After Yang Guo retreated from Mount Zhongnan, he led his remaining soldiers back to Xiao Yao's army to rest. Xiao Yao had already known about the battle, but firstly, the Recruitment Hall was the trump card that King Jinlun relied most, and these losses were the people in the Recruitment Hall, which was equivalent to indirectly weakening the power of King Jinlun. Why not do it? Secondly, Xiao Yao did not take this loss seriously, and Yang Guo had completed the most important purpose of this operation very well. Therefore, Xiao Yao not only did not punish Yang Guo, but also comforted him. Except for King Jinlun, all the generals in the army who saw this scene were very warm for a while.

Just as Xiao Yao was discussing with the generals, Yang Guo, King Jinlun and others about how to act next, a spy suddenly came outside the tent to report: "The head of the Divine Fist Sect, Guo Sanquan, led 176 disciples from all over the sect, and have entered the Quanzhen Sect!"

When Xiao Yao heard this news, he thought a little in his mind and suddenly remembered these three punches. Isn’t it the one in the original work of Yitian who killed his legitimate sister-in-law Cui Feiyan because of his misconduct. Later, when Xie Xun raised his sword and established his authority on Wangpanshan Island, he exposed the past events by him, but failed to harm others and lost his life.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yao thought for a moment with interest, and a smile gradually appeared on his face. In fact, no matter what the person in the past three fists or the strength of the Shenquan Sect, as long as they act like approaching the Quanzhen Sect, it would be a move that would have helped Xiao Yao achieve his purpose. Next, it can be foreseeable that more gangs in the martial arts world will no longer be able to suppress their desires in their hearts because of this matter and join the seemingly increasingly powerful alliance. However, this result is actually the situation that Xiao Yao is most happy to see.

As soon as he thought of this, Xiao Yao ordered: "Go and explore what Quanzhen Sect reacted to the Divine Fist Sect, and then come and report it quickly."

The spy responded and wanted to leave. After Xiao Yao paused for a moment, he continued, "By the way, we should also pay attention to the movements of other gangs. From now on, within 50 kilometers of Daxing City, whether it is coming from other places or the activities of gangs originally here, we must report the book to know as soon as possible and do not make any mistakes."

Hearing this, the spy responded again and trotted away from the central army's tent.

In just half an hour, all the things Xiao Yao ordered were revealed.

First of all, on Zhongnan Mountain, Zhao Zhijing, who had been secretly in contact with Yelu Qi, sent a message to confirm that the Quanzhen Sect and the Shenquan Sect had officially formed allies, and sent information such as the strength of the Sanquan Sect and the Shenquan Sect gang without any omission. Looking at this information, Xiao Yao smiled slightly without comment. When he swept his eyes, he was attracted by another message in the letter. That was when Zhao Zhijing mentioned that after the Shenquan Sect went to Zhongnan Mountain, in just over two hours, three gangs had either sent letters through Feige or sent people to visit him. They all expressed the same meaning, that is, the two families formed a good relationship and jointly defended the Tartars. Finally, he also asked the Mongolian leader who led the troops this time, that is, Xiao Yao, as soon as possible.

Send troops to avoid the news of long nights and dreams. Seeing this, Xiao Yao's eyes showed a confident smile. He gently put the letter paper in his hand close to a candle lamp in front of him, and smiled at the faint orange flames that first jumped, ignited a cluster of bright fires on one corner of the paper, and then quickly swallowed them, allowing them to burn them to a charred area. In the blink of an eye, the flame had risen into the air and lingered in Xiao Yao's hands. The air in front of him was also slightly deformed under such high temperatures. It presented everything in distortedly. For a moment, the deputy generals, King of Jinlun, Yang Guo and others who were standing under the tent could not see the face of Xiao Yao who seemed to be smiling through such air.

After the fireworks burned out, Xiao Yao threw the charred letter paper in his hand aside and let it break. He turned over his hands and took out another note. Xiao Yao slowly opened it, and saw that the font on it was beautiful, the strokes were soft and the vertical strokes were warm, but he still did not lose the sense of hardness. When people saw it, they would involuntarily think of the word "Wu Feng Yan", which turned out to be Wanyan Ping's letter. In the letter, Wanyan Ping also informed Xiao Yao of the arrival of the Three Fist and the Divine Fist Sect, and at the same time asked himself whether he wanted to get out of Quanzhen at this time to weaken his power.

Xiao Yao pondered for a moment when he was about to write a reply, so that Wanyan Ping would not have to act rashly, but the previous military probe suddenly flew to report to the account. As soon as he came in, he immediately knelt on the ground and said loudly: "General Xiao, the whistle thirty miles outside the city is here to report!"

Without any indication, Batong immediately walked forward, took the message tube from the spy's hand, turned around and handed it to Xiao Yao. Xiao Yao took it apart and immediately showed a happy smile on his face. It turned out that there were three gangs mentioned in the letter, namely the Giant Whale Gang, the Haisha Sect and a branch of the Beggars' Sect, who were rushing towards Zhongnan Mountain. These three gangs were the three gangs mentioned earlier in Zhao Zhijing's secret letter that the Quanzhen Sect secretly communicated with the Quanzhen Sect!

At this point, Xiao Yao's last worry that had been hidden in his heart was completely relieved. He was originally worried that there were many knowledgeable people in these gangs in the world, and that he could see through his true purpose of not fighting. If he set up another battle formation, avoided his sharpness, and just kept harassing and never engaged in head-on battles, it would be really a headache. But now it seems that such worry is completely unnecessary. Looking at the information in his hand, suddenly, a smooth road suddenly appeared in front of him, which represents the situation of this battle. At this moment, he appeared clearly at first glance.

In front of him, he was clear, clear, without any confusion or incomprehensible. What followed this state was the feeling of strategizing and everything was under control. This feeling was very mysterious. Although Xiao Yao's hand was empty at this time, he obviously felt that his hand seemed to be able to hold up a pillar of heaven, full of real tightness, and his heart was filled with a strange satisfaction. Although this satisfaction could not bring emotional fluctuations, it could make people involuntarily immerse themselves in it and bring people into a quiet and distant state.

The generals in the tent saw Xiao Yao silent for a while and didn't dare to speak at first, but within a moment, everyone could clearly feel that the temperament that emanated from the body of the contemplative chief in front of him had changed drastically. Everyone was in it, even if they closed their eyes and did not look at Xiao Yao at all, they could still clearly feel his existence in their spiritual consciousness. This feeling was fleeting, but it would further affect their minds.

All the generals in the tent, including King Jinlun and Yang Guo, actually forced themselves to smile. Even if they pretended to be calm and unrestrained on the surface, their hearts were still complicated and restless. But this impetuousness suddenly calmed down under the influence of Xiao Yao at this moment. It was an extreme sense of security, a feeling of being trusted and able to rely on, just like a wanderer returning home. His mind that had been wandering and helpless in the past finally found a harbor to stop today.

Such changes subtly influenced everyone in the tent. Although they felt something was different, no one wanted to disturb him, but let him immerse himself in silently. Xiao Yao sat in the position of the commander, looking at everyone calmly without any sadness or joy in his eyes.
Chapter completed!