhuoligetu means fearless in grassland language.

This person's aura is calm, hidden but not revealing. According to Fang Yuan, he is also a first-class Wu Zong, and he is even higher than the Wu Kingdom Flying Dragon General.

"I will offer a hundred horses and ten golden pancakes, and I bet your warriors will not be as good as mine!"

The Eighth Prince took a step forward and stared at the Lord Xia: "How is it?"

"Ahem..."

The Lord Xia coughed and his face became even paler.

Xie Lingyun couldn't see it, and stood up: "Eighth Prince, please respect yourself! Are you going to break up the alliance before the alliance has started?"

Gerritu was taken aback.

It was only then that he remembered that he was not King Khan, but just a prince, and even the position of prince was not very secure.

This time, King Khan entrusted him with a heavy responsibility. If he acted impulsively for a while, the brothers who were eyeing him would definitely not let go of this good opportunity.

Immediately sneered, turned his head and left, and sat in the first seat in Yuan Kingdom.

The ceremony official let out a sigh of relief, and said in a deep voice: "The kings of all countries are here, let's start the military parade!"

The Yuanwu League is originally a show of strength, and a leader must be selected!

In the past, this honorary leader always fell on the heads of Yuan and Wu.

If the Wu Kingdom wins, the grassland will be safe and sound, and in the name of the lord, they can annex the mountains and rivers and dominate the world in the name of mediation among the allies.

If the Yuan Kingdom wins, knowing the weakness of the southern states, it will often set off a frenzy of nomads going south, and the people will suffer.

'It's just...no matter what, there's nothing wrong with Xiaomin! No! Not even a small country what's the matter...'

Fang Yuan glanced at the monarchs of those small countries, and there was pity in his expression: "Xing, the people are suffering! Death, the people are suffering! It's because it's an extraordinary world after all, and there is still room for us practitioners!"

Woohoo!

The bugle sounded, and elite soldiers from all over the world came out of the camp, lined up in a square formation, and passed under the high platform in an orderly manner.

All of a sudden, there were bursts of yellow dragons, tumbling armor, and flashing swords under the high platform, which was quite lively.

'Well, elite soldiers from all over the world generally have the four levels of internal breath, and the average line of physical fitness is very high...'

Fang Yuan looked at it for a while, and suddenly he had a bottom line.