(Thanks to the book friend for reminding me that Huang Tianhua has not yet obtained the Fire Dragon Mark at this time. Xiaoyu will patch it up later... and Mo Xie's Sword. Some book friends said that Mo Xie, the general, has not yet appeared at this time. This cannot be changed. Conferred God This is the name in the novel, and it is the mountain-holding sword of Lord Qingxu.
Some book friends said that the post of general military officer only appeared in the Ming Dynasty. Well, this is not easy to change. There are many general military posts in Fengshen, such as Huang Gun, the general soldier of Jiepai Pass, Kong Xuan, the general soldier of Sanshan Pass, and Chen Tang. Guan Zongbing Li Jing, Lintong Guan Chen Tong, there are many official positions and customs, so they will not be written according to the original history of the Shang Dynasty, and they will be based on the canonization of gods. I'll make do with any mistakes or omissions, as long as I get the point across, thank you. )
Huang Tianhua stood on the high building and sent away Yang Lin's partial army and Huang Feihu's main army. He waited quietly, refining his spirit and transporting his blood.
Seeing that his cultivation was progressing slowly, he sighed, spat out a mouthful of scorching red light, and hit the fire dragon mark in his hand with a pop, smashing the fire mark into pieces and spitting out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
"Brother, why did you destroy such a magical skill? This fire dragon mark also helped you kill generals and achieve great feats, and you were able to conquer the battlefield. How can you be willing to do so?"
Next to him, Huang Tianxiang looked shocked and looked at Huang Tianhua blankly.
His injury has healed. He has been practicing martial arts hard these days and vowed to avenge the bloody shame. Today, he accompanied Huang Tianhua, looking into the distance from a high building, waiting for the Baiyun boy from Ziyang Cave in Qingfeng Mountain to come to pick up his eldest brother up the mountain. Unexpectedly, he saw Huang Tianhua himself. I really don’t understand the useless art.
Huang Tianjue next to him also opened his eyes in confusion, as if he was distressed. If you don't want it anymore, you might as well pass it to me.
"Alas, this technique is still missing some key points after all. The firepower has been refined, but if it cannot be refined to lock the soul and kill with every shot, it is not really suitable for great use.
When Master Chen Tong was under the command of his father, he relied on this technique. How majestic was he? If you don't have the ability to hit the mark, how can you gain such a reputation?
After my hard begging, he couldn't save his face. On the surface, he passed on the Fire Dragon Mark, but in fact, he was hiding something.
Even if I borrowed the Fire Dragon Ball from my house, I couldn't make up for the shortcomings. Later, in order to persecute the fellow, he found his fault, and his father killed him with a military order.
As a result, Grand Master Wen stopped him and transferred him to Lintong Pass as the commander-in-chief. However, I could no longer master the subsequent essential techniques. As a result, this skill was no longer good.
Now, my brother is going to Ziyang Cave in Qingfeng Mountain to worship the True Monarch Qingxu Daode as his teacher. It would be good if you give up these magic skills, otherwise, I worry that the teacher will not like it.
There are countless immortal arts in Ziyang Cave in Qingfeng Mountain. As much as you can learn them, no matter which one you have, they will not be worse than the Fire Dragon Standard, or even better than who knows how many. You guys, there’s no need to feel sorry for this useless half-fire mark for my brother. "
Huang Tianhua laughed loudly and saw a white cloud from a distance, drifting in the wind and landing in front of the mansion.
He turned around, with his sleeves fluttering, and walked out the door, "Senior Brother Baiyun is here, I will go to greet you."
My mother saw very clearly that the Qingxu Moral Lord actually didn't care who he accepted as his disciple.
Looking at talent first and family status secondly, as long as Prince Wucheng's palace expresses its attitude and supports him wholeheartedly, the barbarian-blood bastard will never be able to compete with his family.
No, the sword call was summoned, the boy greeted him, and the matter of apprenticeship was settled.
Even if his nominal third brother finds something wrong and wants to come back, he can't do it.
What's more, it's not certain whether this person will still exist in this world.
Because, facing Dongyi's partial army, in addition to the two righteous uncles Zhou Ji and Huang Ming, there were also thirty-six Qilin Blood Guards whom he had painstakingly cultivated through his expeditions from north to south.
Those blood guards are wearing unicorn blood armor. If they form a formation of three or five, they can directly carry the powerful elites of the sixth level of true immortals. They hide them in small space magic weapons and carry them with them. I don’t know if they will be given to them by then. Surprise to some.
Huang Tianhua turned around and went out, looking relaxed and relaxed, and his body seemed to be shining with light.
Behind him, Huang Tianlu and Huang Tianxiang were so envious that their eyes turned green, and they were a little happy.
As Huang Tianhua's cultivation becomes stronger and his background becomes stronger, he will achieve greater success in the future, and there will be many benefits for them to be brothers.
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In front of the Qingmu Tribe, on the main jungle road, there were densely packed Dongyi warriors with tall and burly bodies and colorful tattoos on their bodies.
Each of these warriors held spears and bows on their backs and jumped around in the trees. They were agile, their eyes were like hawks, and their energy was sharp.
The places they passed were shrouded in colored smoke, forming a huge hemispherical light mask, just like a rainbow, reflecting the jungle that was a hundred miles away. The scenery was beautiful and very special.
Yang Lin was far away, and with his Heavenly Eyes slightly open, he could see clearly that there were actually countless plankton floating in the colorful mist, gathering and scattering, forming an isolation zone for several miles, which was only touched by the Heavenly Eyes. , he felt a faint sense of threat in his heart.
"Is this a witch formation?"
"Yes, each of the hundreds of Dongyi tribes has their own methods. There are physical training methods passed down from Pangu, and strange witchcraft passed down from the Witch Clan. I heard that their royal court also has a very powerful energy. The control method is more mysterious than the attack power of the soul. These tribes do not look very eye-catching, and their population is not too large. No one can figure out whether they are hiding some old things left over from ancient times. Guy, so you can’t attack by force.”
Huang Ming is a refined middle-aged man with the demeanor of a Confucian general. During the march, he did not put on the airs of an old-timer, but only mentioned some things to note during the march.
Moreover, he saw that Yang Lin's prestige was not enough to win over the army in a short period of time, so he did his best to help Yang Lin improve his prestige. In everything, the third son of Prince Wucheng's palace followed suit, which saved Yang Lin a lot of trouble.
Even Aunt Xue, who was following me, couldn't tell what was wrong with this. During these days of marching, her attitude towards the two generals Huang Ming and Zhou Ji had also become better, and they no longer looked at each other coldly like they did in the palace. .
Zhou Ji seemed to have a different temperament from Huang Ming. He had a beard and a tiger face, and was very heroic. He was carrying a broad-bladed giant axe, full of murderous intent.
However, at this time, he was forced to be gentle and said with a smile: "Three gentlemen, there is no need to worry, and there is no need to worry about whether our three thousand soldiers and horses can capture the Qingmu tribe. The prince has confessed beforehand that this battle is not a battle, and the enemy will conquer the enemy without fighting." This is the best policy, we are here for peace talks."
This rugged general looked relaxed, and his words were particularly believable.
In fact, any general who has been fighting for a long time knows that the peripheral formations of Dongyi's tribes really cannot be forced to attack.
That has to be filled with human lives.
Not only is it a witch formation, but it is also a poison formation, an insect formation, and a beast formation. When they fight, you will know how difficult those colorful smokes are.
Aunt Xue's expression softened even more when she heard that Huang Ming and Zhou Ji did not encourage Yang Lin to attack the stronghold directly.
She had been wary of these two royal generals, fearing that something might happen if the leader was weak and the ministers were strong, such as being sidelined or coerced. By then, several of them will be in the army, and it will be very troublesome for them to escape.
As a result, it didn't.
On the march, it was peaceful. It seemed that all the worries I had before were all overthinking.
As for the little fox Cai'er, she was careless. Everything she saw was strange to her during the march. She was only responsible for taking care of her young master's daily life, and never thought about what would happen next.
Anyway, even if a war breaks out, her strength is low and she won't be able to fight, so there's no point worrying.
