Chapter 165 – The Sectarian Zen Clothes and the Iron Floating Guards
Chapter 165 – Sect Master Zen Clothes and Iron Floating Guards
“Rumble ……”
On the official road leading to Bazhou Prefecture and Jingjiang Prefecture, hundreds of golden-armored cavalrymen rode past with great force and speed, raising dust all over the sky for a long time.
The horses were Western Demon Horses wearing armor and bearing one-horned horns, with raised manes and flying hooves, brawny and athletic, instantly ten feet.
Soldier is wearing a colorful fine golden light armor, silver helmet, handheld iron long lance, age in twenty-five or twenty-six years old, unified sub-five realm, each sideburns slightly convex, eyes cold bloodthirsty, full of battlefield killing after the murderous spirit, half a point can not be fake.
Jiang’s Iron Floating Guards–
From the 100,000 Western Zhou soldiers orphans selected out of 50,000 people, cultivated from a young age, and finally screened only 2,000 people, that is, to make them rebel will never have the slightest hesitation Jiang’s private soldiers iron guards.
Five hundred Iron Floating Guards going out at the same time hadn’t happened in over ten years!
The officials and cities along the way were already in shock.
Cavalry in front of two people, a person forty years old, wearing a golden general armor, holding a cold iron pan dragon long sword, beard, it is the Iron Floating Guards Grand Commander, a small master master Sheng Lingge, three snake scales on the forehead, the body of the western region demon blood.
Another person, riding a double horns, blood eyes demon horse, is a woman, about twenty years old, a black tight-fitting smoke cloud butterfly clothes, danfeng eyes, delicate features, fair and delicate face, long hair hooped with a male bun, the color of the cold like the dead water of the deep winter.
The aura is hidden and introverted, but the unintentional movement, hidden thunder power.
Half-step Grand Master, Cicada Yi!
“Seven days late! I wonder how the World Son is doing?” Sheng Ling’s voice was dull.
“Have you sent a message to the two states’ section chiefs?”
Cicada’s voice seemed like it was only on a parallel line, making it impossible to hear half of the emotional fluctuations.
“It has been transmitted, and the people have arrived!”
Sheng Lingge looked ahead, only to see that on both sides of the roadway, there were already a thousand horsemen waiting, when the first person, also with a golden helmet and iron armor, about fifty years old, was ushered in from afar: “My humble servant, Bazhou Sectional Envoy Li Huazong, meet Cicada Clothes Patriarch, Sheng Commander!”
Sheng Lingge waved his hand, five hundred Iron Floating Guards ordered the order to be carried out, the demon horse hoofed and neighing, shocking people’s hearts.
Cicada Yi lightly lifted the double-horned demonic horse and looked at the visitor: “Is there any news about the world’s son?”
Li Huizong hesitated for a moment: “It is said that the order of the Zhenwu Division has been withdrawn, only …… the next official has just sent someone to notify the five factions, the specific whereabouts of the Shizi son has not yet been ……”
The words did not finish, the face has been heavily received a whip.
“How do you have the heart to come to meet, there is no expert in the Bazhou army? If there is a flashback, you Li Huizong go to the crown, since go with the old Taijun to be punished!”
Five hundred iron floating guards had already whistled away.
Being whipped section minister Li Huizong not only did not have half a complaint, on the contrary, his eyes showed a trace of fear, turned back to angrily reprimanded: “The army experts are scattered out of it? What are you waiting for, chase!”
……
Inside the low, broken and leaky tavern.
Xin Zhuo had already eaten seven pounds of beef, still not full, chopsticks standing on the liquor, writing and drawing on the table, stopping at this moment.
On the table were the words Shaolin, Wudang, Gu Cang, Ling Jian and Heshan.
Countdown to entry half-step minor sect master:7 days.
He had already taken four half-step minor sect masters around for seven or eight days, those experts were stronger, but their lightness was a few points weaker, so it was a bit hard to catch up with them.
But he also didn’t dare to stop for too long, he also had to pay attention to being surrounded at all times, Zhao Ling’s four could always catch up after being half an hour behind himself.
What he was most worried about now was that little sect master who hadn’t shown up yet, or even if Chen Temple’s information was inaccurate, were there other experts present?
But for now, he decided to risk a great thing to relieve his hatred!
Picking up his chopsticks, he crossed out Shaolin and Wudang, leaving only Heshan, Ling Jian, and Gu Cang.
Halfway through the past few days, he grabbed dozens of nearby jianghu experts in passing, and after careful interrogation and analysis, removing the wheat from the chaff, he came to a conclusion –
These three major sects, there were many fifth grade experts, but the ones who entered the half-step minor sect masters were only the three who were chasing after him behind. Eyes flickered for a moment, sound east to west, straight to the dragon, you do the first, I do fifteen.
With a flash of his body, he had already disappeared in place.
“Hey!”
The tavern owner who had been staring at this tattered and dirty teenager hurriedly chased after him to the table, only to see a few grains of broken silver shaking on the table.
Not eating for nothing, the boss was relieved, picked up the silver and weighed it a few times, but couldn’t help but look sad: “A few coins short, these jianghu people don’t talk about rules!”
Half an hour later, four figures wrapped in a powerful aura, angrily entered the tavern, one of them angrily strangled the tavern owner’s neck: “Just now can you see a ragged teenager?”
The tavern owner looked horrified, trembling and pointing out of the window: “Ah, there, whoosh it’s gone!”
“Whoosh–“
The four men were also gone, and the strong gust of wind knocked over the seasoning table on the side, scattering salt and soy sauce all over the place.
The tavern owner froze for a long time, sighing as he packed up and cleaned up: “These jianghu people, completely unethical.”
……
Spirit Sword Sect, built on top of a short mountain, after two hundred years and five generations, there were a total of one hundred and sixteen pavilions.
Among them, there were a book collection building, a lecture pavilion, a martial arts arena, a wealth pavilion, a weapon pavilion, and so on divided into different categories, in a well-organized manner.
There were more than a thousand disciples under the door, including elders, true disciples, inner disciples, outer disciples, handymen, servants, and disciples who passed on the power, disciples who were good at wealth, disciples who built the work, disciples who gave alms, disciples who guarded the door, and so on, with a clear division of labor.
Zhang Feng was an inner disciple and a gatekeeper disciple, in the seventh grade realm, which wasn’t too high, but in the eyes of the jianghu people outside who suffered from the lack of gongfu books, inability to enter the country, and the fact that life and death were commonplace, it was already quite good.
Not to mention that he was only nineteen years old.
At this moment, he looked at the other three disciples guarding the door beside him, and smiled bitterly, “It is said that recently the demonic sect has been making a lot of noise, and my good friend of the eighth product realm, just a few days ago, just started a little verbal argument with the demonic sect’s disciples, and then both his legs were broken, and I am afraid that he can only lie on the bed in the second half of his life.”
Opposite a horse-faced disciple shook his head and said: “Jianghu disputes, intrigue and trickery is quite a lot, knife to see blood and is not idle, or I and other large sects to the comfort!”
Another female disciple said: “This is true, the true third sister Zhao Li went out a few days ago, seems to have suffered a lot of losses, and now returned, I’m afraid to be able to sleep soundly.”
Zhang Feng lightly laughed: “Do your work well, in the future when you enter the Sixth Grade, we will also be able to be promoted to True Transmission, and the example money will follow.”
“Heh heh heh ……”
The four people looked at each other and laughed, then …… the smile disappeared a little bit.
Outside the mountain gate in front came a person, a ragged young man, carrying a gilt lance in his hand, and his eyes exuded a look that no one could understand.
Although it is impossible to see the realm, but with this appearance, it is naturally impossible to come to worship the master.
“Who trespassed into my Spirit Sword Sect and what do you want?”
The four people had serious faces and drew their long swords at their waists in unison, coldly eyeing each other to maintain the dignity of a large sect!
“What for? Stealing home!”
That teenager sneered, and the odd white and yellow true qi was already flying.
The four people had the intention to resist, but they were iced by that yellow-white true qi that made their whole body cold and numb, and then they flew out heavily backwards.
Between the dizziness of the head, only to see that the young man has already waved a long spear, wrapped in a horrifying might, smashed the door of the Spirit Sword Sect, which has been created for more than two hundred years.
With a flash of his body, he had already entered the crumbling gate.
“So it turns out that it’s not safe to be in a sect! What the hell kind of world is this!”
Zhang Feng thought as he did before passing out.
(End of Chapter)