C24 (1/2)

The Shangjing flowing out of the Cloudstand, just as the martial artists had their own opinions, a middle-aged man suddenly flew out from the group of rich people, walked quickly to the side of the Zhuang Bao brothers, and said loudly: ”Everyone, quiet down, it's so noisy.

I'm afraid that we won't be able to set out on the front lines today. Not only Zhao, but we also have a suggestion to ask everyone to consult. I think that when we're on the way, Golden Tiger and Zhuang Pao will be our leaders.

When we get to the front lines, we will have to listen to General Zhang's commands and ask him to arrange for us. ” With that, the crowd loudly cheered.

Seeing such a situation, Jin Hu and Zhuang Bao did not decline, and they quickly thanked everyone for their trust. Since they had chosen their leader, the group of tycoons was ready to set off.

At this moment, Zhuang Guo suddenly said, ”Pour the wine!” All he saw was a group of villager pushing a small cart rushing over. Every martial artist had a bowl and then poured himself a full cup of wine.

Their movements were orderly and quick, and very quickly, they were all filled with wine. Zhuang Bao raised the wine in his hand, calling out to the crowd, ”Everyone, please drink this bowl of wine to toast to our upcoming victory!”

The group of tyrants agreed, straightforwardly getting rid of the wine in the bowl. They threw the bowl onto the ground, and only heard the sound of shattering bowls. Then, the heroes mounted the horses, and Zhuang Bao and Jin Hu led the way south, causing the sound of horses' hooves and dust to rise into the air.

After the group of heroes and the manor elementalists left, Fang Yunlong and the other three walked out of the enchanting array. Fang Yunlong stood on top of a huge boulder, looking at the shattered porcelain bowls on the ground and at Wu Lin Hao, who was galloping like a galloping horse in the distance.

A look of yearning flowed out of their eyes. What a group of hot-blooded men, when they saw the light, Fang Yunlong suddenly had the urge to drink a cup of wine.

In the past, he always thought that Shangjing's wine was like white water, tasteless, without strong alcohol, then there would be no blood. But today, he felt that Shangjing's wine was filled with a heroic spirit, filled with ferocity, and filled with a bloody aura.

Shangjing, was the main road of Shangjing. It was said that in order to obtain Shangjing, one had to walk the Shangjing path, or else one would not be able to find Shangjing.

The empress dowager's sixtieth birthday was soon to arrive, and every house was decorated with lanterns and decorations. It was extremely lively. As the only path that led to the Tang Dynasty Palace, the way to the Shangjing Palace was even more bustling and bustling with noise and excitement. The Emperor's decree that the lanterns will be lit during the Empress Dowager's birthday added to the festive atmosphere of the people of Shangjing.

After Fang Yunlong and the other three saw off the Shangjing martial artist, they rode back to the city. After entering the city, Fang Yunlong let Third Sis bring Fang Qing and Fang Yunhu home.

At the same time, he handed the Xiaoyun to Fang Qing who was unwilling to return home, allowing her to laugh through his tears. Even though Fang Ling wanted to accompany Fang Yunlong to see Yimeng, she felt a headache coming on between the two of them, so she could only send them home first.

Fang Yunlong rode his horse on the road of Shangjing, slowly advancing, feeling the joy of the people of Shangjing. Just then, a team rushed up from the back, Fang Yunlong immediately dismounted and moved to the side, watching the team as they passed.

At the front of the troop, there was a group of muscular men who were dancing with huge dragons. Behind them were two teams of soldiers with spears in their hands. Behind them were a group of guards riding on horses, their temples bulging.

It was obvious that they were all martial arts experts. This group of guards were surrounding a young man. This young man was wearing a yellow robe and was riding a black horse. This horse's origins were not simple.

It was the Black Dragon Horse that originated from the most populous horse, Zhou Country of the North. It was a very rare and precious horse of the Black Dragon. The young man had an extraordinary appearance, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. He looked left and right while riding on the black dragon's horse, and when he saw that both sides of the Shangjing path were packed with spectators, he silently nodded his head.

Behind them was a group of burly men carrying boxes of items, and behind them were two teams of elite soldiers.

Fang Yunlong could not help but ask the old man beside him curiously, ”Old sir, may I ask which prince is this group of people?”

The old man stroked his beard and said, ”On the empress dowager's sixtieth birthday, all the countries have come to present their gifts. The old man stroked his beard and said,” The empress dowager's sixtieth birthday, all the countries have come to present their gifts.