"Drive..."

  On the highway leading to the capital, dozens of fast riders are advancing at high speed.

  "Second brother, your horse is still faster!" A knight reined in his weary steed and laughed loudly.

  A knight who followed closely behind him almost simultaneously made the same movement as he reined in his horse, giving people an inexplicable illusion that they had agreed on it beforehand.

  They were Xu Haifeng and others who had just left Wulong City for Beijing.

  "Big brother, your Beijiang warhorse is quite formidable too." Xuhai Feng said with a smile.

  "You're overestimating yourself." Fang Ming snorted in disdain, saying: "Do you really think your Dark Cloud is the fastest horse under heaven?"

  "Hrrr..." The dark cloud under Xu Haifeng's crotch suddenly lifted its thick neck and let out a loud, sonorous sneeze in the direction he was facing.

  "Huh?" Direction Ming looked at it incredulously and exclaimed: "It...it can understand what I'm saying?"

  Xu Haifeng was taken aback and lost his smile, it's quite strange to say that among the tens of thousands of Blood Horses, only this one has grown into a humanoid Blood Horse.

  He still remembers the disappointed expression on Jiang Koming's face after he personally fed the first ten thousand horse blood wine with a skeptical attitude. This one-in-ten-thousand probability also made Jiang Koming, who had ambitions to build an ultra-cavalry corps, have to retreat.

  Fortunately, even if it's an ordinary blood horse, its quality is far superior to that of an ordinary horse, and even compared to the famous northern colt under Feng Xiang's crotch, it's not inferior at all.

  It was the cavalry unit in Jiang Kongming's plan that finally established smoothly, although it was a notch lower than expected combat effectiveness. However, looking at the world, if one claims to be second, there is really no one who dares to say first.

  Xu Haifeng warmly massaged the hair on Wuyun's neck, and Wuyun stretched her neck, closed her eyes, and showed a very enjoyable expression.

  Direction Ming stared blankly at this combination of one man and one horse, and after a long while, he said: "This is indeed a divine horse."

  On this trip, Xu Haifeng brought fifty swift riders, while Fang Xiangming only brought twenty followers. After a long and arduous journey, the difference in their mounts was clear at a glance.

  All the blood-sweating war horses, although panting heavily, looked spirited and vigorous. Although their speed may not be able to surpass that of the swift Northern steeds, in terms of endurance and load-bearing capacity, they were even more superior.

  The most striking and obvious is the dark cloud under Xu Haifeng's crotch.

  Its fur was smooth and shiny, without a single drop of sweat, except for a thin layer of dust on it, you can't tell that it was running wildly just a moment ago.

  The dark cloud seemed to have run out of patience, constantly pawing the ground with its four hooves, occasionally letting out two cries, as if urging Xu Haifeng to stop.

  The direction of the sound was admirable in his heart, and with a turn of his eyes, he fell on a young man with a slender figure like a monkey behind him.

  Everyone in the crowd was walking with their feet, but this young man was different from others.

  He was able to keep up with the crowd, relying not on a swift horse, but his own long legs.

  His movements were light and airy, as if his body had no weight at all, like a feather floating on the ground, and in an instant he was already several feet away.

  Just a moment ago, no matter how fast the famous northern horse ran in any direction, he couldn't pull him down by a single thread.

  Moreover, looking at this person's expressionless face and calm demeanor, it's not that he didn't use his full strength, but rather, he probably didn't even use half of his speed.

  Fang Xing was secretly amazed in his heart, wondering how all the eccentric heroes in the world were like moths to a flame, throwing themselves into his younger brother's camp. Others found it hard to find one, but in his Black Flag Army, they emerged one after another, endless.

  Apart from this person, there were several others who made him dare not have a slight underestimating heart.

  Since seeing Chebi's divine archery skills during the attack on Lin'an City, Fangzheng had already classified him as a superhuman. If this master of archery had any intention to secretly target someone, it was likely that no one except for peak masters at the Zongshi level could escape his arrow. At least, he himself knew better than anyone else that he would never be able to dodge such an extraordinary shot.

  The last one was a man in his fifties, sitting on horseback, with an aura of majesty, like a towering mountain, looking down at others with disdain, making people dare not look at him.

  Since the direction of the sound of footsteps reached a state of unity, it was the first time he had such a feeling about someone's life. Even for Xu Haifeng, who had already become half a master, he had never felt such a strong sense of unease.

  So the only possibility is that this person's martial arts cultivation is even higher than Xu Haifeng's.

  It's just that this possibility is too frightening, and only a handful of top masters in the world can surpass Xu Haifeng. No matter how hard Fang Xing thinks, he can't think of where he has heard of such an extraordinary person, unless they suddenly fell from the sky or burst out of stones.

  Behind this old man were Lin Changkong and Xu Haiming, two people who, although not as famous, were also top-notch experts in their own right.

  Fang Xing let out a long sigh, he was a top-notch master, whether in the imperial court or in the wild, he was a golden signboard that shone brightly. But when placed in the Black Flag Army, it was like falling into an unfathomable ocean, only able to splash up a few waves.

  Can't see through, his own second brother has become someone he can no longer see through. Fortunately, the fraternal bond between them remains unchanged, this kind of intuition from the heart is not something that can be put into words.

  His gaze swept back, a row of fifty black flag soldiers sat on horseback, expressionless, each with at least second-rate or higher martial arts skills.

  As he was about to leave, his wife advised him to bring more men for protection, and he couldn't help but laugh at this.

  Such a powerful team, even if Master Auben himself came, he would probably only have the share of retreating.

  He didn't know that this sudden appearance of an old man and a young boy were actually Li Mingtang and the Monkey Boy who had made a big show in the Taihang Mountains that day.

  On that day, Li Ming Tang cut off his heart pulse, thanks to Xu Haifeng's timely intervention with his own inner strength, which delayed the moment for a while, and then the blood wine took effect, finally saving him.

  It is unknown whether it was because he had died once before, but after waking up, Li Mingtang became a growth-type Blood Wine Warrior. After consuming blood wine multiple times, he inexplicably grasped the power of the mind and became Xu Haifeng's first and only Master-level Blood Wine Warrior.

  Of course, his cultivation is only comparable to Xia Yajun, and compared to the old masters like Auben, there is still a certain gap.

  As for the monkey child, he was born with a special gift, but unfortunately fell into Xu Haifeng's hands. He tried every means to escape and relied on his animal instincts to sense Li Mingtang's differences, harboring deep hostility towards them. In desperation, Xu Haifeng had no choice but to forcibly feed him the blood wine, resulting in another grown warrior emerging, with speed being his specialty.

  As swift as lightning, as nimble as a cunning fox, once he gets moving, even the invincible long arrow of Chebi cannot catch his shadow. From this, it can be seen that his speed has reached an unprecedented and unparalleled realm.

  Dongfang Ming's gaze continued to move downward, but suddenly froze in place.

  His twenty personal bodyguards were not among the troops.

  Xu Haifeng noticed that he had an unusual expression, and followed his gaze downwards. Suddenly, he understood everything. He looked up at the distance and couldn't help but laugh: "Big brother, we ran too fast just now. Their pace is slower, and they haven't caught up yet. However, this is the only way to the capital, so there's no need to worry about them getting lost."

  Fang Xiong slightly nodded and said: "Since that's the case, let's take a rest here for a while and wait for them at the same time."

  Xu Haifeng naturally wouldn't object and ordered them to rest on the spot.

  After more than half an hour, dozens of small black dots finally appeared in the distance, rushing towards them. As they approached, their direction and sound suddenly became clear - it was his own twenty personal guards.

  Fang Huaizhen suddenly had an idea today, and competed with Xu Haifeng in horse racing. They galloped for several hours, even his famous northern steed was somewhat exhausted, let alone the horses of his personal guards.

  In order to catch up with the direction of Ming and others, the red ocean cavalry who followed reluctantly had a hard time. As they galloped, they constantly urged their horses to speed up. At this time, the horse under their crotch was spiritless, four legs slightly trembling, and had already reached the edge of the limit.

  Although these twenty horses are also fine steeds one in a hundred miles, how can they be compared with those mutated breeds.

  And yet these twenty personal guards, although they were all outstanding men selected from thousands of elite soldiers, immediately paled in comparison to the Black Flag Army soldiers.

  Not only were the horses under them on the verge of collapse, but they themselves were also covered in dust and dirt. Although they tried to put up a brave front, they couldn't hide the exhaustion and shame on their faces.

  Fang Zhongli immediately realized his mistake and drove his horse forward to meet him.

  "See the general." These personal soldiers, since following the direction of the horn, had never been so embarrassed today, one by one blushing and lowering their heads, not daring to look at each other.

  Fang Zhongli immediately reached out to stop their courtesy and said: "It's all because of a momentary thought, I've troubled everyone."

  Those ten bodyguards were even more ashamed, just about to speak, but saw Direction Huan jump off his horse and say: "All of you get down and rest, drink some water, wait until the horses have enough energy before continuing on."

  Xu Haifeng saw his actions and secretly praised him. No wonder the troops under Fang Dingshuo's command could achieve repeated military successes, relying on this display of loving his soldiers like sons, he himself was far inferior.

  But to come back, treating these black flag soldiers, whether it's showing kindness and generosity, buying people's hearts, or punching and kicking, scolding at will, the results are probably all the same.

  Just then, a sound of galloping horses came from the direction of the capital, and as they approached, it turned out to be a knight wearing tight-fitting clothes.

  Xu Haifeng and others occupied half of the main road, and passing merchants were hindered by their large numbers, daring to be angry but not daring to speak, and could only bypass.

  The knight seemed to be in a hurry and turned his horse's head, intending to bypass them.

  After running for several steps, he suddenly pulled the reins of his horse, turned around and looked at Fang Xiangming and Xu Haifeng carefully, and asked loudly: "Are you Mr. Fang Xiangming and Master Xu Haifeng?"

  Fang Zhongliang loudly responded: "That's right, it's Fang Mou."

  He jumped off his horse and rushed forward, pulling out a letter from his bosom and shouting: "Young master, the Xiongnu have invaded our borders, the capital is besieged, and danger looms at dawn."