Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Young Master Fei saw the militiamen lined up in front from a distance, but he didn't take it too seriously, he was just dying.

His group of people are all immortal cultivators, followed by an army of 100,000 monsters, while the other party is just a group of ordinary people without cultivation.

Although there are a small number of monks mixed in, the highest is no more than Foundation Establishment.

Now it's like a big elephant seeing an ant sticking out a leg on the road ahead, trying to trip him up, it's ridiculous.

Even in his consciousness, he could see that even though the militiamen in front were lined up neatly, many of them were trembling uncontrollably.

Just like that, you still want to stop the army of 100,000 monsters?

Although he also saw the spiritual tool in the hands of the militiamen in his consciousness, but the spiritual energy fluctuations on it were not large, and it should be a weapon contaminated with a little spiritual energy.

Young Master Fei led his men and continued to move forward slowly. Just such a group of ants was not worth their charge.

The facts are similar to what Gongzi Fei observed. Among the militiamen holding spiritual tools in their hands, there are a large number of tenant farmers who have never seen blood, let alone participated in battles.

They were still working in the fields not long ago, and many of them were honest people who couldn't even kill a chicken.

It was the first time to experience this kind of battle, and it would be a lie to say that they were not nervous. Most people were so nervous that their palms were sweating.

Seeing the army of immortal cultivators getting closer and closer, they felt so oppressive that they couldn't breathe, and they held their breath unconsciously.

But none of them retreated. Behind them was their homeland, their parents, wives and children, and everyone was fighting for themselves.

At the same time, they were even more unwilling to disappoint Mr. Zhang's good intentions, and they could not disappoint Mr. Zhang.

Everyone suppressed the tension and fear in their hearts and looked at their captain. As long as the captain gave the order, they all only needed to press the switch of the spiritual tool in their hands as they did during training.

The enemy still has 50 feet... 40 feet... 30 feet... 25 feet... 20 feet...

The effective range of the spiritual tool is 20 feet, but at this time Fugui still has not issued an attack order, and now he can only get the front row of the enemy, and he is still waiting.

19 feet... 18 feet...

The distance between the two sides was only 15 feet, and the bodies of the militiamen trembled even more.

The human monks on the opposite side also began to prepare to cast spells.

put!

Following Fugui's order, all the tense militiamen seemed to find a way to release the pressure, and pressed the switch on the spiritual tool hard.

Countless fireballs flew out, rushed into the crowd in front and immediately turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Thousands of people using spiritual tools to attack at the same time is like thousands of qi cultivators blasting fireballs at them at the same time.

At this moment, all the monks walking in front of the team were engulfed in flames.

Crazy! Really crazy!

It was only at this time that Young Master Fei realized that what those ants on the opposite side were holding were all spiritual tools.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, spiritual implements were a very unpopular magic weapon, and no one would use spiritual implements to arm ordinary people.

In the eyes of nobles, once a spiritual tool falls into the hands of ordinary people, it is tantamount to a disaster.

Any nobleman with normal thinking would not hand over such a sharp weapon to the tenant farmers. If this would cause a big mess, it would be tantamount to playing with fire and setting himself on fire.

How will a tenant farmer with spiritual tools in his hand manage in the future!

But now that his team is facing this situation, they can't bear to think about other things. Maybe this is a desperate move by the opponent.

At this moment, the monks caught in the sea of ​​flames stopped struggling and fell to the ground, waiting peacefully for themselves to be reduced to ashes.

This sudden change made everyone a little stunned and hesitated for a while.

Rush, rush over quickly, the opponent is just a group of ants!

After being reminded by Young Master Fei, everyone came to their senses, right! The opposite is just a group of ants, and a cultivator himself can crush the opponent to death with a single hand.

A group of immortal cultivators resorted to their own defensive methods and rushed forward.

Some of the higher cultivation bases have also resorted to their own attack methods at this moment, and various spells and magical weapons flew towards the militia ahead.

But this kind is only a minority, and the monks who can attack the militiamen from twenty feet away must at least have a cultivation base of tenth level or above.

There are not many such masters in the monk team.

Part of their attack was stopped by teachers and the like in the militia.

These instructors are all retired soldiers from the Blackwater Army, and their strength is not bad.

Only a few attacks fell on the militia groups, and a lot of damage was done.

These militiamen who went into battle for the first time, seeing the death of their comrades-in-arms, felt a surge of fear in their hearts, and their eyes were no longer firm. They looked at their instructors and their generals, hoping to hear the order to retreat.

There are heavy rewards for those who die on the battlefield, and fleeing without authorization is a capital crime, and it will also involve family members.

Listen to my order - let go!

The militiamen didn't hear any order to retreat, so they could only subconsciously press the switch of the spiritual tool in their hands again.

A group of monks who had just rushed close were once again engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

At the same time, a Qi cultivator among the militiamen sacrificed a bazooka on his back. Once the object was sacrificed, it shot forward at an extremely fast speed like an arrow leaving the string.

On the opposite side, 20 feet away, a Foundation Establishment cultivator used a spell to bombard the militia phalanx just now, and more than 30 militiamen died on the spot due to this spell.

At this time, a cylindrical magic weapon fell on top of his head at an extremely fast speed. Before he could offer the magic weapon to meet him, the cylindrical magic weapon exploded with a boom on top of his head.

The huge explosion shock wave stirred up a cloud of smoke and dust, and when the smoke and dust dispersed a little, there was only a big pit left in place, and the foundation-building cultivator couldn't even find the complete body.

What's more, the qi training monks standing around him also fell down a large piece, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

This was just the beginning, and then one after another, several rocket launchers flew into the ranks of monks.

Boom boom boom!

A series of loud noises rose from the ranks of monks, and the monks who were bombarding the opposite side just now had already extinguished their flags and drums.

Anyone who is named by the bazooka, as long as they do not have a golden core cultivation base, will not be spared.

The next few rounds of spiritual equipment shooting and the explosion of the bazooka blasted the monks under Gong Zifei to pieces.

Fellow daoists, it seems that we still have to do it ourselves.

Seeing that the monks under him couldn't do anything to each other, Young Master Fei turned his head and smiled at the few Jindan monks.

We have just joined the Holy Race Alliance, but we have not made an inch of merit, and now we have lost troops and lost generals. It is inevitable that we will be underestimated.

Immediately, several Golden Core cultivators walked out of the crowd.

If Zhang He was here, he would definitely be able to recognize them, most of them were acquaintances.

At the beginning, they fought against the army of monsters on the bank of the boundary river together, and later Zhang He led people to rescue everyone.

But now everyone has already thrown this matter out of the blue.