After Ling Muyun finished speaking, he walked to Brother Ye, nodded, and said to Deng Jing: "The "Grand Master's Thunder Zhengfa" that I have cultivated, please give it a taste, general."
Ten thunders came out in sequence, and thirty-six thunders struck Yushu and Yufu twice.
Deng Jing was dumbfounded by what he saw, and the soldiers present felt as if they had seen a miracle.
Li Ming was so excited that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in, muttering something like, "It's so embarrassing."
The most shocking thing is Ling Zheng.
He could not understand the ten thunders but he could vaguely distinguish them clearly.
The latter two thunders have never been seen before. Could it be that Ling Muyun has created the two thunders himself?
He never thought that what he practiced was the castrated "Grand Master's Thunder Zhengfa".
So what if you know?
If you can't cultivate ten thunders in the Thunder Method, the thirty-six thunders are even more like a heavenly book.
"General Deng is laughing!" Ling Muyun endured the discomfort caused by the depletion of his true energy, pretending to be cool, and wearing a feather coat, he looked sanctimonious.
"Master Ling's grenade technique is by no means trivial, it is so amazing that it makes people laugh!"
Deng Jing stood up from Shen Xiao Lei, his face full of excitement and a little uncertainty.
Let one's own general serve as someone else's staff or attendant. There is no question whether Deng Qiang's coffin can be suppressed. The ancestors of the Deng family may not be angry enough to come back to life immediately.
However, Brother Ye's martial arts and Ling Muyun's skills are really eye-catching.
It is absolutely false to say that there is no temptation.
Ling Muyun guessed Deng Jing's concerns and started to persuade him.
Since Fu Jian broke his halberd in Feishui, Qifu Guoren, Murong Chui, and Yao Chang have successively established themselves on their own. Lu Guang, who is far away in Guzang, has hints of proclaiming himself emperor.
The building will collapse, the north will be torn apart, and the need for tinkerers is understandable.
But the turbulent Great Qin was rotten at its roots.
What is missing in the integration of multi-ethnic groups is a unified military soul. From the whip to cut off the flow to the roar of the wind and the roar of the cranes, the grass and trees are all soldiers. It is a dreamlike battlefield, which enables Xie An to make a comeback.
Both Deng Qiang and Zhang Hao have the reputation of being invincible to thousands of people. Could they turn their hands into clouds and rain?
"General Deng, let's think about it for a while. Is it better to be in the business of tearing down the east wall to repair the west wall? Or should I live a happy life?"
Ling Muyun added fuel to the fire: "If you attack me, it's just a small gain. Why not kill them on the alien battlefield?"
Deng Jing's blood boiled with Ling Muyun's words, and he slapped his thigh: "What Mr. Ling said is absolutely true, but I don't know what the alien's explanation is?"
"General, let's go to the Immortal Crossing. The Northwest King will have a detailed explanation. Besides, I have a hunch that General Deng's power may be able to reach a higher level!"
"Shenxian Crossing?"
"Go to Tushan to find Tu Haojie, he will guide you."
Brother Ye gave a thumbs up to his young master's eloquence.
Then he strode forward: "General Deng has taken a good look at what force is!"
"Boom!"
There was no wind or waves under the punch, but there was the sound of the silk being ripped.
The golden light under his fist flickered briefly, but it was deeply imprinted in Deng Jing's mind.
Brother Ye used lightning speed to cover his whole body with yellow sand.
Just when everyone was puzzled and even felt a little funny.
"boom!"
The sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder was rolling.
From the depths of the sea of clouds, a pair of eyes scanned the crowd.
All those who were present with cultivation and advanced martial arts felt a chill, as if they were standing naked in the ice and snow.
Showers come and go quickly.
The rustling of less than half a stick of incense seemed to be to cover up the embarrassment.
After a while, the clouds opened and the sun rose.
Brother Ye emerged from the soil and cursed "Damn it."
"General Deng, how are you?"
"Sir, please teach me!" Deng Jing's attitude was extremely respectful and he looked at Brother Ye with burning eyes.
"How to teach here? Just listen to my young master's instructions, and one day the Heavenly Gate will be opened, and then..." Brother Ye pointed to the sky: "It can be considered as worthy of this body."
"Thank you for your advice, sir!"
Deng Jing bowed to Ling Muyun, called Li Ming, handed him the seal and ribbon, and got on his horse.
"Brother Ye, see you at the Immortal Crossing!"
The movements were so clean and neat that Ling Muyun secretly praised them.
"Wait for me! Get some company!"
For Wang Na, going to the Immortal Crossing was originally because he lost a bet, but now it's because of the shock.
"Are you going too?"
"You win the bet, but you lose the bet! Wang can afford to lose!" After saying that, regardless of whether Ling Muyun agreed or not, he unharnessed the white-hoofed horse pulling the cart and used it as a ride.
"Master Ling, don't forget what happened in Nanyang! If you meet my brother, please let me know his whereabouts. Thank you!"
"Bon Voyage!"
Ling Muyun bowed his hands towards the two of them and said goodbye.
After this incident, a horse was lost and a bird with two birds with one stone was exchanged.
Ling Muyun couldn't help but be filled with emotion at the unexpected turn of events.
Full of confidence, the soldiers gave way to a road that looked more like a smooth road.
The last time thousands of people attracted attention was in Dingbeicheng.
"There was a gaze just now. What was it?" Ling Muyun asked in confusion.
"Surveying Division!" Brother Ye was still frightened.
In order to help Ling Muyun recruit Deng Jing, he used the power of heaven and man.
The Tianxun Division supervises the affairs of heaven and man, and all those who can open the gate of heaven are recorded one by one.
After the Heavenly Gate is opened, the Heaven Patrolling Supervisor will guide him all the way, and he will leave his immortal book behind, which means he has an identity.
"Why are you so afraid?" Ling Muyun thought that Brother Ye was afraid of the Inspector, so he hid himself under the sand.
"I'm not afraid of the Tianxian Prison, but..." Brother Ye looked embarrassed: "Prince Die doesn't know that I'm waiting here. If he finds out, I'm afraid I'll have to shave all my skin off."
…
Huan Qin sat in the carriage and said nothing.
Ever since she learned how to practice, she has become almost taciturn.
"Master Ling, the man named Ling Zheng is still following you."
This was the first thing she said in half a day.
Ling Muyun knew that Ling Zheng had been following behind.
According to past experience, he would leave automatically after just a moment or so.
Therefore, Ling Muyun didn't want to pay attention.
But now that Huan Qin had spoken out, Ling Muyun felt that it would be inappropriate not to deal with it.
Asking Brother Ye to stop the carriage, Ling Muyun walked towards Ling Zheng: "The Ling family's ancestral home is still there in Dingbeicheng. If you want to go back, then go back."
"Aren't you going back?"
Ling Muyun didn't answer. He drew on the ground with an ink blade for a long time and said, "This place is called Parrot Island. At this location, dig three feet down to find the ancestor's treasure, which can be used for the Ling family to revive."
"Thank you, nephew..." Ling Zheng was embarrassed to say the word "nephew".
“Don’t get involved in disputes, and you will naturally be rich.”
"Ling Zheng, please remember that after I return, I will clean up the largest courtyard for you. I will be waiting for you at any time!"
Ling Zheng is a business genius. Once money is given to him, he can always generate interest.
Only the wrong person was chosen.
"No need, help take care of my small courtyard." After Ling Muyun finished speaking, he walked back to the carriage and said, "Let's go."
Ling Zheng stood blankly until the carriage moved away and disappeared from the sky, then he whispered "I'm sorry".
For Ling Muyun, the apology came a little late and a little too early.
