The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 198 195: Crisis (12)

unknown land,

Deep in the clouds.

Chu Zhou stopped in the air with a look of pain on his face, holding a 'compass' in his hand, constantly rotating his position to determine his direction.

Then he took out a map, his eyes shining with golden light, and scanned the earth through the clouds, then measured and gestured to determine his position.

Theoretically, the shortest distance between two points is a straight line.

Therefore, flying directly from Xuanzhen Temple to Yanshui City must be the fastest and most convenient way.

Especially Chu Zhou combined 'Cloud Climbing', 'Great Wind Summoning Technique' and 'Water Escape Technique', and with the help of the Heavenly Performance Platform, he deduced a pretty good technique.

He named it: Cloud-Teleporting Technique.

Although the speed is not the fastest, it is also one of the best. The most important thing is that it does not consume much mana and can be maintained for a long time, making it most suitable for traveling.

However, any good idea must be tested in practice to determine its advantages and disadvantages.

Just like now, when he was really flying in the clouds and traveling a long distance, he realized that the biggest problem of flying was actually "positioning".

If you fly too low, the mountains and terrain will become obstacles, and it will be easy to be discovered and cause chaos.

If you fly too high, you will hide directly among the clouds. Without real-time positioning, if you deviate a little, you may deviate by tens of thousands of miles.

The saying 'a slight error leads to a great mistake' is the most true portrayal.

The result was that every time Chu Zhou ran for a while, he had to stop and use a compass and map to assist in positioning.

But the accuracy of the map of this world is really hard to describe, so from time to time he has to go down to the ground, ask people and determine his location.

All in all, this first time flying in the air and traveling a long distance was not a very good experience.

Chu Zhou was especially worried about the situation in Yanshui City, which made him extremely angry.

Fortunately, the speed of flying is indeed faster than running on the ground. Chu Zhou can already feel that the distance between him and Yanshui City is getting shorter and shorter.

……

Outside the Yanshui City.

After two failed sieges, the morale of the Qihuo Army had fallen to the bottom. Ran Yongzeng did not continue the siege, but ordered people to cook and slaughtered a number of horses, using horse meat as a reward so that the army had a good meal.

He even took out the remaining drinks and distributed them.

Then he arranged for the soldiers to patrol and let the others rest.

He slept until the sun set, and the remaining rouge looked like blood, illuminating the whole sky and earth in scarlet. All the beggar soldiers were called up again.

They put on armor, prepared weapons, and lit bonfires, ready for a night battle.

The situation on the top of Yanshui City also became tense, with braziers being lit and burning vigorously.

There were crossbows with strings strung and cannons ready, and warriors with excellent eyesight were ready to go up to the city and fight.

Of course, Wei Fangjie, as the head coach, was still sitting on the top of the city wall, while representatives of other forces took turns to rest.

However, at this moment, Wei Fangjie felt a strong sense of uneasiness, as if some huge threat was about to come.

This is a transformation in which the five senses become extremely sharp, and it is an achievement that can only be achieved after the body and organs have been tempered to perfection.

Even in the entire Xuanzhen Temple, only the five brothers Chu Zhou have this ability.

Not to mention the other disciples who have not grown up yet, those who changed their ways late, like Wei Jinkui, cannot reach this level even if they temper their bodies again.

Wei Fangjie tilted his head slightly and looked at Zhu Xuan, the war hall master of Wanxiangzhai, and asked, "Master Zhu, if it were you, how do you think the beggars should fight?"

Zhu Xuan, who was still regulating his breathing, slowly opened his eyes, his eyes shining as he looked at the sky that was about to darken and the increasingly restless Beggar Army camp.

He thought for a moment before saying, "If it were me, I would use my strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses!"

"Use your strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses?"

Wei Fangjie chewed over these words and immediately called a messenger, saying, "Go and invite all the gentlemen here. Tell them that a fierce battle is coming and ask them to come."

"Yes!"

After the messenger left, Wei Fangjie stood up and slowly twisted his body, using the Nine Movements of the Swimming Dragon to stretch his muscles, bones and skin.

As he moved, the sound of bones rubbing against each other could be heard. His body expanded and became a giant several meters tall; then it shrank and became like a child again.

From time to time, the muscles in his body seemed to come alive and move around. His punches and feet seemed slow, but as he moved around, ripples formed in the air.

Until the end, he showed his domineering state. He was two meters tall, his muscles were as twisted as the roots of an old tree, his skin was like ivory white jade, yet as taut as gold and iron, and the power visible to the naked eye was spreading outward.

"Come, put on my armor!"

"Yes!"

An inner sect disciple from Xuanzhen Temple came forward and put on a full set of specially made armor piece by piece on him, and finally a silver spear was held in his hand.

At this time, everyone also came over one after another. Seeing him like this, they knew what was going on and prepared to leave.

Wei Jinkui hesitated to speak, wanting to say a few words to his son, but he opened his mouth and closed it again.

Wei Fangjie didn't look at his father, but turned to look at Zhu Xuan again, and said with a smile: "The strongest one will be left to me later, but if there are other masters, I will have to trouble Master Zhu."

Zhu Xuan looked at him and said, "Before I came, my master made it clear that as long as Xuanzhen Temple doesn't let us down, then Wanxiangzhai will never withdraw.

Don’t worry about this.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression froze. He raised his head with great effort, looked up at the sky, and said, "Can I take back what I just said?"

Wei Fangjie laughed and said, "It's too late!"

When he looked up again, the smile on his face quickly faded. He saw the clouds above the sky shaking and a huge hole appeared. Two extremely strong pressures descended, slowly pressing down, like a dark cloud covering the sky, making it difficult for everyone to breathe.

A red-haired old man, like a lion, full of domineering aura; a young monk, calm and radiating a peaceful Buddhist light.

They descended from the sky with their eyes downcast, as if they were looking at a group of ants.

Wei Fangjie took a step forward, his body straightened even more, and he said: "Masters of martial arts are not allowed to set foot on the battlefield of mortals. I remember there is such a rule.

It seems that you two are not going to comply?"

This rule exists because the martial arts master's lethality is too great.

They already have the ability to drive the spiritual power of heaven and earth. Every move they make can cause changes in the celestial phenomena. For mortals, a random move could cause huge damage.

No matter how powerful a martial arts master is, he was also a mortal who grew up step by step. Too much loss of mortals is not in the interests of the sect.

Over time, the sects all over the world reached a tacit understanding that martial arts masters would not get involved in mortal battlefields.

When it comes to nuclear weapons, deterrence is the most important thing. How can they be used at will?
However, this kind of rules is just a tacit understanding. If there is a martial arts master who really ignores them, the so-called rules will no longer have any binding force.

Zen Master Jinhu laughed, fixed his eyes on Wei Fangjie, and said, "It is because of this rule that we did not kill anyone, we just came here to challenge you.

We want to fight the strongest man in your Yanshui City, and we will fight in the sky. Do you dare?"

"Why don't you dare?!"

The red-haired old man stretched out his hand to stop the young monk and said, "Leave this man to me, leave it to me!"

As he spoke, he took a deep breath, and his entire body began to swell. In the time it took him to breathe, he became a giant man about ten feet tall.

His red hair fluttered in the wind like a lion's mane. He looked at Wei Fangjie and said, "Your Xuanzhen Temple's Tyrant Body form is quite interesting. I have practiced it and have made some progress.

I just wonder how my body-tempering skills compare to those of your Xuanzhen Temple?

Today is a good day, let's give it a try and verify each other's experience."

Wei Fangjie's smile faded, and he said, "Learning the martial arts of my Xuanzhen Temple and attacking the territory protected by my Xuanzhen Temple, you are indeed a cult, you really don't respect it at all!
But, okay, okay, let me see how much you have learned."

"Then shall we go to heaven?"

"And go to heaven!"

The red-haired old man didn't waste any words. The internal energy around him suddenly burst out and he soared into the sky.

Wei Fangjie took a deep breath, stroked the few talismans given to him by his senior brother before he came here, looked at his father again, pointed the spear in his hand, and flew into the air to catch up.

Everyone looked up and saw that above the sky and in the clouds, there was a rumbling sound like thunder.

Below, Master Jinhu looked around and then looked at Zhu Xuan, saying, "You are the only one who can be my opponent. Should we go to the sky, or stay here and affect others?"

Zhu Xuan's mouth was full of bitterness, but he still said: "I am Zhu Xuan, the master of the Wanxiangzhai War Hall. My master, Wanxiang Zhenren, is also a martial arts master."

"What do you mean by this? Is he here?"

"What I mean is, Master, please show some mercy later."

"Just based on what you said, I can't show mercy. Otherwise, people will say that I am afraid of your master."

Zhu Xuan's mouth twitched and he stopped talking. He held the sword and walked towards the sky step by step. He was not moving fast and was hesitating, as if he was stalling for time.

Zen Master Golden Fox did not urge him, but the five-colored energy suddenly burst out and reached above the sky and under the clouds, silently staring at Zhu Xuan.

Seeing these two people leave, as if it was a signal, drums sounded, and tens of thousands of beggar soldiers charged again.

But this time, the ones who were faster were the innate warriors, the Red Lotus followers who had unlocked the Red Lotus secret art, the lustful demons who were devoured by desire, and the various masters who were swept up by the Beggar Army.

They rushed up the city wall as fast as they could, braving the rain of arrows and artillery fire, intending to kill indiscriminately.

Among them, the most eye-catching ones are the two Nine-Leaf Red Lotus Envoys flying in the air, with nine blood-red lotus flowers on their white robes.

As masters who are half a step away from being grandmasters, they really came rampant without any scruples, ready to kill indiscriminately.

Then, he met Wei Jinkui, who was extremely depressed and worried.

He didn't say a word, showing his domineering form, and stabbed out with a spear like a rainbow breaking through the air.

But he could only stop one Nine-Leaf Red Lotus Envoy.

The other one was stopped by Hanshui Sect's leader Han Zhigui and Xuanwei General Zheng Simao.

In addition, there are more than ten innate masters and hundreds of marrow-trained warriors who have already rushed to the top of the city.

What’s even more horrifying is that two zombie-like monsters that emit a stench of corpses have arrived at the city.

The falling arrows were like tickles to them, and they caught the artillery shells aimed at them with their bare hands.

They rushed to the city gate, stretched out their hands and began to shake the gate.

Not to mention that the gate of Yanshui City has been specially thickened, the area behind the gate is also blocked with earth and stones, and the entire city gate is blocked.

It can be said that even the city walls are not as solid as these two gates.

They can no longer be considered doors, at least they no longer function as doors.

Then, even so, the two corpse puppets still knocked the door, causing it to tremble, and the wooden structure collapsed, revealing the stones inside.

In the rear, the Qihuo Army finally broke through the rain of arrows and artillery fire and rushed to the foot of the city. A ladder was set up on the city wall, and countless soldiers climbed up fearlessly.

Yanshui City became precarious at this moment.

It was also at this time that Chu Zhou finally saw the long mountain road, and at the end of the road, the city where the shouts of killing were deafening.

He finally arrived!

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