Following the eyes of Haoyue, Xuanyuan Che saw the faintness of the green hills in front of him, a white thing like a galaxy.

It seems to be hanging upside down from the sky.

Straight down from the sky, paved with the earth.

It looks like God has opened a mouth, spit out a silver ribbon, swaying on the grassland, and it’s incredible.

At first, I just looked at the idea of ​​transferring the topic.

Looking at it now, Xuanyuan Che was also taken aback. What is this?

"What is this?" The voice was depressed, and Xuanyuan was so obsessed with it.

Ouyang Yufei looked at the scenes in the distance and thought about it.

He seems to have seen it on the map, but he will not remember it for a while.

The action that can't be remembered is to directly call Han Fei.

The ten cities of the dry gauze are the land of the original Xiongnu. Although it is not close to this place, it is definitely not far away. It is expected to know.

The summer wind curtain rolls, swaying hot air.

Han Fei came very quickly.

"You said that, it is Qiongyi Mountain, the silvery thing that looks like a ribbon, it is actually a river, called the Mt.

The river is very large, and this Yang Hucheng relies on this mica river to eat water. ”

"River?" As soon as the voice of Han Fei fell, the eyes suddenly moved.

Going down from such a high mountain, this is called a waterfall. Is there a place where the river can climb as high?

"Really." Han Fei heard the doubts in the voice of Haoyue.

"In the past, hey." Seeing Han Fei's affirmation in the moon, a horse sat down and hit the horse in the direction of the mountain.

Ouyang Yufei, Xuanyuan Che, Han Fei, and so on, immediately chased up.

Wanli grassland, ups and downs.

I don’t think it from a distance.