บท 38: Winds In Mirage 

The dawn suddenly appeared.

The long river of history is like a scroll, quietly uncovering a corner when the fog surges, and the boundless ancient time comes on their faces in an instant.

A famous ancient army appeared in front of them so suddenly, the teenagers were all dumbfounded and were in a daze for a second state.

"Am I hallucinating?"

Yuan Lang was extremely surprised. He pinched his face, grinned with pain, immediately pulled Yuan Fang, leaned it to his ear, and whispered, "Brother, have you seen anything?"

"The yellow turban insurrectionary army."

Yuan Fangqiang stabled his mind and frowned. He carefully looked at the ancient army that had walked out of the long river of time. Suddenly, his heart moved and he seemed to guess something.

Yuan Fang: "Long, this is a mirage!"

"Mirage?"

"Yes."