Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 119 shocked the whole world! Ranked among Qianlong! The three old men with red eyebrows! Red-browed Avenue Master!
at the same time.

The Red Eyebrow Army failed to attack Pingjiang City, and the general Hong Chiyun was killed, like a hurricane, completely sweeping through the entire Yanzhou!
Suddenly, the entire Yanzhou city was shaken!
Who is Hong Chiyun?
Red-browed tiger!

All attacks are invincible and all battles are invincible!
Since joining the Red Eyebrow Army and debuting, he has gone through hundreds of battles without a single defeat!
He is not only the person with the highest prestige among the three elders of the Red Eyebrow Army, he is also a supernova that has attracted much attention in the entire martial arts world, and is the top talent ranked 19th on the Hidden Dragon List!
As Hong Chiyun was killed, just like a meteorite falling into a calm lake, the world instantly became uproar!

And under the uproar, a name named Fang Xuan suddenly appeared on the paper and appeared in the sky!

The rankings of the Qianlong Ranking, which had been dormant for a long time, were updated again. Fang Xuan, who was previously unknown, not only jumped onto the Qianlong Ranking, but also rose steadily, far surpassing Hong Chiyun who was ranked 19th, and climbed to the 10th place in one fell swoop. First place!

With Fang Xuan on the list, his life and past achievements also appeared on the Qianlong list.

From the first battle against Zheng Juexiong, to the incident in Haizhou, and finally, outside Pingjiang City, he single-handedly turned the tide and killed Hong Chiyun.

These pieces, pile after pile, are all connected in series.

In an instant, the entire Yanzhou land was covered.

In other words, the entire Dayang court was completely in an uproar!

The old figure in the middle exudes the aura of decay and decay. He has red hair and red eyebrows, and looks like a withered figure.

Yanzhou, under the towering city walls of Fucheng.

The overwhelming rockets flew together, and hundreds of catapults and heavy ballistae, pulled by countless civilians, projected huge stones one after another towards the towering and thick city wall that was more than ten feet high, breaking through the city walls one by one. crossbow.

Until a long time later.

The old figure on the right has a square face, a tall and muscular body, with red hair like fire. He is wearing a sleeveless red shorts and sits cross-legged with bare feet.

Outside the camp, war was raging, war drums were beating, and the shouts of killing were loud.

This is the main battlefield of the Red Eyebrow Army!
It is also the place where the three elders with red eyebrows are located.

The twelve commanders of the Red Eyebrow Army, eight of whom were present, knelt on the ground respectfully, not daring to raise their heads.

His energy and blood were rolling, like rolling lava flowing in his body, making a rumbling sound.

Deafening roars continued to sound, and the blue sky and the golden sun seemed to be covered, like a doomsday natural disaster.

"Tao Master, Hong. Hong Chiyun was beheaded."

He held a round of white Buddhist beads in his hand and chanted Sanskrit sounds silently in his mouth.

In his eyes, it was as if there were two golden suns, and his eyes were so blazing that no one dared to look directly at them!
The old figure on the left has a skinny figure with a sunken chest. The large floor-length red robe worn on his skinny body makes his figure look even thinner.

These three people are clearly the three elders with red eyebrows!
And the old man sitting in the middle, wearing a gray Yin-Yang fish Taoist robe, is the leader of the three elders with red eyebrows, the Taoist Master of Hong Mei.

His eyes were closed, and there was no joy or sadness on his face. He was wearing an ancient gray yin-yang fish Taoist robe. He looked like the master of Taoism, but there was a sign of compassion between his eyebrows, and he looked like a golden Buddha sitting cross-legged. , the whole person is full of divine flavor.

The Red Eyebrow Army spread all over the mountains and plains, stretching as far as the eye could see like a rolling torrent, launching round after round of attacks towards the Yanzhou capital city that had stood for hundreds of years.

At this moment, in a large camp located at the rear of the Red Eyebrow Army, there was a dead silence.

Large camps with red domes are set up not far from here.

Fang Xuan's name truly appeared on the stage of the entire martial arts world.

The three of them did not make a sound, and the whole camp was quiet.

In front of them, three old figures sat.

Among the twelve generals, a middle-aged man who looked like a bear just took a deep breath and tentatively spoke.

Hear this.

The Taoist Master, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon and looked more like a Taoist master than the leader of an army, slowly opened his eyes.

In the eyes that have been clouded by vicissitudes of life, there is an ancient well without waves, like two deep magic wells, which makes people unable to help but fall into it.

"Fang Xuan."

He murmured to himself, raised his head and looked calmly into the distance, his eyes seeming to penetrate the endless void.

"Yuanjun, Hong Chiyun is your disciple, go and solve it."

The words fell.

The third elder with red eyebrows and red hair like fire, who was sitting on the right, with eyes as blazing as the sun, as if there were ten furnaces of energy and blood in his body, nodded and stood up.

He only took one step to fall, and suddenly he was like a divine eagle looking into the distance, suddenly soaring into the air, and then turned into a red breeze and swept across the sky. The Dao Master, the leader of the three elders with red eyebrows, closed his eyes again, his heart still.

Behind him, there was a faint light of flying immortals that was uncertain.

The apes on both sides of the strait couldn't help, and Qingzhou had passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Above the Pingjiang River, waves rolled in, passing through a rapid water area.

Waves came one after another, and the bow of the big ship fell and rose again, crushing the clear light all over the river.

In the cabin of the big ship.

Fang Xuan sat in the first place, with a long table in front of him. On the long table was a parchment map drawn by an artist who measured the land, detailing the mountains, rivers, and official trails of Yanzhou and Haizhou in Dayang.

Under him, Fang Lan, Sikong Jihuai and other confidants were in the hall. In addition, there were also the masters of Luoying Martial Arts School, the master of Tianhe Martial Arts School and other second-day Guan martial arts masters who chose to accompany him along the way.

According to a rough estimate, there were no fewer than thirty people.

They gather here with only one purpose.

That is-

Training!

"Only by training troops can we strengthen the army! And only by strengthening the army can we truly take the initiative in this era."

Fang Xuan spoke in a deep voice.

This was the decision he made in his heart when he came back from Haizhou this time.

Frankly speaking, he has no ambitions for dynastic hegemony. Rather than becoming an emperor who stays in the Golden Palace every day and seems to rule hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers, but is actually like a bird in a cage, he would rather become an emperor who travels to the North Sea and Mu Cang. Wu, a free and unfettered martial arts expert in the world.

However, he is very aware of his current situation.

In this world, in this era, if you want to truly practice without worries, you need a force that makes people jealous!

And now is the best time to form this force!
"How many people do we have who are over fourteen years old and under sixty years old?" Fang Xuan asked.

Sikong Jihuai and Fang Lan looked at each other, and finally Fang Lan spoke:

"Brother, there are about two thousand people who meet the requirements. Among them, there are about thirty or forty warriors who have entered the country. There are about eight hundred people who have strong combat capabilities. Basically, they have gone through this battle. , the remaining people.

The remaining 1,000 people were basically fishermen and ordinary people. They had never practiced martial arts or experienced war. "

"Yes." Fang Xuan nodded, and then looked at the masters of Luoying Martial Arts School, Tianhe Martial Arts School, Sikong Jie and Chu Chong, who are often responsible for teaching martial arts to juniors from the Sikong family.

"We are all on the same boat now, so I won't say any more nonsense. I will leave the task of training troops to the four of you."

Hear this.

Chu Chong nodded, and when Fang Xuan spoke, he was naturally obedient. Sikong Jie also raised his brows, and his eyes were full of eagerness to try.

He has taught the younger generations in the family one after another, but he has never tried this with hundreds of people training.

however.

The master of the Luoying Martial Arts School, the old man whose real name was Chen Xiaofeng, hesitated for a moment and said in deep thought:
"Gang Leader Fang, we are on the same boat now, and you are also the strongest among us. We chose to follow you, so naturally we respect you. But I would like to put it more coldly, teaching students and training soldiers are completely These two unrelated things, we are afraid that the final effect will be unsatisfactory, so please don’t have too high expectations, Leader Fang."

After the words fell, Fang Xuan nodded thoughtfully.

Before he could speak.

"If Gang Leader Fang doesn't mind, you might as well let me give it a try when it comes to troop training!"

A low voice suddenly sounded outside the cabin.

next moment.

I saw a middle-aged man with mixed gray and black hair and a calm face striding into the cabin.

Fang Xuan raised his eyes and raised his brows, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Why is this person here?

(End of this chapter)