Yang Zhao was actually healing the wounds of Sima Huang Tomb, which was clearly the enemy. The bearded guest was quite surprised when he saw it. But he was meticulous and then he understood the intention of the young prince. He nodded in a deep voice and said, "It's done. Why, does the King of Henan want to take Sima Ping for his own use?"

"Sima Ping is dead, and he is Sima Huang Tomb now." Yang Zhao did not hide it and said bluntly: "The White Tiger King is well-informed. It should be known that the Duke of Yue Yang Su has been planning to rebel recently and has been wanted by the court. This person's power is mixed between the court and the country. If he escapes Daxing this time, he will definitely not be willing to hide his name and survive. No matter what the temple is in the world, there will be a lot of trouble. At this time of storm, I urgently need the assistance of a capable master. Sima Huang Tomb is determined to atone for his sins, so he accepted him. The same goes for Sanshe and Mo San. White Tiger King, you won't be surprised, right?"

The White Tiger King stroked his beard and said, "The three of them are not evil, let alone the death cannot be resurrected. If you really repent and can make up for your mistakes, it is of course the best. Although Yang Su was wanted by the court, I have heard of some of the things that I am in remote southern barbarians. But... Since there is such a big event, why didn't the King of Henan take charge of Daxing, but came to a remote country like ours?"

Yang Zhao sighed and said, "This matter is hard to describe. The details can be explained in detail later. The White Tiger King, I have a reluctant invitation. You have returned to the Southern Barbarians on this trip, and I want to go with you. I don't know if you can?"

The bearded guest smiled and said, "If the King of Henan had not helped him in time tonight, Sister Miaoying would have been tragically attacked by the old monster Yin and Yang. He did not thank him for his kindness, but Zhang had recorded this. Since the King of Henan was interested in joining the Southern Barbarians, Zhang, as a landlord, would be a good hospitality for distinguished guests." After a pause, he turned around and said, "Miaoying, why don't you stay in Baihu Castle for a few days."

Xia Miaoying's heart was cocoa, and a strand of love was wrapped around the White Tiger King. Anyway, the united faction was responsible for all the miscellaneous matters in Jianwei County. It was okay to leave for ten days and half a month for a short time. At that moment, he was secretly happy and bowed his head to agree. Yang Zhao couldn't help but feel funny in his heart when he saw the two of them in this situation. He thought that if he had the chance to become a beauty of a human being, he could not let the charming Tongtian Empress in front of him become the beautiful lady in the future because of the lack of love nourishment, and only the strange temper of Tongtian Lao Lao was left. Looking back at Danmei and Blood Phoenix, he saw that the two of them had finished breathing and opened their eyes. He also smiled and said, "Sister Mei, Miss Du. The matter is over here. What are you two planning?"

After spending a few days together, Danmei felt that she was quite similar to the one who was in Tongtian’s relationship with the White Tiger King. When she heard Yang Zhao ask, she whispered: “Sister Mei promised to accompany you into the Southern Barbarians, naturally... there will be a beginning and an end.” The Blood Phoenix was clearly divided into gratitude and gratitude for Yang Zhao’s rescue from the Four Nightmares of the Underworld just now. She said loudly: “Du Lian, thank you for helping the prince just now. Since the prince has something to do, Du Lian is willing to help, please don’t dislike him.”

Danmei is a disciple of the Yingui Sect of the Demon Sect, so I will not care about this for now. Du Lian is the fast sword and is also Du Fuwei's biological sister. Yang Zhao also hopes to recruit him under his command. At that moment, the little prince smiled and said, "Miss Du is willing to help, and I am even more reluctant to ask for it."

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After struggling for so long, it was already bright before I knew it. Whether it was the little prince or the bearded guest, they were all people with profound cultivation. Even if they were running back and forth this night, they were not tired. When everyone left the restaurant, Juanyun Yingduotu had already found a few carriages, so they asked Mo San to give it to him, Bofu, Blood Phoenix, Danmei and other wounded men to ride on them. The rest of the people boarded the horses and left Jianwei County in a mighty manner and entered the hinterland of the southern barbarians.

In the hinterland of the Southern Barbarians, the climate is warm, humid, and miasma is everywhere. Looking around, there are all mountains and unopened primeval forests. Various poisonous insects and beasts are emerging one after another. If there is no one leading the way and you will only be lost among the mountains and forests, and you will be exhausted and unable to turn it out. However, it is a different matter with the White Tiger King and his men as voluntary guides. Even though the mountain road along the way is rugged, it is still safe and smooth. However, the territory of the White Tiger tribe is in the hinterland of the Southern Barbarians, but it cannot be reached in three days or two days. Yang Zhao knew that he couldn't come, so he had to force himself to hold on. There was nothing else on the way, so he went to visit Mo San, who was finally pulled back from the gates of hell by Bofu.

Although Mo San Qiyou saved his life, his right arm had been cut off by the Blood Phoenix's elbow at the elbow, and his life's martial arts were ruined. The former Nanman Yi Kuaishou's hand was disappointed and wanted to break himself. But Yang Zhao reminded him that he had a left arm, which was not a waste. He also showed him the Yanwu Theory - the peerless sword technique of using Qi to defeat the fierceness. Mo San Qiyou rekindled hope from despair, determined to refer to the Yanwu Theory's moves and create a new left-hand one-arm sword technique by himself. The more he succeeded, he challenged the Blood Phoenix again and wiped the shame of defeat in the battle. The Blood Phoenix sneered and did not take the defeated general in his heart. It was just because she was extremely confident in her hidden air blade, and the last move "Drinking Blood Phoenix Lotus" had not been mastered, and there was still a lot of room for improvement, and she was absolutely not afraid of any challenges.

As for Feitian "Situ Ya", the little prince was also amazed at his brilliant skills, so-called "learning literary and martial arts and selling them to the emperor's royal family". Feitian's reputation is very strong and he has long since wanted to wander around the world. He was quite moved when he saw the authority of the White Tiger King. However, the authority of the White Tiger King was always limited to the Southern Barbarians, and Feitian was a northerner and was not very adaptable to the climate of the Southern Barbarians. Yang Zhao was a legitimate Henan King and a general of the Shangzhu Kingdom. His status and power were only higher than that of the White Tiger King. Therefore, when the little prince expressed his intention to recruit, Feitian immediately agreed to join the Henan Palace to be loyal to the Henan Palace. At this point, although Yang Zhao's original intention of entering the Southern Barbarians had not yet been realized, he had successfully recruited Sima Huang Tomb, Blood Phoenix, Feitian, Three Snakes, and Mo Sanqiuqiu and other five masters, and the harvest was abundant.

During the journey, Yang Zhao also told Qiuyan in detail that Yang Xuangan was the rebirth of the King of Western Chu. After hearing this, Qiuyan couldn't help but feel incredible and almost unbelievable. He inquired in detail about the fierce battle in the palace that day, and learned that even the sect leader of Jile Sect Mahaye was defeated by Yang Xuangan's sword, and a strong sense of competitiveness arose.

In terms of cultivation, as early as twenty years ago, the bearded guest was slightly better than his senior brother Chaoyang Tianshi. Later, he ran away from Zhengyidao and went west to Daqin (Rome) to become a gladiator, and experienced hundreds of life-and-death battles in the arena, constantly honing himself. Not only did he cultivate Zhengyi Pure Yang Gong to the realm of fire, he also created the extremely powerful Tiger Roar Emperor Fist, and his martial arts cultivation level was higher than that of the hundred-foot pole. In the past twenty years, the bearded master of Chaoyang Tianshi was repeatedly defeated by Mahaye. From the achievements, it can be seen that the cultivation of the sect leader of the Jile Master is more than one step higher than that of the head of Zhengyidao. But even so, Mahaye still could not take over Yang Xuangan's three swords. So if the person present to fight with the re-life king that day was Qiuye, how many swords could he take? Will there be a chance to win?

——Ou Subai collects the dividing line—
Chapter completed!