The food delivery team moved forward for several days, but the atmosphere in the team was relaxed at the beginning, but the atmosphere became more and more tense.

Because there are more and more horse thieves following them.

Although they are far apart, you can still see a dark area. Today, it is roughly estimated that it will exceed more than 500.

The disciples of Mochiyuan did kill nearly a hundred horse thieves in the previous battle, but they only had more than twenty people after all. If there were really more than five hundred horse thieves attacking, it would be impossible to take into account the completeness.

The commander of the Yan cavalry was even more and more painful. He didn't believe that Xie sent several cavalry again to ask for help in three directions, but unfortunately they were all killed by the horse thieves, and even some horse thieves dragged their bodies behind to demonstrate.

The bloody scene immediately made the entire team feel frightened.

It was not until Ning Que shot all the horse thieves from a distance that he got better.

Since he knew that these horse thieves were coming to him, he put down his disguise and often patrolled around. He now understands that his arrangement in the army may be able to hide his whereabouts from many people, but it definitely does not include a general holding the power.

So what he calls hiding his identity is meaningless.

He is a practitioner in the Dongxuan realm, so he can see farther and more clearly, so his face is getting heavier day by day.

Because he had seen more than 700 horse thieves riding!

Moreover, since Xiahou took action, there will inevitably be hidden practitioners among the horse thieves, and it is definitely more than the great master of the peak of the cave mysterious master Fang Qian mentioned.

He found Fang Qian and informed them of these situations one by one.

Fang Qian looked at the more and more horse thieves behind him in the distance, and said calmly: "If there is only these, you don't need to worry. If I try my best, I will be sure to kill them all within a quarter of an hour!"

Fang Qian's tone was plain and cold, but exuded a strong and extreme confidence. In his eyes, these hundreds of horse thieves were like grass mustards and could be removed at will.

Ning Que knew that Fang Qian had fought with his second senior brother and had been fighting for a long time. Although he didn't know the result, his strength must be terrible. Now that he heard what Fang Qian said, he felt much more at ease, but he didn't see any relaxed appearance on Fang Qian's face.

Since Fang Qian felt a little uneasy, he began to release his own mind and make all his strength to perceive. Until a few days ago, when he faintly felt an extremely powerful aura, he knew the source of his uneasiness.

A strong man in the realm of knowing fate!

Judging from the movement speed of that breath, you can reach it in one day at most.

Fang Qian looked at the flat wasteland around him and looked at Ning Que and said, "I may not be able to help you at that time. If such a terrain is surrounded by horse thieves, with the current human hands, I am afraid that it will not be able to protect all the surroundings. I must find a suitable terrain as a battle place."

Ning Que thought about Fang Qian's first words, and his heart was shaking, and he knew that there were only masters of the Great Nian Master who had surpassed the peak of Dongxuan, and such a strong man could only know his destiny!

Suppressing the shock in his heart, he began to look around, looking for a battle venue that Fang Qian mentioned.

However, he couldn't help asking: "With our strength, the chance of leaving and escaping should be high, so why should we stay here?"

Fang Qian glanced at him with a slanted eyes and said, "Okay, run away. When you run away, these horse thieves will probably chase you. After all, Xiahou and I have no grudges.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk, by then, I guess I will only face one or two strong men with Shanshan, and it will feel that the difficulty will be reduced a lot."

Ning Que's face turned dark, then he quietly looked at the terrain and pretended that he didn't hear anything.

After a while, Ning Que pointed to the front and said, "Look at the shape of the ground, there must be a low-lying area ahead. It is a terrain known as a wasteland canyon. It is rare and should meet your requirements."

Fang Qian called Zhuo Zhihua and asked her to inform the grain team to accelerate.

Thanks to the influence of the previous battle, no matter how dissatisfied or doubted these coaches or Yan Qi had about Mo Chiyuan's orders, they did not dare to give any discount on the execution efficiency.

So in the evening, they arrived at a low-lying area.

Looking at the rolling meadows on both sides, there seems to be no end in the dim sight. Just like the canyons in the mountains in the south, it inexplicably makes people feel a little more secure in their hearts.

After the order was issued, the camp then set up again and was not moving forward. A qualified coolie like Ning Que was naturally sent out by Fang Qian to set up a defense line. Then he got on the carriage alone and found Moshan Mountain.

Mo Shanshan also noticed some dangers, so she has been constantly practicing talismans and formations these days, especially in the formation, she still has many things to improve, so she spends more effort on the formation.

Looking at Fang Qian, her long eyelashes flashed slightly and asked, "How is the situation?"

Fang Qian looked at her eyes with a slight nervousness and said apologetically: "Mo Chiyuan didn't have to be involved in such dangers. Ning Que and I were here."

Mo Shanshan said seriously: "You are our leader. If someone wants to kill you, our Mochiyuan will naturally be the first to be affected. As for Mr. Thirteen, he is a native of Tang or a disciple of Master. Dahe Kingdom and Tang Kingdom have been in good terms for generations. If he is in trouble, Mochiyuan will not stand by and watch."

She paused and said, "What's more, you and me... we are one, prospering and losing. Many disciples in Mochiyuan are taken care of by you, and now we will definitely face the enemy with you.

After this battle, if they do not die, it will be a blessing for them."

Fang Qian heard the firmness in her tone and a hint of imperceptible panic. He was silent for a moment and couldn't help but step forward and hug her in his arms.

"Don't worry, I will protect all the disciples of Mochiyuan, and no one of them will be fine."

Mo Shanshan's body was slightly stiff, and after a while, he slowly became softer, and finally he made only a faint nasal sound.

"Um!"

......

In order to deal with possible attacks, Fang Qian and Mo Shanshan discussed, they joined forces to set up two formations around them, which can be stimulated only when the enemy attacks.

In this way, a day passed.

Faced with more and more horse thieves, both Yan army and coachmen are becoming more and more desperate, and this despair has even affected the disciples of Mochiyuan. Although they have strong fighting will, people already have a mentality of following the herd. When more than 80% of the people in a collective group are desperate, the other 20% will also become depressed, or even despair.

So Fang Qian showed off their identities after slashing a ditch on the ground with one sword. After all, with such a formation, it was obvious that the enemy already knew their existence, so it would be unreasonable to hide it from his own people.

And when they knew that there were sword crazy, book crazy, and even Master’s disciples here, they finally began to have hope in their desperate eyes.

Fang Qian could clearly see the light emitted by their hopes, perhaps because of despair, so this hope was particularly strong, and that light was far beyond most people he had seen.

More and more hopes gathered on him, so he became more and more confident in the battle that was about to begin.
Chapter completed!