Lord of the Desert

Chapter 88
The heads of the families roughly glanced at the map, and immediately found that the exclusively known water sources and oasis locations were all in it, which shows that the contents are genuine.

The Crane Hall was noisy for a while.

"I personally interrogated Wu Guangzhi, and learned that the Haihai Flying Lair was built in a cave in the Gobi Mountains, and there is an underground river to supply water in it, so no one can open it."

In the scorching atmosphere, Li Shenji spoke loudly.

"Last night, the family lord died when he vomited blood and was lying in bed. This time, my Li family will contribute people, efforts and funds to bear the compensation for the casualties. We only ask for the speed of the soldiers."

"Shanghai Fei dared to take the risk of intercepting and killing the hunting team this time. He must have planned it long ago-if they delay for too long and let them go away or move their nests, I'm afraid there will be regrets."

He spoke with a sound of gnashing of teeth, and looked at Hong Jian again.

"Nephew take the liberty to implore Hong Shibo himself to teach Da Ri Da Ri Da Ri Dao Wheel ten deaths and no life!"

After Li Shenji finished speaking, he bowed to the end.

The audience was suddenly silent.

The eyes of Zheng Zhun, Chi Zhuiyuan and others all focused on one person.

"In that case..."

Hong Jian looked around at the crowd and nodded calmly.

"Hong is duty-bound."

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On the sixth day of December, dusk is coming to an end.

On the night of the twelfth lunar month, the dripping water turned into ice, but the inside and outside of the Hong Mansion were still bustling with activity.

The groom feeds and fattens the war horses, and the craftsman maintains and strings a heavy bow.

Just today, many Zhu Yiqi riders who were scattered everywhere were recalled to Jinhai City.

Hong Sheng dismounted at the side door, handed the reins to the door, and rushed to the master's study.

Behind the porch, Hong Jian was reading, but he did not release the scroll when he saw his eldest son come in.

"Father, more than a dozen families gathered together and talked for three hours, and the whole arrangement has been finalized in detail."

Hong Sheng didn't care when he saw this, and while talking, he picked up the teapot and poured half a pot of boiling water down his throat.

"Based on the three surnames, gather [-] Guantong and [-] soldiers; set off early in the morning, and be controlled by military law."

"Master Zheng will do the endorsement, but those who have positions in the guards and the city defense department are not allowed to go, otherwise there will be a lot of trouble if the higher-ups take it seriously afterwards."

Hong Jian folded the footer and put down the book.

Hong Sheng continued to report.

"Forty penetrating realms, each of our three families will make a team, and the other families will also make a team."

"There are tentatively four people above the Hunran Realm, namely me, Li Shenji, the fifth master of the Chi family, and the second master of the Cui family."

"Counting the civilian husbands who did not participate in the battle, there are about 800 people in total. Flying on the sea should be overwhelming."

He smiled easily, confident in his chest.

Even if you overestimate the military strength of Haifei, it will only reach half of the above at most.

What's more, in this battle, the number one master in Jinhai will take part in the battle - just this one person, the combat power will far exceed the sum of the above four Hunranjing.

Hong Jian nodded when he heard the words, and asked again: "Has the person who connects ten people been selected?"

"I've already drawn up a first draft."

Hong Sheng immediately replied, took out the list from his pocket and handed it over.

"I selected nine players who are good at battle formation, but Jiang Youde came to me privately last night and said that he wanted to avenge his brother. I saw his sincerity, so I allowed him to return to the team temporarily."

Hong Jian unfolded the list, on which were written ten names and their corresponding martial arts cultivation.

The first three are Hong She (Peak), Hong Lie (Eleven Path), and Hong Bo (Ten Path).

At the end are Shen Hong (seven ways) and Jiang Youde (two ways).

Hong Jian frowned.

"Where's your second brother?"

He raised his eyes to ask, and noticed that the eldest son's eyes were slightly dodging.

"Second brother's strength is naturally not a problem, after all Broken Steel died at his hands..."

Hong Sheng reluctantly replied.

"I mainly did not add his name because his injury is not yet healed."

Hong Jian lowered his eyes and didn't express his opinion immediately.

Seeing this, Hong Sheng hastily added.

"What's more, this storming of the enemy's nest is no better than a field battle. Even if you have a cultivation level in the Chaos Realm, you can't say it's perfect."

"If something happens to me, with my second brother around, the family will still have support in the future..."

He spat out a few words like a cannonball, and seeing that his father was still silent, sweat was dripping from his forehead.

The two were speechless for a while.

After a while, Hong Jian spoke again and asked directly.

"Every time the star king fights, there will be gains..."

"You know about this?"

Hong Sheng's face swelled, and after he nodded indiscriminately, he was speechless.

"Actually, your second brother's injury is similar to yours, so it's not a problem."

Hong Jian lowered his head and said suddenly.

"As Xingjun, if he goes to this battle, even if he only holds the line, he will benefit greatly."

"Even if there is danger, I will protect it."

He reached out and pushed back the list.

"Father is right, the son has not thought about it."

Hong Sheng took the list and replied in embarrassment.

"I'm going to reschedule now."

As he spoke, he got up and wanted to leave the study as if fleeing.

At this time, Hong Jian suddenly stopped the eldest son.

"Asheng!"

Hong Sheng froze in place.

He turned around and saw his father standing behind the table with worried eyes.

The two looked at each other, and Hong Jian asked slowly.

"Asheng, what is martial arts in your eyes?"

This should have been a simple question.

But at this time Hong Sheng looked ashamed and couldn't answer.

So Hong Jian walked around the tea table and asked again loudly.

"Is it because thousands of troops are robbing the single-plank bridge?"

"Or wading through mountains and rivers alone?"

The father walked up to the eldest son and stood still, his tiger eyes shining like two groups of flames.

Hong Sheng's breathing quickened.

In his eyes, the world is falling into fire.

The air is heating up, the ground is melting, and the flames flow in from the nose and mouth, igniting the internal organs.

In a trance, everything is inlaid with golden edges like the sun.

Time in the study seemed to be frozen, only a thunderous voice entered his mind word by word.

"It's been 2000 years since Zulong opened the sky, and there have been more than a hundred martial arts classics and codes."

"Great Hua Kyushu, geniuses come and go one after another, like crucian carp crossing the river."

During the words, Hong Jian raised his hand.

"Asheng, the more dazzled you are, the more you feel short of breath, the more you need to understand..."

"The road is only under your feet!"

While the sky was shaking, Hong Sheng felt a hot palm on his shoulder.

His mind went blank for a moment.

A moment later, when Hong Sheng regained consciousness in a daze, he found that he was still standing where he was, still holding the list in his hand.

And Hong Jian was holding the scroll and leaning against the table, unfolding the corners of the folded pages.

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At the same time, in the depths of the Golden Sea Desert, the headquarters of Haifei.

Juyi hall.

All the minions were driven away, leaving only the three masters to meet and discuss matters.

"The explanations given by those two people are consistent with the information we got in Jinhai City. The young man of the Hong family only has a medium-term cultivation base, so he can't be wrong."

Wan Guangji said in a low voice, leaning against his side with the double-edged saber.

"I once met Ma Jingsha when he was not a genius."

"Speaking of which, it's much stronger than ordinary sympathy between heaven and man, but I couldn't keep me..."

"If you give Hong Fan a few more years, I'm afraid I won't be able to avenge the third child!"

He glanced at the vacant third seat, growing more irritable.

The boss is like this, but the two brothers next to him are more "calm".

"Brother, the third brother's revenge is about to be avenged, but it's really not the first one."

He Liangjun sat cross-legged on the top chair and said.

"This time, it is reasonable to say that Hong Fan's head should be cut off before it can be settled."

"Now that he is not dead, the reward has been given to us in advance. This is inappropriate!"

He paused, and finally spoke his mind.

"Brother, if you don't use up that bottle of Dragon Si blood essence quickly, brother, I will feel uneasy..."

PS: It’s been a long time since I asked for a ticket. Yesterday I asked for a ticket, and there were a lot more monthly tickets.

So there has to be milk for the crying child, and I will have to beg more in the future haha.

(End of this chapter)