Chapter 165 Grand Master Zen Yi and Iron Floating Guards
"Rumble..."
On the official road leading to Bazhou Prefecture and Jingjiang Prefecture, hundreds of golden-armored cavalry galloped with great force. As it passed by, it raised 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 flying manes and flying hooves, is strong and vigorous, and can reach ten feet in an instant.
The soldiers are all wearing fine gold light armor, silver helmets, and carrying black iron scorpions. They are about twenty-five or six years old, and are at the same level as the fifth grade. They all have slightly protruding temples and cold eyes. Blood, full of murderous intent after fighting on the battlefield, cannot be faked at all.
Jiang's Tiefu Guards——
50,000 people were selected from the 100,000 orphans of Zhou soldiers in the Western Regions. They were trained since childhood. In the end, only 2,000 people were selected. Even if they were made to rebel, they would not hesitate at all. Jiang's private army, Iron Guard.
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 men 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 the commander of the Tiefu Guard and the little master master Sheng Lingge. There are three snake scales on his forehead, and he has the blood of the demon clan from 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, a fair and delicate face, long hair tied in a boy bun, and a cold expression. Like deep winter stagnant water.
The momentum is subtle and restrained, but his inadvertent actions imply the power of thunder.
Half-step master, Chanyi!
"Seven days late! I wonder how the prince is doing?" Brother Sheng Ling's voice was dull.
"Have you ever sent a letter to the Jiedushi Envoys of the two states?"
Chanyi's voice seemed to be on a parallel line, making it impossible to hear any emotional fluctuations.
"It has been passed on, people have arrived!"
Brother Sheng Ling looked ahead and saw thousands of riders waiting on both sides of the road. The first one was also wearing a gold helmet and iron armor. He was about 10 years old. The fiftieth day came from afar: "Li Huaizong, the Jiedu envoy of Bazhou, Xiaguan, has met Master Zenyi and Commander Sheng!"
Brother Sheng Ling waved his hand, the five hundred iron floating guards ordered to stop, and the demon horse raised its hooves The roar is shocking.
Chanyi lightly lifted the two-horned demon horse and looked at the visitor: "Is there any news about the crown prince?"
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 inform the five factions, and the prince's specific whereabouts have not yet been..."
Before he could finish his words, his face was heavy. Got a whipping.
"How can you come to greet me? There are no masters in the Bazhou army? If something goes wrong, you, Li Huaizong, will take the crown and you will be punished by the old lady!"
Five hundred iron floating guards! Already roaring away.
Not only did the Jiedushi Li Huaizong not complain at all after being whipped, but there was 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!"
...
In a low and leaky tavern.
Xin Zhuo had already eaten seven kilograms of beef and was still not full. He was holding the drink with his chopsticks, writing and drawing on the table, and stopped at this moment.
On the table are the words Shaolin, Wudang, Gu Cang, Lingjian and Heshan.
The little master's countdown to half a step before entering the country: 7 days.
He has led four half-step 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.
But he didn’t dare to stop for too long, and he had to always be aware of being surrounded. Zhao Ling and the four could always catch up to him half an hour later.
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?
But now he decided to take a risk and do something big to relieve his hatred!
Pick up the chopsticks and cross out Shaolin and Wudang, leaving only Heshan, Lingjian and Gu Cang.
In the past few days, he had caught dozens of nearby martial arts masters. After careful interrogation and analysis, he came to a conclusion -
These three sects, five-level masters There were many, but the only people who entered the Half-Step Little Grandmaster were the three people who were chasing him. His eyes flickered, and he went east and west, heading straight for Huanglong. You do the first grade of junior high school, and I do the fifteenth grade.
The figure flashed and disappeared in place.
“Hey!”
The tavern owner, who had been staring at the tattered and dirty boy, rushed to the table and saw a few grains of silver shaking on the table.
Not having a free meal, the boss breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up the money and weighed it a few times. He couldn't help but frown: "How much money is missing? These people in the world don't follow the rules!"
Half an hour later, four people The figure carried a strong momentum and entered the tavern angrily. One of them The man grabbed the tavern owner by the neck angrily: "Did you see a ragged young man just now?"
The tavern owner looked frightened and pointed tremblingly out of the window: "Ah, yes, whoosh? ”
“Whoosh——”
The four of them were gone, and the strong wind knocked over the condiment table nearby, scattering salt and soy sauce all over the place.
The tavern owner was stunned for a long time, and then cleaned up with a sigh: "These Jianghu people have no morals at all."
......
The Spirit Sword Sect was built in a low building. On the mountain, after two hundred years and five generations of efforts, there are a total of 116 pavilions and pavilions.
There is a library, lecture pavilion, martial arts arena, financial pavilion, equipment pavilion, etc., which are divided into categories and orderly.
There are more than a thousand disciples under the sect, including elders, true disciples, inner disciples, outer disciples, handymen, servants, disciples who teach merit, disciples who are good at wealth, disciples who build construction, disciples who give alms, disciples who guard gates, etc. The division of labor is clear.
Zhang Feng is both an inner disciple and a guard disciple. He is in the second seventh level. This realm is not too high, but it is different from the people in the outside world who suffer from the lack of Kung Fu books, inability to enter the country, and life and death. In the eyes, it is already quite good.
Not to mention he is only nineteen years old.
Looking at the other three gatekeeper disciples around him at this moment, he smiled bitterly and said: "It is said that the Demon Sect has been very noisy recently. A good friend of mine, who is in the eighth level, just had a few words with the disciples of the Demon Sect a few days ago. My legs were broken, and I'm afraid I'll have to lie in bed for the rest of my life."
The horse-faced disciple opposite shook his head and said: "There are many conspiracies and intrigues in the world, and it's not like a sword can see blood. Waiting for a while, I will wait for the comfort of the big gate!”
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."
Zhang Feng chuckled: "Work hard. If you reach the sixth level in the future, we will also be promoted to True Inheritance, and the example money will also increase."
"Hehehe..."
The four of them looked at each other and smiled, and then ...The smile disappeared little by little.
A person 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.
Although he couldn't tell the realm, with this appearance, it was natural that he couldn't be here to become a disciple.
"Who is trespassing on our Spirit Sword Sect, and what do you want to do?"
The four of them looked serious, and they all pulled out their swords at their waists, looking at each other coldly, to protect the dignity of the sect!
"What are you doing? Stealing the house!"
The young man sneered, and the strange white and yellow zhenqi was already flying.
The four of them tried to resist, but their whole bodies were chilled and numb by the yellow and white zhenqi ice, and they flew backwards heavily.
With his head spinning, he saw that the young man had already brandished his 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 is not safe even in the sect! What kind of ghost world is this!"
Thoughts like this by Zhang Feng before he fell into coma.
(End of this chapter)