"What, what's there?"

The Linlong King was stunned and immediately realized that the second uncle was talking about his apprentice?

But where did he get his apprentice?

Zhang Xuanba saw his doubts and smiled slightly, "Actually, I had intended to find a heritage in the world as early as decades ago."

"ah?"

The Linlong King became more and more shocked: "I have never heard you talk about it..."

"It is actually not accurate to say that it is inheritance. In fact, it is to find a lord who is in harmony for 'to shake the earth'..."

"What?!"

The King of Linlong changed his brilliance: "You want to give up the 'sky and earth'?!"

What is it? Others don’t know, but he doesn’t know?

His second uncle used this Taoist fruit as the foundation to open the Martial Saint's door. Later, someone came to him to seek the seeds of God, but they were all politely rejected.

As far as he knows, his second uncle can only differentiate two divine species. It is said that one of them is lost in the Jade Dragon Temple...

"Fuss."

Zhang Xuanba glared at him and said:

"I want to walk on the path of immortality, but external things should not be preserved. It is reasonable to find a master for him."

"you……"

The Long Dragon King smiled bitterly.

He originally wanted to say why he didn't leave the road of Kangzhuang and insisted on taking the immortal martial arts, but he still didn't dare to say it.

He is also over 60 years old, and he was beaten up in the street, which makes him feel embarrassed.

"You don't understand."

Zhang Xuanba didn't explain, but turned to the distant forest: "Why, I want to hide it from me?"

Um?

The Long Dragon King came back to his senses and realized something was strange.

Looking up, I saw a gray-bearded old man in the distant shade of the mountains and forests, holding a gray-bearded horse slowly out, with his armor on his back and carrying a bow and knife on his back.

"Uncle Liu?"

The Linlong King had excellent eyesight and recognized this old soldier as one of the Xuanjialing cavalry under his second uncle's command.

Huh ~

The wind blows through the mountains and forests with gunpowder smoke.

one,

two.

...

Soon, hundreds or thousands of old soldiers were leading horses out, and more were leading horses behind them. They lined up silently without saying a word, but they were heavier than the mountains beside them.

It makes people feel depressed when they look at it.

Looking at the old soldiers, Zhang Xuanba suddenly became silent. After a long time, he cursed: "What are you old guys doing?..."

Bang!

The old man in front of him knelt on one knee, his words were firm:

"Although Liu Qing is old, he can still lead a horse and kick it up for you, put on armor and cut it down!"

"Get out!"

Zhang Xuanba cursed again:

"Can you still carry a knife? You are still wearing armor and cutting..."

Hurry!

The sound of the armored clothes vibrating is like the rushing Yangtze River, and thousands of old soldiers kneel together, and the sound fluctuates the sky:

"Although we are old, we are not dead. As the king's flag points, we still dare to fight to the death!"

Rumble!

Thousands of people shook their clothes and raised their troops and roared, and their sound was like rushing against the sky, as if they were storming the clouds in the sky.

The iron-blooded will that was so strong that it seemed to be insoluble made the Linlong King, who had been united for many years, feel extremely depressed in his heart and cannot help but be moved.

These old soldiers may not be as talented as themselves, but the will forged by these battles seems to be purer than him.

Thousands of horses are like one person, pronunciation is like thunder. What kind of martial arts and Taoism are going to look overshadowed in the face of such a fierce will.

"well……"

As the rumbling sound waves echoed, Zhang Xuanba sighed:

"Half of my body has been buried in the ground, so why can I show off..."

...

...

In the gluttony cauldron, light and darkness alternate, and a large number of ingredients disappear.

Yang Yu's figure appeared again and again, stepping into the light curtain again and again.

fail!

fail!

Failed again!

Finally, after being shot by the Thousands of Divine Arm Crossbows, Yang Yu opened his eyes again.

"So that's it, so that's it..."

There seemed to be a substantial light in his eyes, and Yu Yang was in a state of great excitement, overwhelming the severe pain of his death again and again.

Zhang Xuanba is the Martial Saint, but he is the commander of the army!

As a warrior, he will never retreat without fighting.

But as the head coach, he would never allow his soldiers to be wiped out.

If things cannot be done, Xuanba cannot be defeated, but Xuanjia can retreat!

"If you are not defeated, if you are not defeated, if you are not defeated, if you are not defeated!"

"I see……"

"The situation of the Eight Thousand Xuan Armored Soldiers is Zhang Xuanba's strongest point, but it is also his weakness!"

"Only eight thousand children have disappeared, then the domineering emperor will commit suicide by slashing his throat by the river! The situation of the military, so that's what it is..."

Finally, Yang Yu suppressed the throbbing in his heart, closed his eyes and focused his mind for the last attack.

"Come again!"

...

...

Killing is a skill.

A skill that can be used to understand lifelong and never end.

Zhao Wukong didn't know what others joined the Death Recruitment Building, but there was only one reason why he joined the Death Recruitment Building.

That is to kill someone.

He had a tragic fate. He lost his father at the age of four and killed the ruffian who violated his mother at the age of eight. At this point, he was out of control.

For more than seventy years, he could not remember how many people he had killed, nor how many ways he was proficient in killing.

People like him will be afraid and worried, but they will not doubt their own methods of killing.

"The Grand Master cannot be touched, and you can kill everyone under him!"

In Longyuan City, in a tea shop in the south of the city, Zhao Wuxiao gently blew the teacup in his hand. In the mist, he kept muttering in his heart.

It has been many years since he had never felt so nervous before killing people, just like when he was eight years old, he poked the thug to death with a wooden stick.

Frightened, nervous, cringe... and excitement.

He thought that he would be disgusted and resisted when forced to take on the assassination mission, but it was not until this time that he realized that he was not disgusted at all.

Some are just excitement.

At one moment, he heard the exclamations and commotion coming from outside the long street. Inside and outside the long street, there were crowds of people and pedestrians scattered one after another.

A bamboo chariot came slowly.
To be continued...