"Rumble..."
On the official road leading to Bazhou Prefecture and Jingjiang Prefecture, hundreds of cavalrymen in golden armor galloped past with great force, raising dust all over the sky for a long time.
The horse is a monster horse from the Western Regions that wears armor and has a single horn. It has flying manes and flying hooves, is strong and vigorous, and can reach ten feet in an instant.
The soldiers were all wearing fine gold light armor, silver helmets, and carrying dark iron spears. They were about twenty-five or six years old, and were at the same level as the fifth grade. All of them had slightly protruding temples, and their eyes were cold and bloodthirsty, full of emotions after fighting on the battlefield. His murderous intent cannot be faked at all.
Jiang's Iron Floating Guard——
Fifty thousand people were selected from the 100,000 orphans of Zhou soldiers in the Western Regions and trained since childhood. In the end, only 2,000 people were selected. Even if they were allowed to rebel, Jiang's private soldiers, the Iron Guards, would never hesitate.
Five hundred iron floating guards were dispatched at the same time, which has not happened for more than ten years!
The government offices and cities along the way were in shock.
The two people in front of the cavalry, one of whom is about forty years old, are wearing golden general armor, holding a cold iron dragon sword in their hands, and have beards. They are the commander of the Tiefu Guard, the little master master Sheng Lingge, with three tattoos on his forehead. Snake Scales has the blood of the demon clan in the Western Regions.
The other person, riding a demon horse with two horns and blood eyes, is a woman, about early twenties, wearing a black tight-fitting smoke butterfly dress, red phoenix eyes, exquisite facial features, a fair and delicate face, long hair tied in a boy bun, and a cold expression. Like deep winter stagnant water.
This kind of coldness is inherent coldness, like a person without emotions!
In his heroic appearance, his momentum is subtle and restrained, but his inadvertent actions imply the power of thunder.
Half-step great master, Zen clothes!
"Seven days late! I wonder how the prince is doing?" Brother Sheng Ling's voice was dull.
"Have you ever sent a letter to the two governors?"
Chan Yi's voice seemed to be on a parallel line, making it impossible to hear any emotional fluctuations.
"It has been passed on, people have arrived!"
Brother Sheng Ling looked ahead and saw thousands of riders waiting on both sides of the road. One man in front of him, also wearing a golden helmet and iron armor, about fifty years old, came from afar: "Li Huaizong, the governor of Bazhou in Xiaguan, has seen Zen." Grandmaster Yi, Commander Sheng!"
Brother Sheng Ling waved his hand, and the five hundred iron floating guards stopped the movement. The demon horses raised their hooves and neighed, which shocked people's hearts.
Chanyi lightly lifted the two-horned demon horse and looked at the visitor: "Is there any news about the prince?"
Li Huaizong hesitated for a moment: "It is said that the order of the Zhenwu Division has been withdrawn, but... the official has just sent someone to notify the five factions, and the prince's specific whereabouts have not yet been..."
Before he finished speaking, he was whipped hard on the face.
"How can you come here to greet me? There are no masters in the Bazhou army? If the prince makes a mistake, you, Li Huaizong, will take the crown and you will be punished by the old lady!"
The five hundred iron floating guards had roared away.
After being whipped, Jiedushi Li Huaizong not only did not complain at all, but showed a trace of fear in his eyes. He turned around and shouted angrily: "Have all the masters in the army been scattered? What are you still doing? Chase!"
…
In a low and leaky tavern.
Xin Zhuo had already eaten seven kilograms of beef and was still not full. Kuai Zi stood drinking and writing and drawing on the table, and stopped at this moment.
On the table are the words Shaolin, Wudang, Gu Cang, Lingjian and Heshan.
Little Grandmaster's countdown to half a step before entering the country: 7 days.
He has led four half-step masters around for seven or eight days. Those masters are a bit stronger, but their light skills are a bit weaker. It is a bit difficult to catch up with him.
But he didn't dare to stop for too long, and he had to always be aware of being surrounded. Zhao Ling and the others could always catch up to him half an hour later.
What he is most worried about now is the little grandmaster who has not shown up yet. Even Chen Si's information is inaccurate. Are there other masters?
But now he decided to take a risk and do something big to relieve his hatred!
Pick up Kuai Zi and cross out Shaolin and Wudang, leaving only Heshan, Lingjian and Gu Cang.
In the past few days, he had caught dozens of nearby martial arts masters. After careful interrogation and analysis, he came to a conclusion -
There are many fifth-level masters in these three sects, but the only ones who have entered the ranks of half-step masters are the three who are chasing me.
His eyes flickered, and he went east and west, heading straight for Huanglong. You do the first grade of junior high school, and I do the fifteenth grade.
The figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.
"Why!"
The tavern owner, who had been staring at the tattered and dirty boy, rushed to the table and saw a few grains of silver shaking on the table.
The boss was relieved that he didn't get a free meal. He picked up the money and weighed it a few times. He couldn't help but frown: "How much money is missing? These people in the world don't follow the rules!"
Less than half an hour later, four figures entered the tavern angrily with strong momentum. One of them angrily pinched the tavern owner's neck: "Did you see a ragged young man just now?"
The tavern owner looked horrified and pointed tremblingly out of the window: "Ah, there it was, and then it was gone!"
"Whoosh——"
The four of them were gone, and the strong wind knocked over the condiment table nearby, scattering salt and soy sauce all over the place.
The tavern owner was stunned for a long time, then sighed and cleaned up: "These charlatans have no morals at all."
…
The Lingjian Sect was built on a low mountain. After two hundred years and five generations of hard work, it has a total of 116 pavilions and pavilions.
Among them are the library, the Lecture Pavilion, the martial arts arena, the Financial Pavilion, the Instrument Pavilion, etc., which are divided into categories and orderly.
There are more than a thousand disciples under the sect, including elders, true disciples, inner disciples, outer disciples, handymen, servants, disciples who teach merit, disciples who are good at wealth, disciples who build construction, disciples who give alms, disciples who guard gates, etc. The division of labor is clear.
Zhang Feng is both an inner disciple and a guard disciple. He is in the second seventh level. This level is not too high, but in the eyes of the people in the outside world who suffer from the lack of martial arts books, inability to enter the country, and life and death, it is already quite good.
Besides, he was only nineteen years old.
At this moment, he looked at the other three gatekeeper disciples around him and said with a wry smile: "It is said that the Demon Sect has been very noisy recently. A good friend of mine, who is in the eighth level, had his legs broken just a few days ago after he had a few words with a disciple of the Demon Sect. , I’m afraid I’ll have to stay in bed for the rest of my life.”
The horse-faced disciple opposite shook his head and said: "There are disputes in the rivers and lakes, and there are many conspiracies and scheming. How can it be easy to see blood with a knife? I am waiting for the big sect to be at ease!"
Another female disciple said: "This is true. It is true that Third Senior Sister Zhao Li went out a few days ago and seemed to have suffered a lot. Now that she is back, I am afraid she will be able to sleep peacefully."
Zhang Feng chuckled: "Work hard, and when we reach the sixth level in the future, we can also be promoted to True Inheritance, and the money for examples will also increase."
"Hehehe..."
The four of them looked at each other and smiled, and then...the smiles disappeared little by little.
Someone came from outside the mountain gate in front, a young man in ragged clothes, holding a gilt spear in his hand, with a look in his eyes that no one could understand.
Although he couldn't tell the realm, with this appearance, he couldn't be here to become a disciple.
"Who breaks into our Spirit Sword Sect without permission? What do you want?"
The four of them had serious faces, and they all pulled out their long swords at their waists, looking at each other coldly, maintaining the dignity of the sect!
"What are you doing? Stealing the house!"
The young man sneered, and strange white and yellow zhenqi flew over.
The four of them tried to resist, but their whole bodies were chilled and numb by the yellow and white zhenqi ice, and they flew backwards heavily.
When his mind was dizzy, he saw that the young man had already brandished a spear, and with terrifying power, he smashed the gate of the Spirit Sword Sect that had been established for more than two hundred years.
Afterwards, his body flashed and he had already entered the broken door.
"It turns out that it's not safe even in the sect! What kind of ghost world is this!"
Zhang Feng thought so before he fell into coma.
