Maybe it's because of the arrival of autumn, although the sun in the sky is still scorching hot, but there is already a hint of coolness.

  A faint cloud drifts endlessly across the sky, while the grass on the plain still exudes a hint of lush green from its moistness.

  Thirty miles away from the great battlefield, a elegant and quiet pavilion stood alone by the side of the main road.

  It seems intentional, or perhaps unintentional, but both sides have restrained their troops, and within a few miles around the pavilion, there are no signs of human activity.

  An old man with white hair carried a jug of turbid wine and came into the pavilion.

  He sat down, poured himself a drink, and was carefree and at ease.

  His movements were slow, yet gave a sense of poetic and picturesque feeling, as if he had thoroughly merged into this world. Even if there were others present, they would have thought it was just a perfect and flawless painting.

  But just for a moment, the footsteps of an outsider broke this extremely peaceful scene.

  A tall figure strides under the sunlight, its upright body seemingly never bent since birth, exuding a powerful aura.

  "Junior pays respects to senior."

  The newcomer bowed deeply and said respectfully.

  "Brother Tuohe, have a drink."

  The old man raised his head, with no fierce look in his eyes, and even a gentle smile still hung on the corners of his mouth.

  "The elder bestowed it upon me, I dare not decline; Senior Cheng has given it as a gift, how could I be so presumptuous as to refuse?"

  He raised his glass and drained it in one gulp with Toddie.

  His actions were just like his character, generally without exception.

  This is the most straightforward and refreshing Hun Hanzi on the vast grassland.

  "Ah... Now that I've seen you, I suddenly thought of our family's unique skill, the Three Waves of the Yangtze River."

  Cheng Xuanfeng sighed and couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder.

  Although she couldn't understand what Cheng Xuanfeng meant, Tuoheti clearly felt the old man's deep emotions.

  He smiled slightly and asked: "Sir..."

  "Hah, the three waves of the Yangtze River, each wave is higher than the last. Seeing you young folks, how can I, an old man, not feel delighted?" Cheng Xuanfeng laughed loudly.

  "You're overpraising me, if we're talking about the most outstanding among the new generation, it should be Xu Haifeng and Xiao Tuli."

  "It's wonderful that Ling Tuo has entered the realm of a grandmaster at such a young age. The Xiongnu really do have talented people emerging..."

  "There are heroes among the Han people too, and if we talk about the number of masters, our clan has had only three in all generations, but they have never surpassed the nobility."

  The two of them were calm and composed, chatting fluently, and the ones they praised in their conversation were each other's family members.

  If an uninformed person were to hear this, they would still think that the two of them are good friends who know each other well. How could anyone have imagined that just thirty miles away, the two families' armies were facing off against each other, with a situation so precarious that it could only be described as hanging by a thread.

  "What has become of Li Zhi now?" Cheng Xuanfeng suddenly asked.

  "Junior apprentice has another matter to attend to and cannot accompany you to meet senior fellow, please forgive."

  Cheng Xuanfeng sized him up, and the old man's eyes had a hint of strangeness: "I originally thought that today's opponent would be that clever kid Li Zhi, but I didn't expect to meet you instead... truly, human calculations are no match for heaven's arrangements..."

  Tuo He Di also revealed a hint of a strange smile: "The junior also didn't think that Li Yanbo, Old Brother Li, wouldn't come to Taiyuan."

  His tone was quite complex, with a hint of regret and some comfort.

  Today's battle is of great importance. Although he cannot fulfill his wish to decide the life and death with Li Yanbo, but losing one of that level of master is a joyful thing for the Xiongnu people.

  "Decades of grievances between you, yet it's hard to put into words. But if we miss today, I'm afraid there won't be another chance for reckoning."

  The old man's words were filled with unshakeable confidence, and his implication was that Toru would surely lose this time.

  "Otherwise..." Tuo He Di's eyes slightly widened, and he raised his head intentionally or unintentionally, saying: "Senior, you are already eighty years old, it's better not to make a mistake today."

  Cheng Xuanfeng was taken aback and lost his smile, saying: "A good horse slips at the starting line. In that case, I will be careful and pay attention."

  The old man's words became softer and softer, until the last sentence was even more calm.

  A chill and oppressive atmosphere emerged from somewhere, rapidly enveloping the entire space.

  The two of them gazed at each other from afar, and in that instant, the air seemed to solidify, never flowing again.

  Even the autumn wind that suddenly blew by also came to a sudden stop here.

  Two great masters, these two represented the pinnacle of the Cheng family and the Xiongnu, silently confronting each other.

  There is an invisible storm brewing quietly between them.

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  The small hill is not high, and the few small trees on the mountain are not tall either. But here, at this time, it's a rare place for people to visit.

  The two major forces clashed, with far-reaching implications, and it's no exaggeration to say that all eyes are on them.

  Within a hundred miles around, all ordinary people avoided far away, fearing to suffer the disaster of the fish in the pond.

  There were several households on this small hill, but at this moment, they had long since fled in all directions.

  Only a row of simple houses in the mountains shows that people once lived here.

  Xu Haifeng led more than 300 people to quickly arrive at the top of a small hill.

  Their actions were not covert and did not intentionally conceal, but naturally could not deceive those Southern Allied Forces. Although these Allied Forces were suspicious in their hearts, they never came over to inquire.

  The Black Flag Army, under the deliberate disguise of Gongyang, one by one stripped to the waist, covered with mysterious pigments, completely concealing their characteristics.

  Especially on the face, those terrifying patterns are even more frightening and make people avoid them in fear.

  As a result, no one would particularly notice these black flag soldiers who were obviously overdressed and over-accessorized.

  The biggest feature of Hei Qi Jun was that kind of lifeless, pale white eyes, which were concealed by Geng Yang using the most primitive method.

  Similarly, this kind of novel and unique decoration would absolutely not resonate with those aristocratic young masters.

  When it comes to these Han men who are still obviously uncivilized and have yet to shed their barbarian ways, no one would even think of wanting to interact with them.

  Especially those arrogant young masters from noble families, are even more disdainful of this.

  Although some knew the general situation, they saw the strange behavior of the barbarians. They only sent people to report to the military camp in the capital and did not ask personally.

  The central military commander who received the message did not report this intelligence to Gu Daozhai.

  In his eyes, a small movement of the barbarians ten miles away from the main battlefield was simply an unimportant trivial matter. A few hundred people were nothing in front of hundreds of thousands of troops.

  If even such a small matter as this would disturb General Gu, it's likely to earn a scolding instead.

  In this way, under nobody's attention, Xu Haifeng and others arrived at the top of a small hill.

  Looking at the several small houses in front of him, Xu Haifeng's heart moved, his figure flashed, and within a few ups and downs, he had completely pierced through the walls of those small houses.

  Under his command, the members of the heterodyne group entered the house one by one. Fortunately, the several small houses occupied a large area, and more than 100 people went in without feeling crowded.

  Everything was ready, and Xu Haifeng silently sat down cross-legged, holding onto Ito Yuna's hand. A surge of powerful, amplified energy continuously flowed into him.

  His spiritual power almost reached its peak in that instant, and then burst out of his body without any hesitation.

  One life, two lives, familiarity breeds skill.

  After several times of coordination and practice, especially after bidding farewell to Taiyi Zhenren, every night, Xu Haifeng had to intensify his training with the special ability team.

  It's now a familiar road, no longer as cautious as when I was in the Taihang Mountains.

  The powerful spiritual force is not a sudden outburst, but a slow and meticulous one, like a turtle's pace, slowly and quietly spreading to all sides.

  After reaching the realm of the Grandmaster, the spiritual force's perception is all-pervasive. Unless it's intentionally mysterious and concealed, it can't be hidden from high-level experts of the same level.

  People who have reached this level of cultivation, who are not proud and arrogant, let them do such things as hiding their tracks, it's a great loss of face, I'm afraid no one is willing.

  Among the several Taoist masters that Xu Haifeng had met, apart from the old Taoist Taiyi Zhenren who was dismissive of worldly affairs.

  Neither Cao Cao, nor Huns Toutuohe, nor Cheng Xuanfeng had ever made such a hidden move.

  Cheng Xuanfeng and Tuo Heti were just unaware of Li Yanbo's presence, so they concluded that he had not arrived in Taiyuan.

  With the noble status of the Demon Gate Sect Master, if Li Yanbo came, he would never pretend to be mysterious or play tricks.

  Even if it's against Thorodi, he will choose a fair and honest fight with him.

  All I ask is a merry heart and a cheerful spirit, all I ask is a conscience that's clear and free from guilt.

  Unlike them, Xu Haifeng's ultimate goal, apart from the extreme martial arts, is also yearning for the supreme and unmatched Jiuwu Zun.

  So he chose to converge his spiritual power, which was the first time in his life that he had made such a move against his will. If it were someone else, they might have left a gap in their soul, causing their spiritual strength to retreat greatly.

  Fortunately, Xu Haifeng was lucky enough to get the help of more than 100 people with special abilities in the Special Ability Group, and thoroughly understood the state of heaven and man being one.

  No matter how strong a person's spiritual power is, it can't be compared to the combined strength of an ability user group that has gathered over 100 people with different abilities. Moreover, behind them, there is also Ito Yuna who can multiply energy several times.

  The energy they condensed was absolutely unprecedented, and Xu Haifeng was also extremely fortunate to become the first master to use such energy.

  If it weren't for this energy, or if Xu Haifeng hadn't reached the realm of a grandmaster, everything would be empty talk. Fortunately, they have all met the requirements to complement each other, and only then can they create today's prestige.

  But those who can wield this energy are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, under the vast sky, only two people have such an opportunity to experience this realm.

  Apart from these two people, no one else has ever had this opportunity since ancient times.

  Whether it is Xu Haifeng or Li Mingtang, they have not only not retreated, but have made even more progress.

  Slowly, his spirit crossed over the small hill and stretched out in the direction of the main battlefield...

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