Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 226 Zhang Yuanzhu: Junior Sister, I haven't seen you in five years. Are you doing well? (4000)

"Yan bandits have infiltrated the army, and the Daqian Shi family has been ordered to investigate."

Dozens of armored soldiers moved forward side by side, like an iron wall, forcing back the returning cultivators.

A middle-aged man walked out from behind the soldiers, his robe clean and fluttering in the wind, with arrogance on his face.

"All independent cultivators, open your storage bags. We will check them one by one to prevent the Yan bandits from infiltrating the main army."

boom! boom!
In an instant, the suppressed noise rose again and echoed throughout the camp.

Every cultivator has privacy and opportunities, so how could they allow others to explore them at will?

"We have just returned from the expedition and we are being treated like this. What does the Qian Kingdom want to do?"

"Fighting so hard, surviving so hard, how can this be possible?"

"Open the storage bag? You're dreaming. The worst that can happen is you can just leave."

Loud shouts came from the crowd, and a tragic aura surged towards them.

Many independent cultivators had murderous looks in their eyes, thinking that they were sheep and could be bullied at will.

"How dare you! Who dares to speak nonsense and disrupt the morale of the army?" the middle-aged man shouted, waving his sleeves.

A flying sword appeared, emitting cold light and chilling murderous intent.

In an instant, it crossed the sky and slashed towards a casual cultivator.

It was a big man with a scar on his face, looking at the flying sword in horror.

It was too sudden, there was no time to react, he was dead!

Stab it!

Sparks flew as a bronze spear blocked the flying sword.

"Who is it?" the middle-aged man shouted.

The flying sword trembled slightly, bursting out with sword energy, and was about to strike again.

The next moment, a hand covered in golden light stretched out, grasped the hilt of the sword, and suppressed the sword energy in the sky.

With a flick of his hand, the trembling flying sword instantly regained its composure.

A figure wearing black armor walked past the scarred man and out of the crowd.

He held a spear in one hand and a flying sword in the other, facing many armored soldiers.

"Qian Country treats us like this because they think the overall situation is set, Qian Country will win, and they no longer need us."

He lightly tapped the hilt with his five fingers, and lines appeared, completely suppressing the flying sword and placing it into the storage bag in public.

The middle-aged man of the Shi family stared at the golden light on the young man's palm, suppressing the anger in his heart.

Word by word:
"Your Excellency is definitely not a casual cultivator."

"You are a disciple of the Golden Light Pavilion, right? What is your purpose in entering our Qian Kingdom?"

This level of Golden Light Technique must have come from the Golden Light Pavilion, and most likely from an important disciple in the Star Pavilion.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep, his palms were rubbing the long spear, and he did not answer.

He took a step forward and came in front of the middle-aged man.

"The three great immortal cultivation families, I've heard the elders mention you."

"They are selfish, they kill monks, they are extravagant, they are like pigs and dogs."

The indifferent voice echoed in front of the military camp, reaching everyone's ears clearly.

He took a big step forward, walked past the middle-aged people, pushed aside the soldiers, and strode into the military camp.

The middle-aged Taoist had a gloomy expression on his face, with more fear in his eyes. The reputation of the three major families had become so bad.

At this moment, he no longer cared about stopping the wandering cultivators from entering the military camp.

He turned around and led his soldiers towards the central army. He wanted to pass this news back to let the ancestor know.

Jinguan Pavilion is one of the three major side sects of Guya Mountain and is a real major sect.

Not to mention the three major immortal cultivation families, even the entire Qian Kingdom is nothing but an ant compared to them.

They secretly sent important disciples here. What is their intention? Are they planning something secret?

All kinds of thoughts echoed in the middle-aged man's mind.

As for the death of Shi Zheng, the seed of foundation building, it is a trivial matter in comparison.

the other side.

After Zhang Yuanzhu entered the military camp, he strode towards the warehouse without hesitation.

It’s less than a cup of tea.

He had already arrived in front of the warehouse, looked at the royal family member sitting on the chair, took out the token and threw it over.

"In exchange for the Taiyin Slaying God Arrow."

Be direct and state your purpose.

The royal disciple looked at the black-armored monk in front of him with some surprise.

He knew what the Shi family was doing outside the military camp, and someone came in so quickly.

"Have you surrendered?"

The royal family member thought to himself, and moved quickly with his palm, picking up the token and checking it directly.

"One thousand one hundred and twenty-seven points of military merit are enough to exchange for the Taiyin God-Slaying Arrow."

After a pause, the Taoist priest, dressed in gorgeous clothes and with dignity, showed a gentle look on his face.

"Fellow Daoist, are you willing to exchange it for a position and 'truly' join the Qian Nation?"

"It's such a waste to spend so much merit on a side-effect spell."

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth under the Nuo mask stretched:

"Is the royal family not going to keep its promise?"

"Of course not, it's just a suggestion."

The Taoist in gorgeous clothes shook his head and handed the token in his hand to the soldier beside him.

"Take out the items from cabinet A, No. 23, layer 15."

"Yes, my lord."

The soldier clasped his fists and then walked into the tent.

Soon, he came out holding a wooden box and placed it in the palm of the Taoist in gorgeous clothes.

The Taoist took the wooden box, stood up, and walked in front of the young man.

"Fellow Daoist, this is the Taiyin Slaying God Arrow and contains some previous cultivation experiences. Please check it out."

Zhang Yuanzhu didn't hesitate to pick up the wooden box and open it directly.

Three silver jade slips came into view.

He picked up the jade slip and probed his consciousness into it.

After just a quick glance, the boy's eyes showed a hint of happiness.

As he thought, this spell was perfect for him.

Moreover, once you have the magic, you can do whatever you want without any worries.

He did not come here to serve the Qian Kingdom, nor did he come here to fight for the Immortal Soldier Valley's plan.

He was just pursuing his own path.

Snapped!
The jade slip was put back and the wooden box was closed.

The young man glanced indifferently at the Taoist in gorgeous clothes, turned around and left without saying a word.

The Taoist in a gorgeous robe stared at the receding figure, his brows furrowed.

"Sir, that independent cultivator was too rude and actually refused your invitation."

A soldier opened his mouth, his five fingers tightly gripping his weapon.

"hehe!"

"People with ability are always like this, like wild horses, they need to be tamed constantly."

The Taoist chuckled, his eyes flickering as he recalled the other party's message.

He is only at the tenth level of Qi training, and he has achieved such military exploits in just one month. His combat power must be extremely strong. I wonder what his background is.

Just as the Taoist was pondering, the sound transmission stone in his arms suddenly lit up.

In an instant, the Taoist in gorgeous clothes changed his expression drastically. He looked at the direction the man had just left and muttered to himself:

"Golden Light Pavilion, what do you want to do by sending your Tianjiao disciples here?"

The news that a disciple from the Golden Light Pavilion had infiltrated spread among the high-ranking military officials at an extremely fast speed.

The Biluo and Shiling Dharma lines heard about it one after another.

The situation on the front line has undergone subtle changes.

But Zhang Yuanzhu didn't care.

The golden light technique of condensing magic patterns, and the information about the Golden Light Pavilion learned from Ruan Yu.

He will definitely be more like a disciple of Jin Guang Pavilion than any other disciples of Jin Guang Pavilion.

In the tent, Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged.

Seven pure white gourds hovered before him, emitting a strong aura of war. The faint sounds of metal clashing and battle could be heard. He raised his hand, grasped the Nuo mask, and slowly removed it, placing it beneath the gourds.

"let's start."

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered, clasped his ten fingers together, and made a seal.

In an instant, the seven gourds fell over at the same time, and the aura of war flowed out, pouring onto the face of the tiger demon Nuo.

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!
The Nuo mask trembled, and wisps of pure white began to spread, wrapping around the Nuo mask. The speed was not very fast, but it was extremely firm.

As time passed, the pure white color on the mask became more and more.

An hour!
Six hours!!
Twelve hours!!!
For a whole day and night, all the accumulated war energy was integrated into the Nuo mask.

The tiger demon Nuo mask completely turned into pure white.

hum~
The Nuo mask trembled slightly, and a fierce and domineering aura surged out, sweeping in all directions.

It was like a real white tiger, standing in front of him, opening its mouth to bite.

Zhang Yuanzhu had a blank expression on his face. He stretched out his hand and grasped the Nuo mask.

In an instant, all the ferocity and the white tiger disappeared.

The extremely strong will suppressed everything.

He pulled his arm back and put on the white tiger Nuo mask. In his dantian, a white tiger roared to the sky and glanced at the other three beasts.

There was no longer any fear as at the beginning. He stood with the phantoms of the three beasts, the Red Dragon, the Black Tortoise and the Qilin, purifying his magic power.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanzhu's cultivation speed, which had slowed down due to his entry into the tenth level of Qi training, increased again and was no weaker than before.

"Ah!"

The young man smiled with joy.

This alone makes it worthwhile for me to work hard for a month to perfect the White Tiger Nuo mask.

Next, it is time to practice spells at the tenth level of Qi training.

But before that, we have to.
"Meet an old friend."

Zhang Yuanzhu stood up and looked outside the tent, the white tiger Nuo mask on his face disappeared.

A thought.

Strands of golden light floated from all over his body, flowing up and down, covering his body and obscuring his face.

The golden light is bright and dazzling, with a touch of indestructible charm.

He carried a spear on his back and walked forward, his golden armor clanging and making a powerful sound, exuding a captivating aura.

The formations arranged inside and outside the tent opened automatically.

Zhang Yuanzhu stepped out, and eight figures came into view.

There were smiling men in python robes, young men in spirit-eating Taoist robes, and the three great immortal cultivation families in lavish attire.
He just glanced at these people casually, and finally stopped his gaze at the far right side of the crowd.

Two men and women wearing green robes.

The man had an ordinary face, with black and white hair, and a look of vicissitudes of life.

The woman had a pretty face, black hair that fell down behind her, and a pair of beautiful eyes filled with curiosity.

'Pinkie!'

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered in his heart.

This old friend of the Biluo lineage had once traveled with him in the Beast Taming Secret Realm and was a friend with whom he could communicate.

While the young man was observing the other party, the royal family of Qian Kingdom, the three major immortal cultivation families, and the Biluo Dharma Lineage were also looking at Zhang Yuanzhu.

For a moment, the air was silent and the atmosphere was depressing.

And this repression becomes greater and greater as time goes by.

"Everyone, what are you doing here?" Zhang Yuanzhu let his arms hang naturally and slowly opened his mouth.

At this moment, everyone looked at each other and nodded.

After some observation, they have confirmed that a person with such a high level of Golden Light Technique must be a disciple of the Golden Light Pavilion, and no one can impersonate him.

"Junior Brother Jin Guangge, we heard you were here, so we came to see you."

The young man with the Spirit Food Dharma lineage walked out of the crowd and greeted them with a fist salute.

At this time, neither the Qian Kingdom royal family nor the three major cultivation families were qualified to talk to each other.

Only the two lineages of Xianbing Valley can communicate with each other on an equal footing.

"I naturally understand what you are thinking. This is just a test for me."

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered.

The golden light on his body became brighter and brighter, making him look like a god.

"Trial?"

"The two countries are at war, the flames of war are endless, and thousands, even tens of thousands, of lives are lost in the blink of an eye. Naturally, it is a rare place for trials."

The boy laughed.

There was indifference and coldness in the laughter.

The life and death of tens of thousands of monks seemed like a joke to him.

"Junior brother, your heart is firm!"

The young man of the Spirit-Eating Dharma Lineage rubbed his hands together with admiration.

"But this camp is too noisy. It's full of unethical and undisciplined cultivators, which tarnishes their reputation."

"Why don't you join us in heading to the Central Army Camp? The training environment will be better, and you'll be able to participate in more 'Trials'."

A man with a dignified face and wearing a dragon robe also extended an invitation.

"Brother Hong, come with me to the Central Army Camp. There are fierce battles going on there, and there are geniuses from the Xuanqing Temple. They are worth Brother Hong's efforts."

"Wuliang Palace, Xuanqing Temple?"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered.

Wuliang Palace practices through incense and faith, and only those at the Ningsha level are qualified to build a temple.

It was the Xuanqing Temple that dominated the incense business in the State of Yan.

He tilted his head slightly, his face under the golden light smiling as he looked to the right.

"It's indeed a bit noisy here. We can practice somewhere else."

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, he pointed at the Biluo Dharma Lineage.

"Brothers, if it's not too much trouble, I would like to go to the right army camp with you two."

The man with a weathered face had a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This junior from the Jinguang Pavilion actually wants to go back with them. What is his plan?

Biqi, who was standing on the side, had a frown on her face. She hadn't spoken a word since she arrived, and had been looking at the figure shrouded in golden light.

She felt a sense of familiarity, as if she had seen him somewhere, but she had no impression of his figure or temperament.

"If you want, it won't be a problem."

The woman's voice was calm, her beautiful eyes half-closed, hiding her true emotions.

The man with a weathered face frowned, wondering how could his junior sister agree to this without his permission.

But the frown soon relaxed.

"Since Junior Brother has spoken, let's go together."

The Food Spirits, the Royal Family, and the three major immortal cultivation families all had different looks, but in the end, no one interrupted or made things difficult.

Everyone talked to each other for a while before leaving.

Zhang Yuanzhu followed Biluo Famai and the other person out of the camp and headed towards the army on the right.

He walked slowly, falling behind the crowd, and observed the real army of Qian Kingdom at close range.

Suddenly, a graceful figure came to the side of the young man and looked carefully at the blurry figure under the golden light.

"Brother, have we met before? I feel a sense of familiarity."

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flashed with helplessness. His perception was so sharp, yet he had clearly restrained his own aura.

But then again, it was precisely because of this old friend who was trustworthy that he went to the Biluo Dharma Lineage's headquarters.

He glanced at the man walking in front of him, and the formation plate in his arms trembled, and a transparent formation was formed in an instant.

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, the golden light slowly dissipated, revealing a pair of eyes.

One eye with two pupils, one black and one blue, like two suns circling around each other.

Destruction and vitality intertwine and collide, as if giving birth to something.

"Junior sister, I haven't seen you for five years. Are you doing well?"

The soft voice touched the woman's heart.

Biqi was surprised at first, then her pretty face was filled with excitement and her hands were clenched.

"Brother, it's you, it really is you."

Thousands of words and emotions surged in my heart, and finally they all turned into a response.

"Brother, I'm fine!"

(End of this chapter)