Chapter 165 Grandmaster Zenyi and Tiefuwei

"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 a flying mane and flying hooves. It is strong and vigorous and can reach ten feet in an instant.

The soldiers were all wearing fine golden 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. They all had slightly protruding temples, and their eyes were cold and bloodthirsty, full of the feeling of 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 asked 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 none other than the commander of the Tiefu Guard, the young master Sheng Lingge, who has 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, fair and delicate face, long hair tied in a boy bun, and a cold look.

Like dead water in deep winter.

"How can you come here to greet me? There are no masters in the Bazhou army? If anything goes wrong, you, Li Huaizong, will take the crown and you will be punished by the old lady!"

Li Huaizong hesitated for a moment: "It is said that the order of the Zhenwu Division has been withdrawn, but...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..."

The horse-faced disciple opposite shook his head and said: "There are disputes in the rivers and lakes, and there are many conspiracies and tricks. How can it be idle to see blood with swords and swords? I am waiting for the comfort of the big sect!"

Half-step Grandmaster, Chanyi!

"Have you ever sent a letter to the Jiedushi Envoys of the two states?"

Among them are the library, lecture pavilion, martial arts arena, wealth pavilion, equipment pavilion, etc., which are divided into categories and orderly.

Brother Sheng Ling waved his hand, and the five hundred iron floating guards stopped the movement. The demon horse reared its hooves and neighed, shocking people's hearts.

What he is most worried about now is the little grandmaster who has not yet shown up. Even Chen Si's information is inaccurate. Are there other masters?

The momentum is subtle and restrained, but his inadvertent actions imply the power of thunder.

On the table are the words Shaolin, Wudang, Gucang, Lingjian and Heshan.

"Hehehe..."

There are more than a thousand disciples under the sect, including elders, true disciples, inner sects, outer sects, handymen, servants, and disciples who teach meritorious deeds, disciples who contribute money, construction disciples, alms disciples, gatekeeper disciples, etc. The division of labor is clear.

The tavern owner was stunned for a long time, then sighed and cleaned up: "These charlatans have no morals at all."

The four of them tried to resist, but their whole bodies were chilled and numb by the yellow and white zhenqi ice, and then they flew backwards heavily.

…

I picked up my chopsticks and crossed out Shaolin and Wudang, leaving only Heshan, Lingjian and Gucang.

Zhang Feng chuckled: "Work hard, and when you reach the sixth level in the future, we can also be promoted to True Inheritance, and the money for examples will also increase."

His eyes flickered, he went east and west, and went straight to Huanglong. You do the first grade of junior high school, and I do the fifteenth grade.

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.

Brother Sheng Ling looked forward and saw thousands of riders waiting on both sides of the road. The first man, who was also in a gold helmet and iron armor, was about fifty years old, came from afar and said: "Li Huaizong, the governor of Bazhou, I have seen Zen."

Grandmaster Yi, Commander Sheng!"

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?"

Chanyi's voice seemed to be on a parallel line, making it impossible to hear any emotional fluctuations.

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 figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

The tavern owner looked horrified and pointed tremblingly out of the window: "Ah, there was it, and it was gone in a swish!"

"What are you doing? Stealing!"

…

Xin Zhuo had already eaten seven kilograms of beef and was still not full. He was holding the drink with his chopsticks while writing and drawing on the table. He stopped at this moment.

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 and cannot enter the country, and where life and death are commonplace, it is already quite good.

The four of them looked at each other and smiled, and then...the smiles disappeared little by little.

The tavern owner, who had been staring at the tattered and dirty boy, hurriedly chased him to the table and saw a few grains of silver shaking on the table.

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.

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."

But now he decided to take a risk and do something big to relieve his hatred!

"Whoosh——"

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 the half-step masters are the three who are chasing me.

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!

He has led four half-step little 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.

"Why!"

What's more, he is only nineteen years old.

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!"

"It has been passed on, people have arrived!"

Little Grandmaster's countdown to half a step before entering the country: 7 days.

The four people were gone, and the strong wind knocked over the condiment table nearby, scattering salt and soy sauce all over the floor.

Before he finished speaking, he was whipped hard on the face.

Chanyi lightly lifted the two-horned demon horse and looked at the visitor: "Is there any news about the prince?"

"Seven days late! I wonder how the prince is doing?" Brother Sheng Ling's voice was dull.

Although he couldn't tell the realm, with his appearance, it was impossible for him to come here to become a disciple.

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 charlatans don't follow the rules!"

"Who breaks into our Spirit Sword Sect without permission? What do you want?"

The young man sneered, and strange white and yellow zhenqi flew over.

In a low and leaky tavern.

The five hundred iron floating guards have roared away.

But he didn't dare to stop for too long, and he had to always be aware of being surrounded. Zhao Ling and the other three could always catch up to him half an hour later.

When his mind was dizzy, he saw that the young man had already brandished a spear, wielding terrifying power and smashing 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.
Chapter completed!