Lost Xiaonanzhou Group

Chapter 169 Misfortunes Never Come Alone
Han Yuan let out a sigh of relief.

Running along the bank of the canal, there are endless solitary graves and wild piles along the way.

not yet.

Located outside Yanmen Pass, it is in charge of guarding the middle road of Song State to defend against the incoming tide. Yang Wudi personally leads the elite of Tianbo Mansion, together with an army of [-] warriors, the life-and-death battle against the dark tide has officially begun.

Eastern line.

Outside the Great Wall of Song of the Boaters on Shannan Road, it is still peaceful and quiet.

Han Yuan knows: this is just a temporary illusion.

It is destined that someone threw their heads and blood and sacrificed their lives in exchange for this moment of delay in destruction.

He ran faster and faster.

Even for a certain period of time, he was frantically competing for speed with those geese who fled south in the sky.

Gradually, the front is empty.

When the terrain reaches here, there is a very strange upward slope and arc.To a certain extent, it is somewhat similar to the "curvature" effect of the path during the trials of ancient warriors.

From a geographical point of view, this terrain is not natural, but more "artificial".

According to Han Yuan's visual inspection, this section is: within a range of 350 miles in length and [-] miles in width, there are no less than a thousand semi-elliptical low mounds like catacomb shelters, and they are clearly arranged according to a certain formation.

Han Yuan walked quickly to a semi-elliptical low mound.

The surface of the mound is paved with white rock that resembles the bones of monsters in the cave, and is engraved with cicada-like patterns similar to the condensed ice film of the devil's eye spring.

However, with Han Yuan's current knowledge of Chede, he just glanced at it, then shook his head and said:

"Looking like a cat or drawing a tiger is not enough, and it probably won't be of much use."

There is no underground space built on the semi-elliptical low hills, they are arranged in such an array, combined with the artificial terrain design here.

Even if Han Yuan doesn't understand geography, he can still see clearly that these handicrafts must have been specially built to guard against the "Twelve-level Wind Beacon Tower" of the Nether Tide.

"Maybe it will be of some use!"

After all, Han Yuan was not sure.

Just as he was about to go all out and cross this "windbreak" area.Suddenly, he stabilized his figure and looked to the left front of his line of sight.

"boom!"

A musket-like shot fired.

Its distance is far beyond the range of muskets, and it is mostly used as a warning or scare.

This musket was fired from a pitch-black warship coming south along the canal. When Han Yuan saw the familiar figure appearing at the bow, he immediately smiled.

"Hey! That sunspot! The army ship of the hidden sect is patrolling here. The tide is coming, so please report your name!"

At the bow of the boat, a young man whose cultivation base was at the eighth rank of warrior shouted loudly at Han Yuan.

"Hack your head!"

Han Yuan cursed in a low voice, then he quickly stepped forward and shouted loudly:
"Fang Kuohai, are you blind or something, I don't even recognize my young master?"

Hearing this, the person at the bow quickly rubbed his eyes, and after only one glance, he immediately held down the companion who was shooting with a gun beside him.

"His grandma's, tell him right, she is really an acquaintance!"

Fang Kuohai explained with a wry smile.

After boarding the boat, Han Yuan was happy to meet again after a long absence, and he pretended to hug Fang Kuohai.

"stop!"

Fang Kuohai immediately raised his arms and shouted.

Fortunately, Han Yuan's cultivation base has soared. He hit a blow, and the momentum that was originally like a galloping horse stopped immediately. Han Yuan smiled and said:

"Yo! Fang Kuohai, I didn't expect to see you for a long time, and you are already at the ninth rank! Look at this posture, you will get promoted and get rich!"

Fang Kuohai felt as if ten thousand fierce horses were running wildly in his heart. Before he could complain, the young man next to him, who was at the eighth level of warrior, said:

"Brother Kuohai, who is this black...young man? He is so powerful, he immediately asked us our questions? Brother Kuohai, how did you manage to rise to two ranks in half a year? You are simply too good!"

How could Fang Kuohai answer the secret about his "luck", he coughed and his face straightened.

"Mo Yun, let me introduce you, this black...uh! This young handsome man, despite his tall and fast growth, he is actually...uh! Let me do the math...he is only under 14 years old. Xiaowa who is [-] years old. His name is Han Yuan, by the way, his sister is a female devil, so please don't provoke him."

Han Yuan frowned.

Suddenly, the young man Fang Kuohai called "Mo Yun" opened his mouth wide and let out an exclamation.

"Han Yuan, could it be that Han Yuan sent by our hidden sect to try the warriors in the Catacombs!"

His exclamation was quite loud, causing many young people from the land to rush to the bow after hearing the news.

Fang Kuohai squeezed his thigh secretly and said in hatred: "How could I forget the virtue of Mo Yun's quick talker?"

But how could he have time to regret it now?

When Han Yuan nodded and said "Yes", thunderous applause erupted on the deck.

Mo Yun blushed, extremely excited.

"I finally met him, the pride of our Yinzong cave warrior trial. He is Han Yuan. Do you know the ranking of the top warriors in the world today?"

Everyone shook their heads curiously, and some even urged: "Speak quickly, talk quickly, the most annoying thing is to leave half of what you say!"

Han Yuan nodded immediately.

Fang Kuohai was so angry that his thigh was pinched and swollen.

Seeing everyone gathered around, Mo Yun cleared his throat first, and said slowly:

"I just got the news from the Ministry of Prisoners the day before yesterday that there are a total of 18 people on the main list of today's top fighters. Han Yuan from our Yinzong ranks..."

Mo Yun paused for breath on purpose, and even Han Yuan couldn't help his heart beating faster, so he could only urge, "Say it quickly!"

Amidst the urging voices of the crowd, Mo Yun said in a deep voice:
"second!"

There was cheering on the deck.

Han Yuan was at a loss, then blushed and said:

"Nonsense! Pheasant list!"

There was a sudden silence on the deck.Mo Yun said with a smile: "Master Han Yuan, don't be modest, why is it a pheasant list? If I tell who is the number one, you will know whether it is a pheasant or not?"

"Who?"

Han Yuan rushed to ask questions before everyone was talking.

"Yang Zaixing!"

There was another exclamation on the deck.

Han Yuan was even more dazed. He muttered to himself: "Where is Yue Chong? No, Yue Chong, Shan Zeng Ciji, Qiong Yao Nayan, Ren Qingchou, Han Gan, Su Ren... Before the training was completely over, he immediately entered the Martial Master Realm."

"Monk Sledgehammer, Zhen Pojia, Wuyanshan, Di Feijing...how many of them are they ranked?"

Mo Yun shook his head immediately and said: "I don't know, it seems that I have heard of these names somewhere, maybe they didn't make the list, right? Or ranked after eighteenth."

Han Yuan said coldly with a dark face: "Where is Zhang Kuan? You must have heard of his name before!"

Mo Yun smiled and said: "Although Zhang Kuan is from the Tiangang Group, he is also the pride of our Yinzong's younger generation after all. He broke through the martial arts realm two months ago. Therefore, the top warriors are among the top [-], so naturally we will not let him go." included."

Hearing this, Han Yuan felt even more uneasy, and he quickly asked:
"Where's Thunder?"

"Oh! Lord Lei Ming! I just know this. You really asked the right person. On the [-]th day of last month, Lord Lei Ming broke through the Martial Master Realm, and once he breaks through, he will be the third rank of Martial Master!"

Thunderous cheers broke out on the deck again.

Han Yuan's heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the lake.

"Presumably their names didn't appear on the list. Erde, Damang, Wan Chongguang, Lianlian...all entered the martial arts realm, ahhhhh! Damn, it's the end of the car again..."

"Mumbling, what are you scolding? Is it too late for me to complain?"

Fang Kuohai smiled wryly.

Han Yuan frowned and said, "Why are you complaining? In the past six months, I haven't robbed you of shit luck. All in all, it's your own disappointment."

Fang Kuohai spat: "A crow's mouth. Misfortune comes from the mouth, and it doesn't come alone!"

While speaking, both of them looked in the same direction.

(End of this chapter)