"Su Wu's soul was dismissed in front of the Han envoy, and the ancient cliff was high and the trees were confused. The geese broke the sky and the moon in the sky, and the sheep on the ridge returned to the gate of grass and smoke. The tower was not the armored tent, and when he left, the sword was Ding Nian. The seal of the mausoleum was not seen in Maoling, and he cried to the autumn waves and passed away. "

For Jiang Yan, the name Beihai is better and historically similar to "Lake Baikal". The famous story of "Su Wu Shepherd" takes place here.

When I climbed the high cliff, I saw the white and bright moon shining on the earth. The lake surface was as clear as a mirror. The air was so quiet that I could hear the breeze blowing the leaves and rustling.

"Your Excellency is so interesting and poetic!" A burly young man in his twenties walked slowly, standing on the other side of the cliff three feet away.

Jiang Yan turned his head slightly, and saw the other party dressed as a Turkic warrior. He knew it and said, "Did you come from the Turkic tooth tent?"

The man nodded, and also saw him looking carefully in the moonlight, sighed: "Middle Earth is indeed a brilliant person. Anyone who wanders on the grassland actually has such a charm.

At the same time, Yan Huifeng, his master Bi Xuan, came to avenge the dozen or so compatriots killed by you."

"The eldest disciple of 'Wu Zun' Bi Xuan?" Jiang Yan was a little excited. In the original work, this person was killed by another young Turkic master, Ba Fenghan, and made the latter famous in the grassland.

"That's right." Yan Huifeng said: "Your honorary name has not been asked yet. Which sect is from the Central Plains?"

"Jiang Yan, I won't talk about the name of the family teacher from a small place. Anyway, judging by Brother Yan's attitude, it's either you die or I live, and it's useless to say more." Jiang Yan said nothing more by his name.

"If you follow the rules of the Central Plains, you will actually be Yan Hui, not Yan." Yan Huifeng said sincerely: "I don't have to fight with Brother Jiang. As long as you are willing to go back with me, invest in the Khan's account, and write down all the past."

"Brother Yan, do you know who the poem I just chanted was written for?" Jiang Yan asked back.

"Who doesn't know Su Wu's deeds? I understand Brother Jiang's meaning." Yan Huifeng sighed and said, "But I can't be willing to be loyal to someone like Yang Guang, looking at Brother Jiang's style.

The Central Plains is about to fall, and even the characters like Teacher Zhao come early. Can Brother Jiang tell me what are your concerns?"

The teacher Zhao he mentioned was Zhao Deyan, the leader of the Demonic Sect, and he had a great master in the world, perhaps even more powerful than Lu Meizi. Jiang Yan is no match for now.

Speaking of this, this person still wanted to recruit helpers for Jie Li to help the Turks become stronger. This was Bi Xuan's wish, and no wonder he was always worried about the death of this great disciple later.

"There is no way to do things." The other party was polite, and Jiang Yan couldn't say too much insulting words. He drew out the Turkic scimitar and made a gesture of inviting him.

Seeing that he was unable to persuade him, Yan Huifeng took out a long sword of the Central Plains style, shouted softly, rushed over, and slashed straight from top to bottom.

Jiang Yan held a knife and collided with each other. With the stimulation of strength, the opponent took three steps back, but he took five steps back.

Obviously, Yan Huifeng's strength was much greater than that of him. However, he still felt relieved and the knife was not damaged, which means that the other party was also an ordinary weapon in his hand and was still under control.

Jiang Yan immediately raised his knife and took the initiative to fight with the enemy. Yan Huifeng was not willing to be outdone, so he waved his sword to usher in. In the blink of an eye, he cut ten moves against each other, regardless of height. The two of them did not stop, and they fought fiercely like a storm.

Yan Huifeng's sword moves were straightforward and powerful. Each attack seemed to have exhausted all his strength, but he was magically able to send and receive from the heart, without any hindrance in the turning point.

With these sword techniques alone, they are already far ahead of Wang Bodang and Liu Wuzhou, and Bi Xuan's direct teaching of Yanyang Technique has not been revealed at all.

Jiang Yan did not use all his strength. He only used the characteristics of Xiao Wuxianggong to change his eighteen kinds of sword moves in his hand, which attracted the other party's surprise. With his talented divine power, he was not inferior.

Yan Huifeng knew that he underestimated the other party and was procrastinating to kill the Turkic warriors, probably to confuse him and others, so as not to send out more powerful figures to deal with.

He took a deep breath and said, "Brother Jiang, be careful, I want to use the unique skills of a monk." After that, he suddenly swung forward without any energy, but the space around him was burning and boiling.

Jiang Yan was locked inside, as if he was in a dry desert, so hot that it was breathless. He quickly used the Beiming magic skill, and a cool breath drove away the heat and protected him.

The hand movements did not stop. The scimitar turned into a big opening and closing, and attacked back frantically, as if it was about to set off a dust storm in a desert.

Yan Huifeng was shocked when he saw that he seemed to be unaffected. He also accelerated his movements and fought two times, but instead he took a few steps back.

He naturally understood that the opponent's skills were definitely above him, so he immediately changed his mind, not revenge on his hopes of killing the enemy and avenging his companions, just wanted to have a draw and get out early, so that he could go back and ask the master for advice on how to deal with it.

The opponent's sword move changed and became conservative. Jiang Yan immediately noticed it, and added force on his hands, moved his feet in a row, and turned around the opponent like a gyro, attacking from all directions. The knife moves were different in each direction.

Yan Huifeng was in a hurry and almost got injured. He activated the Yanyang true energy to the extreme, burning the surrounding air to the point, causing the opponent's tricks to be disordered, and then he regained the situation.

He sighed, "Brother Jiang's sword skills are the only one I have seen in my life. I am afraid that it will not take long for a person from Zhongyuan to appear with the Tiandao Song Que style.

If I hadn't known that Song Que never accepted outsiders as his disciples, I almost thought you were his disciple."

Jiang Yan even cut a few times, but he deviated from his target. He frowned slightly and said, "The martial arts level of the Song clan master is not something I can reach now. Even in the future, I will not be able to surpass him in swordsmanship."

"Why is Brother Jiang so unconfident?" Yan Huifeng was a little surprised. Who among them, the pride of heaven, practice martial arts with the ideal of surpassing the three great masters in the world? Moreover, Song Que seems to be a little short of it?

"Because, my most proud martial arts is not the sword technique!" Jiang Yan slashed at him with a knife, and was intercepted by the opponent. He immediately gave up his weapons and used the Tianshan Zhemei Hand in his hand.

With a trick, Yan Huifeng deflected his sword. The man quickly used all his strength and pulled it back, adding more strength and staying still.

Jiang Yan then slapped the "Yang Ge Tianjun" on the back of the knife. The other party finally couldn't stand it. The long sword involuntarily swung to one side, and the middle door opened wide.

Yan Huifeng's face changed drastically, and he tried hard to activate the Yanyang Technique. Unfortunately, he had not yet practiced to the next level and could not form an invisible aura with himself as the center, simulating various airflows that affected the enemy.

Even so, the distorted power was already very powerful, and Jiang Yan used two moves in a row to lose his Tianshan Six Yang Palm.

He raised his eyebrows, with his right hand retracted and released, and then he palmed out. He was light and elegant, with a clear and elegant posture, but he changed little, and he left straight.

Yan Huifeng slashed the long sword and easily resolved it. He said, "Brother Jiang, say goodbye!" and was about to turn around and run away.

Suddenly, he looked solemn, staggered a few times, stood on the spot, and said, "What kind of palm technique is this?"

"Baihong's palm power is straight and straight!" Jiang Yan sighed: "Brother Yan Hui, your Yanyang Dafa has not yet arrived home, and it has distorted my strength and deceived yourself."

Yan Huifeng showed an annoyed expression on his face, and then smiled bitterly: "So that's it. No matter how good the Yanyang Dafa is, it is Master's martial arts after all. I rely too much on it, but I don't know how to think."

"Of course." Jiang Yan said: "The three great masters, the evil king of Tiandao, are the best in the world, who uses other people's martial arts?

The experience of seniors can be learned from. If you want to be superior, you can only go your own way in the end.”

"I heard the truth in the morning and died in the evening! Or I woke up too late!" Yan Huifeng felt a little regretful and regained his spirits, saying, "Brother Jiang is talented and will definitely be prosperous in martial arts! I'll go!"

He used a knife to turn it on the ground and kept it unbearable, but the person had no breath.

"Wang Bodang, Wan'an, Yan Huifeng; Wagangzhai, Yingui Sect, Turkic." Jiang Yan sighed and said to himself:

"This time I went to the North Pole to get the cold jade bed. I didn't get half of the journey and got so many enemies. The so-called good things are a lot of trouble, probably this is how it is!"

...

Crossing the North Sea, further up is Tiel's territory. Tiel's people are even more sparse, and because of the poverty of real estate, the winter is long, and gathering is even more concentrated.

The number one master here is Qu Ao, the "Flying Eagle" who did not bother Jiang Yan, and he easily traveled around. When he arrived further north, he was no longer inhabited. He only relied on the map given by Wang Tong to move slowly.
Chapter completed!