Chapter 521 The army surrounded Fulu Mountain, and Fengnian conquered Mi Fengjie
Stepping on the afterglow that kept retreating to the high place, Xu Fengnian carried two cages of red-bellied pheasants back to the yard. Wang Shiwei accidentally revealed a flaw and went down the mountain to Zhang. The woman who seemed cute and stupid obviously did not take it seriously. During this period, Xu Fengnian could still wander around, while Wang Shiwei was strictly imprisoned in the courtyard, with hidden whistles staring at him around, especially the news that the officers and soldiers were about to enter the mountain spread throughout Fulu Mountain. Two masters with long and orderly breathing were directly seated in the courtyard, which made Wang Shiwei see life and death. When Xu Fengnian walked into the yard, he was sitting on the steps and drinking heavily, full of heroism. Xu Fengnian was infected by it and sat beside him, put down the chicken cage, took the wine pot from him, and looked up to take a sip of the strong wine. The supper was particularly rich, with big fish and meat. Wang Shiwei smiled and looked at life and death, saying, “It seems that the gang of bad people in Fulu Mountain are going to be killed by mistake. This meal is about to leave, Xu Zhuzhu, you are benefiting from Wang’s glory. Speaking of which, if Brother Xu, you still have the chance to go down the mountain, please tell me my wife and children in Mati County, Qingnian County, that Wang Shiwei is not cowardly. Brother Xu, remember to say especially to my child, the common man, that the bandits in Jinjishan can uproot the roots, and his father has made great contributions!”
Wang Shiwei drank the wine, and his expression was calm, “I just felt sorry for the two of them, I feel a little guilty.”
Xu Fengnian nodded without saying anything consolation.
Early the next morning, there was a lot of movement on Fulu Mountain, and more than 180 young and strong bandits rushed down the mountain, with great momentum.
The yard where Xu Fengnian and Wang Shiwei lived was already confined. Wang Shiwei sat in the hall, resting in peace and nourishing his energy. He was preparing to kill one and make a profit when Fulu Mountain turned against each other, and kill one pair as if he had made a profit.
Xu Fengnian left his body early and wandered around.
He quietly came to the dense forest of Fulu Mountain, standing on the hidden treetops and branches of a mountain peak in the middle, watching the battle situation quietly.
Fan Xiaochai, who had the tail and copper rust, was indeed not stupid. He probably guessed that Xu Fengnian would “get out of sight” to watch the battle, so he sneaked into the backyard and sat cross-legged on the bed with only a wall, holding the sword at his waist with both hands. During the nine days of Xu Fengnian’s journey, Xu Yan’s troops “guarded the pass” and always protected the enemy, because they were afraid that someone would take the opportunity to “get out”. Most of the souls travel far away from the orifices and condense and form, and the strength of the body will be greatly reduced. This is an established fact that even the land gods cannot tamper with. Although there is no written record in Taoist scriptures, Fan Xiaochai has already entered the martial arts world and is able to stand out among the many spies in the Fushui Society. His intelligence is definitely not bad. If he wants to kill Xu Fengnian, the sixth in the world, is the best time. She doesn’t think there will be such an opportunity in the future. So she took action without hesitation. The copper rust and the bird’s tail broke through the wall with one sword, like a needle piercing paper, easy to move, and the delicate body also cracked the wall in one go. The moment when Fan Xiaochai vaguely saw the back through the dust, he was not tooIf there is too much hatred, there is only liberation. When Fulu Mountain saw him, it didn’t mean that he hated him to the core, but it didn’t mean that Fan Xiaochai would put down his butcher’s knife and become a Buddha on his own. Moreover, there was no record in the Buddhist scriptures that any woman could become a Buddha.
When Fan Xiaochai was only one foot away from his back, his energy was already full of energy to reach the first level.
The bronze rust sword tip suddenly increased sharply, and the sword qi had arrived before the sword’s edge reached.
Xu Feng was standing on the branch in a silence, unable to help but laugh, “You think Gao Shulu’s body is made of paper, otherwise I will leave my body and travel easily.”
Ignoring the changes in the courtyard, Xu Fengnian looked into the distance and finally began to die.
There is no such thing as a small war, so it is impossible to talk about the heavenly time, but there is no doubt that Fulu Mountain has all the advantages of the territory. More than 20 military scouts were thrown into the mountains. It was difficult to capture the military information of the fighter jets that were beneficial to the situation and successfully pass them back as soon as possible. There are six beacon towers that are not easy to detect in Fulu Mountain. Since the Wei and Jin dynasties, who were born in a military lieutenant, pursued the suffocation of the outside and tight inside, there was only one mountain outside. There were only eight beacons at first, but later, eight were added in one breath, half guarding and half swimming. The latter was accompanied by birds singing and sending messages, which was even more secret and difficult to detect.
More than 180 strong bandits in the mountains of Talisman Mountain were divided into three groups of soldiers. The Sanshan Lord Nan Baoyu led the way. He was an eight-foot-foot-strong man who used a pair of gilded sledgehammers. He had the least number of people under his command, thirty people. Everyone was agile and wore a short knife and carried a bow and arrow. He really had the same climate as a crossbowman. They showed a fan-shaped and moved forward rapidly. Several cautious officers and soldiers quickly had a quick contact with these bandits, because there was no light or darkness, but a close-knit fight. The scout’s sword technique was in a distinctive style of the Beiliang army, concise, practical, and most importantly, to fight to the death.