Chapter 305: Honored Position
I still remember the first time I made him a weapon, Song Houyong lay on the railing and shouted excitedly: "Brother Jiang, my weapon..."
And after the establishment of Zaibang Tower, Song Houyong came to Kyoto City disguised as a street vendor.
"Don't worry, the people Brother Tian is looking for this time are all reliable and of excellent character. We don't want anyone who has caused trouble and is ruthless and unjust."
Affectionate, righteous, and of excellent character.
The people sitting in the watchtower are like this, especially Song Houyong.
Fighting and killing in the rivers and lakes, like the battlefield where the frontier troops are located, will inevitably lead to death.
But Jiang Lin couldn't accept such a result. Anyone who harmed the lives of Song Houyong and others would have to pay back.
A hundred times, a thousand times back!
Jiang Lin turned around and entered the blacksmith's shop, reached out to pick up the sun-chasing bow, carried the arrow basket containing the heavy Chaos arrows behind his back, and grabbed the high-grade Xuanbing long knife with one hand.
The murderous intent condensed in his eyes, like the coldest stars in the cold night, and his aura was sharp and decisive.
Taking a step out of the blacksmith shop, Jiang Lin's figure cut across the sky and disappeared in an instant, leaving only gloomy words.
"I'm going to kill people, no need to wait!"
Blacksmith Qi and others looked at each other, the violent aura still lingering, making people shudder.
what happened?
Who is Mr. Jiang going to kill?
Zhao Yankui ran over with a sullen face and asked the pale-faced martial artist, "What happened? Where is Jiang Lin going?"
"Master Jiang... is going to Jinzhou." The peak martial artist paused and then said, "It may also be to Chenzhou or Qinzhou."
Chenzhou is where Wushuang Castle is located, while Qinzhou is the territory of Tianhuo Castle. No one knows where Jiang Lin will go first.
Yuan Gaohao also ran over, with a solemn look on his face, and said: "I see that Master Jiang is so angry that he is afraid that something big will happen. Please report it to the Secretary of State and ask him to make a decision."
"Lord Sifu..." Zhao Yankui said with a sullen face. The eighth-grade Sifu is useless. I'm afraid this matter needs to be reported to all levels. At least it should be reported to the Vice Minister.
"Follow me to find Mr. Si Wu." Zhao Yankui took the martial arts peak man and said to Yuan Gaohao: "I'll leave this to you."
Yuan Gaohao knew the seriousness of the matter and nodded quickly: "Don't worry, I'm here."
Zhao Yankui stopped talking nonsense and took the martial arts peak figure and ran out of the camp.
When the general who was sent to guard the temporary warehouse saw this, he raised his eyebrows and called out someone, saying: "Go back to the camp to find Mr. Zheng, and tell him that someone is going to do harm to Mr. Jiang!"
The sergeant nodded, turned around and ran out.
The general manager sneered: "Taking action on our border troops? You're tired of living!"
This group of border troops who had just come off the battlefield were really lawless. Even the people in the garrison knew that the border troops who came back to rest and recuperate should not challenge them for at least a year or two.
Otherwise, your head may have rolled on the ground several times before you finished speaking.
This group of people is much more ferocious than the border army camp that has been resting for several years!
When Zhao Yankui and the sergeant went to call for people, Jiang Lin was already flying past like wild geese, at an alarming speed.
The Yuanwu Realm member from a powerful clan in Fengzhou felt an astonishing aura from afar. He hurried out of the house and just jumped on the eaves to speak.
I saw a sharp sight sweeping across the air, and the heart-breaking killing intent made this master of the fifth level of the Yuanwu Realm suddenly feel cold in his heart.
He had an intuition that if he dared to say anything at this moment, he would be killed in an instant!
No need for any reason, you will die if you speak out!
Even people from powerful clans would choose to be wise and protect themselves in such a situation.
Especially the divine martial realm aura released by Jiang Lin was extremely frightening.
It wasn't until the terrifying figure disappeared from the horizon that the master of the Yuanwu Realm turned pale and fell to the ground, murmuring: "Who offended him with such shocking killing intent? Where did he come from the Divine Martial Realm?" < br>
Thinking back to the face I saw just now, I still feel a little familiar.
After carefully recalling it, the Yuanwu Realm man suddenly raised his head and looked at the distant sky, and was shocked: "Isn't this the ninth-level Yuanwu Realm that I passed by last time? Why is he in the Divine Martial Realm!"
Jiang Lin, who kept flying through the air, did not go to Jinzhou.
I had seen the Ministry of War military aircraft map before, and I knew the direction of the mountains, rivers and rivers clearly.
He galloped all the way, heading towards Chenzhou at an extremely fast speed.
Passing through several state capitals along the way, no one dared to stop him.
It is not that the powerful clans do not have masters of the divine martial realm. On the contrary, their number may be greater than that of the border troops.
But in the face of such a strange Shenwu Realm who obviously has murderous intentions and is very difficult to mess with, no one is willing to ask for trouble.
The Shenwu Realm even warned his own people in advance that as long as this person doesn't take the initiative to cause trouble, don't provoke him.
Thousands of miles of galloping, unimpeded.
When Jiang Lin entered the boundary of Chenzhou, he glanced at the state boundary monument, and the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger.
Unparalleled Castle!
……
The history of the establishment of Wushuang Fort far exceeds that of Thunder Eagle Fort, and it has been more than two hundred years.
This is the undisputed top power in the world of Chenzhou. Even the local state capital must give it three cents of face. At this time, everyone in Wushuang Fort who had withdrawn from Jinzhou was exhausted physically and mentally.
An old man with a hooked nose standing next to the throne flashed his eyes: "The castle master and other Yuanwu realms are dead? Is this true? How can a mere second-rate force have such means?"
A martial artist who was lucky enough to escape raised his hands and said: "Report to the second elder, this is absolutely true. The man was holding a bow and arrow, which was so powerful that even the castle owner couldn't withstand one arrow, so he was shot dead on the spot. I'll wait. If you don’t walk fast, you may not be able to escape death!”
The hook-nosed old man is the only remaining Yuanwu Realm member in Wushuang Castle. His cultivation level is only one step behind Han Xinghuai, reaching the sixth level of Yuanwu Realm.
Upon hearing the news, his face was suddenly full of anger, and he looked indignant. In fact, his eyes flashed, but there was uncontrollable excitement in his heart.
Han Xinghuai and other Yuanwu realms are dead, so who should inherit this Wushuang Castle?
The hook-nosed old man's gaze swept across several Han family members and finally settled on Han Xinghuai's son, Han Boxi.
He waved his hand and said: "This time the castle master is in trouble, the position of Wushuang Castle should be inherited by the young castle master. Come and sit on this throne."
Han Boxi moved his feet slightly, but he saw a chill in the eyes of the old man with a hooked nose, and his hair suddenly stood up.
He stopped quickly. Even though he was not angry in his heart, he could only grit his teeth and said: "I have nothing to do. Now there is only the second elder in Wushuang Castle who is in the Yuanwu realm. Naturally, the second elder should take charge first."< br>
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Several martial arts peaks had communicated in private before they came. Upon hearing this, they immediately said: "What the young castle master said is absolutely true. The second elder should take charge on his behalf."
The hook-nosed old man made a look of reluctance and waved his hands: "How can this be so? I am old and frail. I am just assisting the Young Lord. I cannot sit in this position."
Others couldn't see what he was thinking, and they all echoed: "Please take the second elder to sit on the throne, and we will do our best until we die!"
Hearing those words spoken in unison, the young castle master Han Boxi felt resentful in his heart, but he was helpless.
His father went out on a trip and many of his confidants died in Jinzhou. Who in the Wushuang Castle today can compare with the prestige of the second elder?
If there is... it must be a dead person.
Under the "recommendation" of everyone, the second elder was very "embarrassed" and sat on the throne: "Oh, you are really... how can you do this, how rebellious!"
Until everyone retreated, the second elder did not get up from his position.
The young master of the castle, Han Boxi, had already seen the situation clearly, stepped forward and said with cupped hands: "The second elder is taking the lead. This is a blessing for Wushuang Castle. Without you, I am afraid that some young people will violate the ban."
"Young Master, don't blame me. I'm only here to take over temporarily. When you improve your cultivation, I can give up my position at any time." The second elder squinted his eyes, with a slight smile at the corner of his eyes.
Han Boxi suppressed the resentment in his heart and put on a look of sincerity on his face: "What did the second elder say? Even if you have been sitting in this position, Boxi would not dare to complain at all."
The second elder did not answer, but sneered secretly in his heart, you'd better not complain, otherwise, the Han family will be extinct!
As for this position...
The second elder touched the golden handle and moved the cushion under his butt, feeling happy in his heart.
The throne of the castle master is really comfortable to sit in. I am afraid that I will have to sit there for the rest of my life!
At this moment, the second elder suddenly felt an unimaginable force descending from the sky.
He raised his head suddenly and saw with horror that a pillar of heaven and earth vitality with a diameter of nearly ten meters smashed the roof like a piece of wood and poured towards him.
"Then, what is that..."
Before the second elder could finish his thoughts, the divine punishment that seemed to come from the sky penetrated his whole body and his throne.
The young fort master Han Boxi was too close. He just wanted to leave a way for himself to survive, but he didn't expect that what came was a dead end.
Everything within ten meters was reduced to ashes under the destruction of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi Pillar.
Everyone in the castle was scared out of their wits and stared at the place where the dust settled.
The strong wind roared down from the breach in the roof, blowing away the dust, and saw a huge pit more than ten meters deep centered on the second elder and the throne!
The pit was completely scorched black, but there was a heavy arrow that was equally pitch-black but faintly flashing with colorful colors.
Low-grade Yuan soldiers, heavy Chaos arrows!
A peak martial artist was dumbfounded. With his level of cultivation, he was completely unable to understand what happened with the attack just now.
The second elder was at the sixth level of the Yuanwu Realm, and he was so dead that even his ashes were gone.
But in this attack, he vaguely felt a slightly familiar smell, as if he had seen it somewhere.
At this time, he suddenly seemed to notice something. He raised his head suddenly and saw a gap in the roof, and a figure appeared out of nowhere.
Fully two meters away, the muscles all over his body were bulging, and his face was as resolute as a knife or an axe.
A large bow emitting golden divine light was placed on his back, and then he slowly pulled out a knife from his waist.
The sword is more than three feet long. On the pitch-black body of the sword, eight branches of the magical treasure tree flicker with light, reflecting a cold light on the blade.
Like the gloomy sound coming from the Nine Nether Purgatory, it echoed in the castle.
"Whoever destroys Wushuang Fort today..."
"Jiang Lin!"
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