"Nangung Shi, don't get off the horse, when will you wait!" Zhang Guifang, who had dealt with Zhou Ji, saw that Nangong Shi wanted to run away, shouted again, like a morning bell and evening drum, resounding continuously.

Nangong Shi, who was a mortal body, suddenly exploded in his mind. In pain, his head tilted and fell down.

"Dead" Zhang Guifang stabbed Nangong Shi's back with a shot. The spearhead was pierced from Nangong Shi's chest, and blood was sprayed out, dyeing the mud all over the ground into a thrilling blood color.

At the same time, the true spirits of Nangong Shi and Zhou Ji flew into the list of gods.

It's a pity that the two would become important officials of the Zhou Dynasty in their original history. Because of yesterday's crushing defeat, Zhang Guifang, who was very angry, took a ruthless move and did not even give them the opportunity to be captured.

On the chariot, Jiang Ziya saw that the two generals died in battle and ordered the troops to retreat slowly, and the archers on both wings were responsible for breaking the rear.

"The bandit army has been defeated, and the soldiers follow me to charge! Kill one soldier, eat meat for ten days, kill one general and one official, and be promoted to the third level." Zhang Guifang screamed and rushed forward, but was forced back by the Zhou army's rain of arrows. The dozens of Qinglong Pass soldiers who followed him were not so lucky and were shot into hedgehogs on the spot.

Zhang Guifang was going to attack again, and a sound of gongs sounded from behind was mixed with the sound of the messenger.

"The Grand Marshal has an order, and the bandit army is not allowed to pursue it before chaos."

Zhang Guifang looked back and was almost fainted when she heard this.

I don’t know when Ma Shi was coming, holding a bowl and feeding Nezha.

Zhang Guifang gritted her teeth in anger when she was fighting or raising her children.

...

Jiang Ziya, who returned to the military camp, took out the heavenly book and read it, but the more he looked, his brows became tighter. As for today's situation, it was useless to have a plan and need someone who could beat Zhang Guifang.

But looking at the entire Zhou camp, there was no one who was using magic. In a depressed mood, Jiang Ziya left the tent with her hands behind her back and looked at the direction of Qinglong Pass. She couldn't help but think about how the former Taoist brother stood on the side of the tyrant? Is his junior brother Shen Gongbao also in Qinglong Pass?

If they took action together, there would be a need to fight this battle. Thinking of this, Jiang Ziya became even more distressed.

At this moment, a soldier walking quickly knelt down on one knee more than ten steps away.

"Report to the Prime Minister, there is a young man asking for a visit at the gate of the camp. He claims to be your nephew."

The junior nephew, Jiang Ziya, couldn't help but look strange. In the past, he studied Taoism in Kunlun Mountain and almost kept his door open. Not to mention the junior nephew, even the junior brothers did not know a few, so why did someone come to pay a visit?

Thinking of what the elder brother Guangchengzi told him when he left, he suddenly realized in his heart that this battle to attack Shang was not his own business.

"Please, no, I will welcome you in person." As a Taoist practitioner, with a kind nature, Jiang Ziya has no airs even though he has already served as prime minister.

When approaching the camp gate, Jiang Ziya looked at her eyes and saw that she grew up beautifully. She wore a fan cloud crown, a hydrated suit, a silk ribbon on her waist, and a numb shoes on her feet, making her look like an ancient and extraordinary hermit.

Even Jiang Ziya, who has always been aware of her appearance, couldn't help but admire her. When she arrived in front of the camp gate and had not spoken yet, the young man had already saluted her.

"My younger generation Yang Jian, on the order of his mentor Yu Ding, came to assist his uncle."

Jiang Ziya, who was not familiar with Yu Ding Zhenren, one of the twelve golden immortals of his fellow disciples, was moved and said, "The Shang army is powerful, and our army has damaged the generals of the two armies. The senior brother sent his nephew to help the battle at this time, and he was still happy."

Thinking of Nangong Shi who had just died in battle, Zhou Ji and Jiang Ziya felt regretful. These two people were not only military generals, but also had talented cultural affairs. In this remote place in Xiqi, there were very few such people.

Hearing the battle situation was tight, Yang Jian said solemnly: "Although Jian is not talented, the eight or nine mysterious skills have become a climax. I am willing to be the leader of the master and break the Qinglong Pass."

"No hurry, my nephew just came, let's take a break first." Jiang Ziya greeted Yang Jian with a happy expression on his face.

When he was in Kunlun, he heard from his junior brother Shen Gongbao that Yang Jian was the first disciple of the third generation, and some second generation children were not opponents. With such a help, the battle against the merchants would be much smoother.

At the same time, in the courtyard in Qinglong Pass.

Ma Shi, who was squatting by the wall and eating with a porcelain bowl, had her eyes wide open.

Not far away, Chu Feng and Nezha stood face to face.

"Master, do you really want to blow me up?" Nezha was trembling with fear.

I don’t know what scary things Chu Feng said just now, which scared Nezha, who was not afraid of the world, so much so.

"When did I deceive you? Don't be afraid. Don't you want to become an adult?" Chu Feng smiled warmly on his face to avoid scaring his apprentice who was still a child.

The matter actually starts from half an hour ago. At that time, Chu Feng was practicing, and his spirit was wandering outside the sky, and his soul was lying in the void. The system suddenly appeared, saying that there was a magical power to make people bigger and you could practice it.

When Chu Feng heard this, he knew that it was prepared for Nezha. After practicing it simply, he called Nezha who had returned from the battlefield to his body. After saying a few words, he frightened the little guy. Why should he make a big blow? If it explodes?

"Master, if the disciple dies, you must take the disciple's body back to Chentang Pass for burial." Nezha said with a look of fear, as if he would definitely die.

Chu Feng nodded in anger, reached out and pressed Nezha's little head, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

"It's big" Nezha looked at his feet in shock, more than three times bigger than before.

Chu Feng ignored it. This magical power is a magical power that harms others and benefits oneself. He can smoothly over-exert his blood and immortal energy to another person. During the process, there is no slight distraction.

"It's bigger again." Nezha shook his two bigger arms and suddenly looked between his legs in horror: "Master, the bird has also become bigger."

Chu Feng, who was disturbed by Nezha, shook his hands and the blowing process came to an abrupt end.

"Ah, it's small again," Nezha shouted.

He was shocked by the power of the magical power to take a few steps back. When he looked at it, he couldn't help but sigh that it was a fate.

At this time, Nezha had a face like a jade crown, red lips, white teeth, and snowy skin. She was just a little bit older than a girl. She was too short, only 1.6 meters tall, not as tall as an ordinary soldier. (There is plenty of spiritual energy in this world, and people are generally tall.)

"Master, is the bird big or small?" Nezha's attention was still on the bird.

Chu Feng took out a set of clothes from the storage space, threw them over, and said angrily: "Let you stop saying a word, you are asking for it."

"Can you blow it again?" Nezha, wearing clothes, looked pure.

The answer to him was Chu Feng's extremely rapid kick.

After a while, Nezha, who ran out of the rubble in the ruins, looked depressed.
Chapter completed!