After traveling for eight years, you said that I am a villain?Panic

The wind of the prairie blows over a rough face, and combs his thick beard a little rough. His burly figure exceeds an astonishing 2 meters, and his black hair, like a steel wire rope, is randomly tied into braids by colorful thin ropes. , also scattered in the back of the head so casually.

If you look closely, the multicolored strings are emitting a faint light. She is wearing a fur coat made of the fur of an unknown monster, and some cloth pieces are also made of the fur of a monster. Look at some of the hip-hop styles that were popular on Blue Star, and the whole look is a classic mix-and-match fashion.

Under the thick eyebrows, a pair of sharp eyes are slightly squinted, the high bridge of the nose is like a vicissitudes of stone, the black lips are as if carved by a stonemason, three-dimensional and powerful, the nostrils are slightly enlarged, and a white mist gushes out like a dragon, panning The reddish-black skin seems to have been ravaged by strong winds all year round, but it has a strong sense of roughness.

Looking around, apart from the one who just made a sound, countless men sitting on horseback all carried the wild wildness of the grassland.

The man raised his right hand,

The sound of rumbling horseshoes stopped abruptly within a few breaths.

Forbidden!

Terrifying army execution and jaw-dropping manipulation.

The pupils of the person who made the sound shrank instantly,

In the ears, there were bursts of snorting and the breathing of the surrounding soldiers who looked like prairie wolves, mixed with the grinning of the flag blown by the strong wind.

It was like a sledgehammer hitting the man's heart.

Running like a cunning rabbit, quiet like a virgin.

The idiom originally used to describe an individual is now placed on an army.

Intangible is a good interpretation of the horror of this army.

It's so terrifying, won't it really lure wolves into the house, right?

Do not,

This is attracting a terrifying behemoth.

However, after such a terrifying army collided with Da Zhou, it must have cost a lot of lives.

And they only need to come to a critical moment, and then they will end. After all, the Ning family has been sitting in the seat for so long, and their buttocks should also move!

By the way, there is also that damned, shameless Wang family, it's time for their family to get rid of the roof.

"This time our ministry went south in the name of the Great Khan. Since the emperor came to power, there have been so many disturbances in the Great Zhou Dynasty. At this time, they are like a cloud of masters, and Tianjiao is like a locust. They are really the confidantes of my Great Khan Empire. Serious trouble, if you Dayan people dare to act like this this time, aren't you afraid that the Ning family will settle accounts?"

While thinking about it, the big man's voice came from his ear, like a thunderbolt exploding in his ear.

"Wuritu Khan, as long as the big thing is done, I don't think anyone from the Ning family will come to settle accounts with us, right? Are you right?"

When Wu Ritu heard this, his eyes sparkled.

"Brother Sima, it seems that you have a plan in mind. This time, our Wuri tribe gathers all the soldiers and horses. It is only a matter of time before we want to capture Dazhou, but..."

Wu Ritu changed his voice.

"Although the heroes on my prairie are all very powerful, our alchemists and weapon refiners are far behind your Central Plains people, and there is even a shortage of natural materials and earth treasures. This war is about logistical supplies. Now the distance is huge. Zhou's Xiangyang Pass is only 3000 miles away, this supply???"

Sima Yi smiled as usual on his face, but sneered in his heart.

What are supplies?

It is not their royal family Ning Family that has the most resources in the Dayan Empire, but a family that has already been formed as a monolith.

It is a lucrative business to remove a few thorns in the eye with only a little pill and weapon.

As for their royal family, the Ning family, when they fall, their aristocratic family will continue to play music and dance!

Well, this is also the solution that kid Li Wanji came up with.

At that time, it is said that there will be a parliamentary system, and when there is something to vote, each family will take turns to sit in the position of president. The Sima family has endured it for so many years, and it is time to show their muscles.

"Wuritu Khan, the supply has already been arranged. It must be waiting for us not far away at this time. It should not be too late. In order to prevent any changes, we should hurry as soon as possible!"

Sima Yi looked up at the sun hanging high in the sky, pointed in a direction and said.

Wu Ritu nodded.

The army set out, and this time they went south, almost all of their Wuritu tribe came out.

The Thirteen Eagles of the Grassland Twelve eagles came, and only one warrior of the tribe was left to guard the house.

The Wuri tribe is composed of thirteen small tribes, and Wuritu is the co-owner elected by these thirteen tribes.

There is also a leader of the entire grassland on it, who is Genghis Khan of the Golden Family!

This time they went south, the Thirteen Eagles of the Grassland were in charge of the Great Zhou Empire, while the Great Yan Empire was the main attack of the Wanyan family.

The Wanyan family is known as the seven wolves of the grassland, and their number is much smaller than that of their Wuri tribe. However, since the Chengji family ruled the grassland ten thousand years ago, the disputes within the grassland have ended. Although there are occasional frictions, it is not as chaotic as before. Extremely comparable.

However, it is said that the Wanyan tribe has some small thoughts, but why don't they Wuri tribe have some extra thoughts?

The sound of horseshoes resounded through the world again, and the scaly horse galloped southward on the green grass.

Two full hours passed, and two people were seen floating in the air in the distance.

Sima Yi laughed out loud.

"Wuritu Khan, ahead is the gift we prepared for the warriors!"

Wu Ritu showed a satisfied smile on his face. Although the grassland has been preparing for so many years, the weapon pills are not as scarce as he said, but they come for nothing, why not?

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On the other side, Wang Moyi has already separated from Wang Doudou.

At this time, he had already returned to the small courtyard where the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty sent him. Outside the courtyard, Zhenzhenaiai also hung a plaque named by Wang Moyi himself.

"Wang Moyi's Production Base"

The two girls, Zhenzhenaiaiai, were also speechless when they heard that Wang Moyi had given the small courtyard a name.

It was the first time they heard the term production base.

Other people's courtyards are either Xiangmingju, or Lanting Courtyard, or Luming Pavilion at worst!

That is called a poetic and artistic conception, which meets the standards of both aesthetic and artistic conception.

But this "Wang Moyi's Production Base"?

This?

Quick-minded, intelligent and exquisite, they also understood that production base is a noun after a little thought.

I just don't know what aspect of production this production refers to.

They hadn't heard that Wang Mo would be refining tools and alchemy for a while.

Is it the production of little monkeys?

I don't know if it is the production method and the products they produce in their minds.

The two sisters looked at each other, and at the same time, their cheeks were dyed with a layer of morning glow, so they were so beautiful. Wang Moyi went to Wang Doudou, but he didn't see such an attractive scenery.

Wang Moyi nodded in satisfaction. Now that there are dog legs coming to join him, he must not have knocked on the wrong door.

Just now he made a special trip to the Great Zhou Palace,

With his thick skin thicker than the city wall and the city wall, he asked the old emperor of the Zhou Dynasty to ask for two good treasures.

Refining Furnace and Alchemy Furnace!

Of course, I didn’t forget to take a trip to the Holy Land of Taiyin,

With a big wave of Lin Luoxin's hand, he sent a Bafang Mo Linghuo.

Bafang Mo Linghuo, a Xuan-level 7th-grade strange fire, Wang Moyi originally wanted a higher-grade strange fire.

But after saying the request, Lin Luoxin's pretty fair face darkened on the spot, and he took a 40-meter-long stick and stabbed him.

Wang Mo was so scared that he ran out of Lin Luoxin's boudoir in a hurry!

Wang Mo carried a smelting furnace exuding jewels and precious air in one hand, and stepped into his private courtyard with a serious expression.

Called Zhenzhen and Aiai, let them watch carefully.

Yes,

That's right,

He's about to start pretending!

No, it's time to start refining!