The regional division of the Southern Region is similar to that of the Central Plains.
The regions are divided by states.
The entire southern region is divided into thirteen states.
The area north of Beihanguan belongs to Lizhou, which is an ordinary state among the thirteen states in the southern region.
The Tianxiahui is going to Haizhou where the Shenshui Palace is located, and it has to pass through Lizhou, Huazhou and then Xuerenzhou.
Because the Demonic Cult was wreaking havoc in Lizhou, the Tianxiahui team encountered desolate villages and towns along the way.
Some of the people in these villages and towns had already fled to other areas, while others were gathered in the city by the Demonic Cult.
The reason why people gather in the city is actually very simple.
They intend to sweep away these ordinary people.
The Demonic Sect has always had many elite disciples and ordinary people.
That's the reason, of course.
They were like the Yellow Turbans during the Three Kingdoms period in Yan Xiong's previous life. Wherever they went, everyone, regardless of gender, age or status, would be forcibly recruited into their ranks.
This is also why some people always say that no grass grows wherever the Demonic Cult passes.
Even the people were swept away by them, what else would be left
Yan Xiong and others spent the first night in an abandoned town.
Although it is spring, it is still easy to get cold if there is no shelter from the wind at night.
So Yan Xiong and others deliberately found such an abandoned town.
The next morning, after packing up, the troops set out on their journey again.
"Master, those guys from the Heavenly Demon Cult are still following us. Do you want me to go and take care of them?"
After walking for a while, Bu Jingyun rode to Yan Xiong's carriage and asked.
"Let them be! As long as they don't cause trouble, don't pay attention to them. Once they leave Lizhou, they will leave on their own."
Yan Xiong said.
"Disciple understands!" Bu Jingyun nodded and ignored the spies from the Demonic Cult who were following behind him.
Those spies from the Demonic Cult were the same ones from yesterday.
Ever since they learned yesterday that this group was going to participate in the anti-Japanese conference, they have been following the group.
Because of yesterday's adaptation, and the fact that the road was wide and much easier to walk on after entering Lizhou, the team moved much faster today.
However, by the afternoon, the team had already reached the border between Lizhou and Huazhou.
"Boss! Someone is blocking the road!"
The disciple at the front came back to report.
Yan Xiong frowned and called Nie Feng.
"Feng'er, go and take a look!"
"Yes!" Nie Feng responded, then rode his horse forward.
"Brother Duan, are you really from the Tianxiahui? Please don't deceive us. This team is so large, if we offend them, we will be in big trouble.
Besides, I've heard that Yan Xiong is ruthless and cruel, so don't offend him."
In the distance, a group of two riders stopped by the roadside, and behind them were no less than two thousand people.
Each of these people had a fierce look in their eyes and was holding a weapon.
From the way these people stand, it can be seen that they are a group of criminals.
"Don't worry, I am now the leader of Wuxuan Valley. How can I harm you?"
Duan Lang said lightly.
Who would have thought that Duan Lang had only been in the Southern Region for a month or two and had already built such a huge foundation.
All I can say is that people with means will shine wherever they go.
"Everyone, stand straight. Don't stand or sit in an untidy manner. Some of my fellow apprentices will be coming over soon. Don't embarrass me!"
Seeing someone from the huge team ahead leading people towards this side, Duan Lang's cold expression suddenly shook, and he turned around and shouted loudly to the people behind him.
“Yes!”
Everyone responded.
"Who are you? I am Nie Feng from Tian Xia Hui. We are going to Shen Shui Palace to participate in the massacre of Japanese. Why are you blocking our way?"
From afar, Nie Feng saw that there were quite a few people blocking the road ahead, and they were all murderous. He narrowed his eyes and shouted loudly.
"Hahaha! Junior Brother Feng! It's me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the leader of the crowd on the opposite side suddenly jumped out on his horse and spoke loudly.
"Brother Duan, it's you..."
When Nie Feng saw the man clearly, he was immediately delighted.
"Brother Duan, these people are..."
Nie Feng pointed at the no less than two thousand people and asked.
"These are all people from Wuxuan Valley. Don't worry. I am the leader of Wuxuan Valley now, and they all listen to me."
Duan Lang, who always looks murderous in front of outsiders, smiled and said with some pride.
"Is the master here?"
After saying that, he asked.
"Yes, I'll take you to see him." Nie Feng said after hearing this.
After a pause, he looked at the people Duan Lang brought with him, "They..."
"Wait a minute, I'll go talk to them."
Duan Lang knew what Nie Feng meant.
Although these people were brought by Duan Lang, it does not mean that they will be accepted by Tianxiahui immediately. They have to wait until they report to Yan Xiong before making a decision.
After Duan Lang went back and explained something, he rushed over here with a middle-aged man.
"This is my second in command, Nine-Headed Leopard Lin Zhong. I want to take him to see the master!"
Coming in front of Nie Feng, Duan Lang introduced him.
After introducing Lin Zhong, he introduced Nie Feng to Lin Zhong.
“This is my Junior Brother Feng, he and I are childhood friends.
Don't be fooled by his elegant appearance, his martial arts skills are quite impressive. He is nicknamed the Wind God in Mobei, and he uses the Wind God Kick, a unique skill passed down by my master, to perfection."
"So you are the God of Wind, Young Hero Nie Feng. I have heard of you for a long time."
Lin Zhong looked very rough, with a strong build, a bearded face and a pair of leopard eyes.
"You're welcome, please!"
Nie Feng nodded.
He doesn't care much about fame, so he's not that excited.
"Brother Duan, you brought these people here to..."
Nie Feng asked on the way to meet Yan Xiong.
"I heard that Master was going to participate in the massacre of Japanese people, and he happened to pass by here, so I brought people here. I also want to see the Japanese people."
Duan Lang said with a smile.
"It depends on how the master arranges it! The master may not let you go!"
Nie Feng nodded and then said.
Based on Nie Feng's understanding of Yan Xiong, he probably won't bring Duan Lang and his group to participate in the anti-Japanese conference.
Maybe there are other arrangements.
"It's okay. I'll follow the master's instructions."
Duan Lang nodded.
In fact, Duan Lang didn’t care whether or not to attend the Japanese massacre conference.
The reason why he brought people here was actually to show off to Bu Jingyun.
Bu Jingyun was always bothered by the reputation of the Uncrying God of Death that he earned in Mobei, and he chose to flee to the southern region out of resentment.
In just two months, he not only got the nickname of the Deadly God-Breaking Sword, but also directly imitated Yan Xiong and committed a crime of insubordination, taking Wuxuan Valley directly into his hands.
He believed that based on this achievement, Yan Xiong would definitely praise him!
Yes.
He just wanted to get Yan Xiong's praise.
Duan Lang is a person who desperately wants to be recognized.
Especially Yan Xiong's recognition.
"Broken Waves?"
A cold voice suddenly came.
"Haha! Senior Brother Yun, long time no see!"
When Duan Lang saw Bu Jingyun, he immediately went up to him with high spirits.