Red Mansion: My comprehension is beyond belief, and I have established the Immortal Dynasty!

"Sister Lin!"

Jia Baoyu completely ignored the sawdust on his body and looked at Lin Daiyu with sorrow in his eyes.

How could Sister Lin, who was once as gentle as water and walked like a willow in the wind, become like this now?

"Yuer"

"His martial arts skills...."

On the couch, Jia's mother stared at Lin Daiyu intently. Since Lin Daiyu's martial arts were taught by Jia Xuan, then as the initiator, he should have a more outstanding martial arts skill, or he could not figure out his depth.

"Back to Grandma"

"Brother Xuan's accomplishments are so impressive that even Old Master Jiao is impressed."

Lin Daiyu replied neither servilely nor arrogantly, glancing at Jia Baoyu from the corner of her eyelids.

Everyone present saw clearly that this was a clear response to Jia Baoyu's attitude of looking down on Jia Xuan.

""Huh!!!"

Jia's mother took a deep breath, her old eyes full of shock.

Jiao Da was a seventh-rank martial artist, and even he was subdued by Jia Xuan, which showed that Jia Xuan's cultivation was at least eighth-rank.

A sixteen-year-old eighth-rank martial artist, looking at the whole world, has never happened since ancient times.

But she didn't know that the martial arts Jia Xuan learned were very different from the martial arts of the Red Mansion. It was a real way to live forever.

The whole Rongqing Hall fell into a weird atmosphere with Lin Daiyu's move. Everyone seemed to have seen the tip of the iceberg of the second master of Ningguo Mansion. Even the newcomer Xue Baochai quickly engraved the word Jia Xuan in her heart............

Far away in Liaodong, in early summer, the land was covered with lush vegetation.

A black torrent galloped on the Khorchin grassland, where the grass was lush and the cattle and sheep were fat, and moved along the Xilamulun River.

Riding on the back of a black Ujumchin horse, Jia Xuan looked east and asked in a deep voice:"How far is it to the Balin tribe?"

"General!"

"The Balin section was divided into two banners, the left and the right, led by Taiji Ayushi and Manzhu Xili respectively."

"The Balin Left Banner of Manzhu Xili is the strongest, with tens of thousands of people, and is 120 miles away.

Jiang Gao rode forward and answered respectfully.

"Pass on my order, all the troops change their mounts and advance at full speed."

With eyes like a hawk, Jia Xuan shouted coldly:

""Yes."

Jiang Gao responded in awe and turned to convey the military order.

The three thousand Longxiang Guards were equipped with a total of nine thousand Wuzhumuqin horses. They galloped all the way from Gubeikou, passed the Bashang Plateau, Hunshandake Sandy Land, and reached the Korqin Sandy Land. There were no obstacles along the way.

The Balin tribe was the second most powerful tribe in the Modong grassland after the Korqin tribe. Conquering them would open the door to the Korqin tribe.

If Shengjing was to be captured, the Korqin tribe was an insurmountable mountain, and it was also a barrier that the Later Jin relied on for support.

""Gee!!!"

Following Jia Xuan's order, the three thousand Dragon Guards each changed to a Ujumchin horse and rushed to the east at the fastest speed.

Galloping along the clear and gurgling Xilamulun River, from a distance, it was like a black dragon baring its fangs and claws, and the large flag with the word"Jia" fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound. This was the first Han army to appear in the Modong grassland in a thousand years.

Even the former Han champion Hou Huo Qubing and Ming Taizong Zhu Di had never set foot on the Modong grassland. This was an ownerless land that was always free from the control of the Han family. It once gave birth to the Donghu, one of the oldest nomadic peoples.

The sun was setting in the sky, and the shadows in the sun were becoming narrower and longer. After riding and whipping for a full hour and a half, the three thousand Dragon Guards finally saw the end of the Xilamulun River and its confluence with the Xiliao River, which was an even wider and more surging vast river.

""General!"

Du Bo, who led the vanguard, could not speak clearly. He pointed to the confluence of the Xiliao River ahead.

"rustle..."

The breeze blew, and the green grass rose and fell like waves, revealing white felt tents, camps, and bonfires.

Mongolian herdsmen were scattered around the periphery, driving countless cattle and sheep home.

Jiang Gao and Gu Huai also rushed over, their faces full of joy.

"It seems that this is the Balin tribe."

After a quick glance, Jia Xuan keenly noticed that there were about 8,000 felt tents at the confluence of the Xiliao River, with at least tens of thousands of people living there.

Obviously, this was not a temporary settlement, but a medium-to-large tribe.

In addition to the Balin tribe, which other tribe was so powerful?

"Gu Huai, Du Bo"

"You two will each lead a thousand Dragon Guards to surround us from the left and right wings."

"Jiang Gao, follow me to attack the chief of the Balin tribe."

With a fierce look in his eyes, Jia Xuan raised his hand.

""Yes!"

The three of them grasped their steel spears and rode away.

Suddenly, the three thousand Dragon Guards were divided into three groups, and everyone's eyes revealed a fierce murderous intent and a desire to make achievements.

""Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Jia Xuan personally led 3,000 Dragon Guards to charge the Balin tribe.

Thousands of Ujumchin horses gathered together, and wherever their hooves passed, it was like an earthquake and landslide, startling the Mongolian herdsmen who were returning home.

""God of Heaven, what is that?"

Mongolian herdsmen looked at the panicked scene of cattle and sheep, somewhat confused.

But when they looked up into the distance, a black torrent appeared on the grassland. Upon closer inspection, they saw people wearing armor, holding spears, with hideous patterns on their faces, as terrifying as evil spirits crawling out of hell.

"Enemy, that's the enemy!"

""Enemy attack! Quick! Go back!"

The Mongolian herdsmen who reacted first shouted in fear.

They had never seen an army armed to the teeth like this. They only saw murderous intent in the eyes of the Dragon Guards. Their intuition told them that these were not guests, but enemies of life and death.

All the Mongolian herdsmen immediately abandoned their cattle and sheep and rode their horses to report back to the camp. Unfortunately, it was too late.

"Want to run?"

Jia Xuan's eyes flashed as he galloped on his horse. He leaned down and took out a ten-stone bow and goose-feather arrows from both sides of the horse's belly.

In an instant, he bent the bow and shot out ten goose-feather arrows like a full moon.

"Bang!!!

The sound of the bowstring vibrating resounded throughout the grassland, and the goose-feather arrow broke through the air, like the scythe of the god of death.

The Mongolian herdsman who was fleeing in panic felt a pain in his heart and fell off his horse. The goose-feather arrow pierced his chest, and blood flowed out, staining the surrounding grass. The air was filled with the smell of blood.

""Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The three thousand Dragon Guards all bent their bows and drew their arrows at the same time. Even the martial artists had a strength of three hundred kilograms in one arm, and they were all equipped with two-stone bows.

Three-edged feather arrows flew through the wind, taking souls and lives. None of them missed, and all hit the Mongolian herdsmen.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The feather arrows with great force penetrated the bodies of the Mongolian herdsmen, pinning them to the ground, without even the sound of wailing.

With despair in their eyes, the Mongolian herdsmen died on the Modong grassland, their favorite home.

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