this day.
Qing Yunzi, the demon slaying minister, found an excuse, saying that his sect had something to do and needed to return to the sect for a while.
In the reluctant eyes of his colleagues, he drifted away.
The one who is most reluctant to leave is actually Du Tong Cheng Changfeng.
There is Qingyunzi in Jiangzhou Demon Slayer Division.
He found that his luck was much better.
Not only did he complete this year's meritorious tasks early, but he also wiped out several big demons, which was a great benefit.
And what you pay for is not worth mentioning at all.
He has always wanted to find out how powerful this Taoist priest Qingyun is. At the same time, he also wrote to the headquarters to recommend Taoist priest Qingyun to take up a post in Chang'an.
The approval has not yet arrived, and the Taoist priest Qingyun has not yet grasped the depth, but the opportunity is gone.
It's not easy for him to stay when the opponent's master calls him.
"It's a pity, it's such a pity. It would be great if he really joined the Demon Slayer Division. A guest is a guest after all, and I can't keep him."
Not to mention that Cheng Changfeng had a look of despair on his face and drank three kilograms of wine, almost getting drunk.
The Qingyun Taoist priest who was missed by others went to meet someone.
Li Biao.
When Li Biao saw Qingyunzi, he smiled slightly and turned into a piece of paper, which flew up and floated into the sleeves of Qingyun Taoist Priest.
But Qing Yunzi flashed with mysterious light around his body, transforming into the image of a tough man with sharp eyebrows and tiger eyes. He was wearing silver armor and had a long sword on his waist.
After receiving the order, Li Biao needed to go to the Western Army to face the demons and barbarians. This was a conspiracy. The order was issued and Yang Lin could not be allowed to violate it.
However, he never thought about disobeying it.
Now on the ground in Jiangzhou, if you want to kill enemies or slay demons to gain martial luck points, your hope is still a little low.
The key point is that in the inland areas of the Central Plains, Jiangzhou, there are not many big demons and big demons that can come out. There are small demons and small demons every day, and it is almost enough to have the divine essence clone to monitor them.
You can also earn some mosquito meat.
The clone of Jingyuan hid in Jinshan Temple to teach the little Tang Monk, and from time to time he would pretend to fool the powerful master in the upper world, so as not to let the other party notice that things had changed.
There are also some inseparable bodies.
The only one who can run around and have great power is the Qi Yuan clone.
After the main body reaches the late fifth level, the cultivation realm of these clones will naturally increase, reaching the middle level of fifth level.
The Qiyuan clone's strength is also several times stronger.
In addition, the Qi Yuan clone cultivates the fundamental method and has mastered the five elements unified field attack method. Its actual combat ability is not weak at all.
With the blessing of the Qiankun borrowing method, he can easily reach the fifth level peak. His combat power may be stronger than the essence clone and the divine essence clone. He is a sharp blade for attacking difficulties.
It was a good thing to let Li Biao and Li Qing go to the Western Frontier after the decree was issued.
The Qi Yuan clone will naturally not miss it.
I don’t know what’s going on in the west.
Are there many monsters?
The barbarians were actually able to withstand the Heavenly Soldiers of the Tang Dynasty from the world of gods and demons. They also infiltrated many people and restrained most of the troops of the Tang Dynasty. No one knew who was behind them.
Yang Lin had not forgotten that in Chang'an that day, he detected more than a dozen people whose auras seemed to be different from his own.
If you think about it, you can understand how many masters there are in a large army.
The demons and barbarians of the Western Frontier are able to defeat the millions of troops of the Tang Dynasty. They seem to have the upper hand. So how strong are they?
"Li Qing, you haven't been to the battlefield for so long. Do you have any expectations when you go again?"
Yang Lin's Qi Yuan clone Li Biao had nothing to say and wanted to find out.
In fact, Li Wuding rushed back from the battlefield that day. Killing Chen Guangrui and pretending to be his identity was tantamount to giving up his future.
In the eyes of many, he was a deserter.
However, these may be related to some power struggles in the court. Later, when he served as the governor of Jiangzhou, it can't be said that he suffered a lot.
It can only be said that the Duke's government is quite powerful, and the military is also very concerned about some of the affairs of its generals.
"There is nothing to look forward to. The general only died on the horse and went to the battlefield. With our strength, I estimate that I will not survive more than three months."
Li Qing's name was correct at all, and his expression was very cold.
She is also not optimistic about the prospects of this trip.
It was obvious that he wanted people like him to die.
This is because someone couldn't see that the young master was powerful, so he tried to find a way to transfer his soldiers and horses, leaving him isolated and helpless.
"I'm just worried about the young master. I hope nothing will happen."
Li Qing looked back at Jiangzhou, with a rare concern in his eyes. "
"Don't worry, the young master is powerful and powerful, and now he is protected by the gods of incense. Even the person surnamed Wei is not asking for benefits, so there is no way he will be harmed by others. You should think more about how we can protect ourselves. "
Yang Lin actually admires Li Qing as a woman.
The other party is an orthodox soldier with an extremely simple mind and no distracting thoughts.
Everything is done according to orders and no questions asked.
In fact, even if she noticed that her master seemed to have changed in the past few years, she did not show any signs of it, perfectly interpreting the image of a soldier who does not need his own thinking.
The three thousand cavalrymen indeed spent a lot of money and material resources in Jiangzhou. The horses were all ready, and each man had a sword and a gun. However, as for armor, only 1,500 people had iron armor, and the remaining 1,500 people wore Leather armor doesn't have much protection.
When he arrived in Chang'an, Yang Lin entered the military camp outside the city and saw General Chai, the town army, and an army of 100,000 people set off at the same time.
That evening, he was stationed by the river. As soon as he took a rest, someone came to his door.
"Li Yuanzhen? What is he here for?"
Yang Lin sat in the tent, not caring at all that he was still supporting Li Biao, and did not go out to greet him.
Even if it is the second son of the British prince who is here.
"What a big airs. You slave is very good at putting on airs. Could it be that my family gave you the surname Li, but you misjudged the person and attracted all the white-eyed wolves?"
The group of people entered the camp with cheers, led by a young man in a white robe with a jade pendant hanging from his waist.
The young man is full of nobility, has a handsome face, and looks sideways with cold eyes.
He stood there, his Qi machine echoing with the vibration of the surrounding vitality. It was obvious that he had reached the late third level and understood his own field.
His strength was actually no worse than the Li Wuding he had just met.
Behind him was an old man, whose body was filled with blood-evil aura that was very strong and overwhelming. Looking from the sky, the vitality was boiling and roaring around him, as if he was about to transform into the shape of a dragon and tiger, and he seemed to have fourth-level power.
Li Qing looked helpless, and her eyes signaled Yang Lin not to push back. She must have discovered the old man's strength and thought she couldn't handle the two of them.
Someone from the side interjected: "The second young master wants to transfer the personal soldiers in the palace and add some logistics troops to make up the total of 3,000 people."
This is easy to understand.
The 800 soldiers that Li Yuanding brought to Jiangzhou are now, at best, second-level strength, and some leaders have even broken through to the early stage of third-level strength.
Although these eight hundred soldiers and horses are not too many, their strength is not low at all.
In particular, this group of people had followed Li Wuding through many battles and crawled out of the dead. They were not weak at all in a fight. Even the British government did not want to lose this force.
Therefore, Li Yuanzhen should know something.
Thinking that he is here to save his army, he has a condescending attitude.
"Slave? This is how you treat the generals in the palace. Sure enough, compared to the eldest son, you are just a loser."
Yang Lin didn't get angry, but suddenly smiled when he looked at Li Yuanzhen.
"No wonder no one followed you at first."
"Bold, how did you talk to me?"
Seeing that Yang Lin was still sitting there unmoved, neither kneeling down to pay homage, nor speaking with sarcasm, Li Yuanzhen's expression changed, and he pointed at Yang Lin and scolded.
They say they are generals, but they are actually servants.
A wealthy family has a clear hierarchy and attaches great importance to etiquette. As a general of the Li family, there have never been servants who were given names like Yang Lin.
"I don't like being pointed at."
Yang Lin raised his head, grinned, and in a flash, he was in front of Li Yuanzhen.
Tanshou grabbed the opponent's wrist and broke it off.
"careful."
The old man following Li Yuanzhen didn't seem to expect that Yang Lin would take action. He was half a beat slower, stepped diagonally, and punched the side of Yang Lin's head like lightning flashing.
The strong wind inside the tent shook the soul.
A pure and sharp willpower struck Yang Lin's mind like a sharp knife.
The old man looked senile, and his killing moves were extremely fierce and fierce.
However, he was still a little slow.
Li Yuanzhen's wrist was broken with a click, the bones were jagged, and blood spurted out.
He howled in pain.
There was fear in his eyes.
It seemed that Yang Lin would not take action at all.
As the strong wind shook, Yang Lin's head tilted slightly, and there was a muffled sound, and golden light came out.
He turned to look at the stunned old man and said with a smile: "It's a good fight, then you can die."
His body did not move, his skirt moved slightly under his feet, and his kick was so fast that no shadow could be seen. Hey, his legs were like long knives. In the old man's frightened blocking movement, he kicked both of his arms off and penetrated him. It hit his chest and shattered his heart.
The old man flew up like a rag bag and fell to the corner of the tent with a crash. After struggling twice, he squeezed out one word: "Escape..."
He was at the fourth level, but he punched the opponent on the temple. The expected blow to the head did not occur at all. Instead, the fist bone was broken by the shock, and both arms were almost broken.
Logically speaking, with the power of his fists, he can break even an iron man's steel wall.
But there was just a flash of golden light on the opponent's head, and it didn't even break the hair.
How strong is his body and what level of strength is he?
The old man almost thought that he was not the fourth level, but the second level.
Didn’t he say that Li Biao was only at the third level?
Why is he so strong?
"Slave? Kneel down."
Yang Lin kicked the old man to death and twisted Li Yuanzhen's wrist. He kept moving and swept away with his kick, bang bang...
He broke Li Yuanzhen's legs and made the second son of the British prince, Baji, kneel in front of him.
"You are nothing in my eyes. I don't care what the British government thinks. I don't care how you fight with the eldest son. However, if you show your prestige to the military camp, it won't work. Get out of here."
Yang Lin didn't know what the British government meant, and he didn't know if the old man wanted to train his two sons and train the next generation by raising Gu, but he liked to keep things simple.
If we go to the Western Frontier, of course it would be better to bring some strong troops there, at least the pay would be higher.
Otherwise, let this guy go to the front line in exchange for some crooked melons and bad dates. Not to mention his status, he might not be qualified as cannon fodder.
Besides, when he met General Chai, the general of the town army, he heard that this time it was mainly caused by the chaos of mountain monsters from the two realms, so he reinforced the two realms pass to face the attack of ten thousand demons.
Whether it's dangerous or not is another matter.
There are some operable points there.
It seems that at this time, someone or a certain monkey is still eating iron juice, drinking copper water, and suffering every day.
Can...
Plan it.
It's not bad to seize martial luck points in an open and honest manner, watch monkeys in your free time, and get some benefits.
