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Daxiu's eyes widened, he spat out blood, his whole body was sluggish, like a dead autumn leaf, he floated down.

Zhang Qingyang doesn't like killing people.

Don't like blood splatter.

None of the monks Wan Teng could compare to his Dao Xin, and none of them could compare to his Unrepentant Sword, and they fell down one after another.

If the Dao heart is damaged, people will not die, but it is absolutely impossible to improve in the future.This is worse for monks than killing them.

The dantian was destroyed, and it was even more painful.

sin.he sighed.

The more than 100 monks of Wan Teng's family lost their combat power for a while, lying on the ground and screaming.

Zhang Qingyang staggered back.

Tens of thousands of people ran [-]%, leaving behind a pile of broken belongings, shoes, corpses, people who were trampled to death, mothers holding their children and crying miserably, their voices hoarse and full of blood.

Under the protection of loyal family members, Wang Xuemin was still alive, holding a crying baby in his arms. Zhang Qingyang approached, and saw the baby's hand drooping limply like a piece of ruined gray papyrus.

Wang Xuemin asked dully: "I don't have medicine on me, do you have it?"

Zhang Qingyang thought for a while, took out a leaf, thought again, put it in his mouth, chewed it up, and then fed it.

The baby swallowed it instinctively, but there was no taste, and then burst into tears of grievance. After crying for a while, it gradually stopped crying, and a sweet smile appeared on its small face.

Zhang Qingyang didn't have much aura in his dantian, nor was he proficient in healing spells. He tried holding the baby's hand for a long time, but it didn't work.

Wang Xuemin said: "It's useless, chop it up."

Zhang Qingyang shook his head: "No."

Wang Xuemin suddenly snatched the wooden sword he had inserted on the side, and cut it cleanly. The gray papyrus fell down, and the baby in the dream frowned, and let go again.

Zhang Qingyang sighed: "Why do you have to do this?"

Wang Xuemin didn't speak, his expression was extremely tired.

……

"Are you from the royal family?"

"Yes."

Zhang Qingyang was too tired to talk, so he sat blankly for a while, hearing the sound of breaking wind and the crisp sound of clang, cutting off the hidden weapon.

"Junior brother, you are not vigilant enough."

He Zhi was full of laughter, and there were many people behind him.

There are Weihui, Zhengjun, Buguang, and Lianhuafeng who are riding monsters. Not only are there disciples, but there are also elders.

The people from Qifeng are here.

People from Hongling Kingdom Mansion also came.The young disciples gathered together to fight, talking and laughing happily.

The imperial court was dispatching troops, and the soldiers and generals from all sides set off to Longmoyuan, and it would take three days for the nearest one to arrive.The official elite division was led by Ming Huang, and rushed to Longmoyuan at the fastest speed.

Before that, someone must curb the expansion of Wanqi's family and at the same time take care of the people who escaped from Longmoyuan.Logically speaking, this is a matter of the Hongling State Mansion, and has nothing to do with Qifeng.

Zhang Qingyang didn't understand at first, but Wang Xuemin told him, "The Wanqi family has suddenly become stronger, and that's the problem."

Family growth does not happen overnight.There must be a long-term accumulation of various aspects. The sudden explosion of the Wanqi family shows that they have been hiding their strength. Why should they hide their strength?

Qifeng is very interested in the secrets hidden by Wanqi's family.

"you are leaving?"

Wang Xuemin took off his official uniform, put on a cloth shirt, and said calmly, "Go back to Beihuang County to report on your duties."

"Beihuang County?" Zhang Qingyang was taken aback.

"Long Moyuan is under the management of Beihuang County." Wang Xuemin smiled: "You don't know?"

"Chujin County is still separated from Beihuang."

"When Longmoyuan was first received, the prefect of Chujin County was powerful in the court, so he refused to take Longmoyuan and dumped it to the powerless Beihuang." Wang Xuemin sighed, "Longmoyuan is just a father I love a place my mother doesn't love. I'm poor, I can't collect much tax, and the people's customs are fierce, so it's hard to manage, it's hard!"

Zhang Qingyang asked: "Are you going to die?"

Wang Xuemin narrowed his eyes: "I'm not sure about this, it depends on how the Northern Wilderness prefect plays." He laughed again, "Even if I save my life, I may end up in a small place for the rest of my life."

"Sanpenshui County in the south is not bad." Zhang Qingyang said, "The scenery is very good, but it is a bit wet."

"With your good words, I will be demoted to three pots of water." Wang Xuemin picked up the sleeping baby, "Let's go~"

Zhang Qingyang watched him go away.

As the sun sets, the wind cools down and brings a little humidity.He sat on the ground, as if all the sounds were far away from him, and it was so quiet that it didn't look like a place where a big battle was about to happen.

Moreover, the sunset in Longmoyuan is beautiful, as desolate as a farewell song.

It was night, and members of Xuanyan Sect and Shaking Sky Sect arrived one after another. Zhang Qingyang obviously felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere even if he didn't care about other matters.

But no one moved.Still waiting, making Zhang Qingyang feel very uneasy

Until Tianshui Wang broke in strongly.Several elders of the Wang family crossed thousands of miles of desert in one night, entered the hinterland of Wanxinyuan and caused a great upheaval. It is said that they wanted to snatch back a child of the Wang family who was thought to have died long ago.

And it worked.

Zhang Qingyang felt a little uneasy when he heard the news.The Wang family suddenly rescued Wang Chaosheng. Could it be that Tianshui's mysterious envoy leaked his news?

The situation has changed, and the three sects in one mansion can't sit still. He Zhisheng came over and told Zhang Qingyang: "We won't wait for the elites of the court, let's kill them directly."

Zhang Qingyang thought for a while: "Does Qifeng agree?"

He Zhisheng said: "Peak Lord ordered me to take full responsibility for matters outside, and other people also agree with my opinion. Guofu, Xuan Yan and the others also plan to leave tonight."

"Oh." Zhang Qingyang raised his head, just in time to meet He Zhisheng's eyes.

He felt that something was hidden inside, and it was dangerous.So he lowered his eyelids, a little hesitantly: "When will we leave?"

"Just tonight."

Zhang Qingyang pursed his lips, didn't say anything, nodded, and took out the coir raincoat. The last time he shook the sand, he didn't shake it clean, but this time he continued to shake it. Everyone watched him shaking his arms in amazement. Someone dared to ask : "Uncle, what are you doing?"

Zhang Qingyang said: "Shake the sand and wear it at night."

Everyone laughed.

Seeing Zhang Qingyang like this, the experienced disciple of Weihui Peak realized something, and put the soft armor on the outside, and then covered it with a big robe.

At night, it was cold and windy.No matter which aspect a person faces, the wind seems to blow against the face. Some female disciples were blinded by the wind and sand, and couldn't help crying.

Zhang Qingyang experienced a night walk in a storm, learned a lesson, collected dew at dusk, wet a handkerchief, covered his mouth and nose, and the wet handkerchief was dried in a short while, at least much better than a mouthful of sand.

The storm roared, and except for the teacher, almost no one in the group could control the sword normally, and there were endless complaints.He Zhisheng was forced to announce the cessation of action and return to the camp.

After running for nothing in the middle of the night, everyone was more or less resentful. After finally returning to the camp, everyone was busy shaking the sand off their bodies.Trembling and trembling, he began to talk about He Zhisheng. Every time you said something, the resentment grew bigger and bigger. The disciples of Weihui Peak could bear it at first, but then they couldn't bear it anymore: "Aren't you afraid that He Zhisheng will know when you talk about others like this? "

One of Bu Guangfeng's disciples said: "So what if he knows? If he made a mistake, he should admit it. Can he be exempted just because he is Chengying's disciple? Why don't others say it?"

The choking disciple Weihui was a violent tempered person, he drew his sword on the spot: "Can you try to say something again?"

Not to be outdone, Bu Guangfeng said, "Just try it, I'm afraid you won't succeed?!"

The two wanted to fight on the spot, and the rest of them came up to fight: "Okay, okay. We are all from the same school, why is this so." "Brother Xu, put your sword away and lose your temper, what do you look like!" "Hey, You think I'm deaf, who are you scolding?"

"I scold you! What the hell!"

"Obsessed!"

Chaos broke out all of a sudden. They were all young men with fresh blood. The fight couldn't be stopped at the beginning. A dozen people shouted and beat each other with all their strength. In the chaos, they didn't know whether their fists hit each other. People are rolling more and more.

Zhang Qingyang has been distracted since he came back, the environment is too noisy, he can't go on.Looking around, he didn't see He Zhisheng appearing in such chaos in the camp, so he couldn't help but shouted in confusion: "He Zhisheng."

A female disciple replied: "Senior Brother He seems to have gone to discuss things with people from the government." It was only when he was not around that everyone dared to discuss things like this.

The people in the brawl have already started to use the magic weapon, and the place of the battle has been rolled from the camp to the outside of the camp.Jian Shi scolded him: "What are you still doing in a daze! You don't know if He Zhisheng is not here!"

Zhang Qingyang didn't want to get involved, so he had no choice but to raise the wooden sword, and the sound of the sword pierced the air, making people's ears hurt: "You are so noisy."

The fighters stopped panting, and looked at each other fiercely, as if they could eat people.

"Don't lose your temper, let others see you ashamed." Zhang Qingyang didn't say anything, but in the eyes of others, he was extremely bored and was about to violently beat others. They each took away the magic weapon and talisman, and returned to the camp angrily. Meditate and practice, live in peace.

Zhang Qingyang lost his mind again.

I don't know when Ming Huang's elite troops will arrive.

I don't know how Wang Chaosheng is doing now.

Has he had a hard time these past few years?

Will he enter Chonglingzong again?

Zhang Qingyang found himself thinking about things, and he used to just be in a daze.

He couldn't tell whether this change was good or bad, he just felt very at a loss.

As the night of the storm passed, He Zhisheng conveyed the news that Ming Huang's troops will arrive tomorrow, and troops from all sides are also getting in place one after another, so there is no rush.

Hearing this news, I don't know how many people secretly sneered.

Zhang Qingyang was too idle, took out all the spirit stones from the ancient bracelet, formed a circle, and sat inside to absorb the spiritual energy of the spirit stones. It felt too uncomfortable to be in the desert of the spirit sea all the time.

It was also in this extreme environment that Zhang Qingyang understood why Chun Guanlan said that he would not be able to enter Yuanying within 20 years.The aura of tens of thousands of spirit stones, immersed in the spiritual sea, did not even stir up a small wave. To advance to the Nascent Soul, I don't know how many years of aura it will take to accumulate.

The aura of tens of thousands of spirit stones was exhausted, and Zhang Qingyang became a pauper again.It was too free, so he pinched the remains of the spirit stone to play.

After the spirit stone loses its aura, its texture becomes crunchy, and it's fun to pinch it.

When he crushed more than 2000 pieces of spirit stone remains, a gust of spirit wind blew from the distant horizon, and swept him smoothly against the ground.

The barren spiritual veins in the Linghai desert would not blow such a wide range of spiritual wind. Zhang Qingyang was alert and looked towards the horizon.

There are three black dots on the horizon.

Getting closer and closer, the spiritual wind that blows is like a burst.Those three black dots slowly revealed their true appearance, they were only the size of rice grains from a distance, but in fact they were as majestic as mountains flying in the sky, compared with which Lingfeizhou paled in comparison.

Yongzhou's largest flying magic weapon, Hongling's sky-walking battleship.Hong Ling built a total of five ships, and now he dispatched three ships in one go!

The Xingtian battleship flew over the Fuzong camp, casting a huge shadow, as if the sun and the moon were turning upside down, and the air became cooler for a while.

Ming Huang in military uniform flew down from the battleship, followed by several heavily armored soldiers, striding over, clasped his fists and said: "Everyone has worked hard guarding the frontier, please hurry up and board the ship."

Everyone hurriedly flew onto the battleship, and they couldn't help being amazed as soon as they got on the deck. The deck was astonishingly spacious, almost as big as two martial arts arenas.The ship building is twelve stories high, and the height of the battleship itself is almost comparable to the 72-story Rong Hai Building.The black-armored soldiers standing guard did not look sideways at their arrival, and the evil spirit all over their bodies was even more frightening.

Zhang Qingyang took a look, strolled around, and soon lost interest.Standing on the side of the boat and watching the unchanging scenery of the wilderness continue to recede, I thought to myself that Ming Huang's military uniform was pretty, but his temperament was different.

"Zhang Qingyang."

Knowing that it was Ming Huang, Zhang Qingyang was a little happy and said, "You're here."

"Seeing that you are in good spirits, I thought you would be unconscious with bandages all over your body." Ming Huang teased.

"I'm not that weak." The corners of Zhang Qingyang's mouth curved down, looking unhappy, Ming Huang said with a smile: "Well, how about we find a place to compare with the last one?"

"No comparison." Zhang Qingyang immediately said, "You have more magical artifacts than me."

"Then I don't need a magic weapon, I just fight you with a sword."

Zhang Qingyang insisted: "What if I hurt you."

"The competition between monks has nothing to do with status. Besides, injuries are commonplace for monks. Back then, Huo Xing and I fought every day..." He stopped suddenly, "Hey, it's all over."

"Wang Chaosheng is still alive, do you know?"

"know."

Ming Huang's expression became serious: "Wang Chaosheng was taken captive by the evil cultivator, and he actually ended up in the hands of the Wanqi family. I don't know if the Wanqi family colluded with the evil cultivator."

"After seeing Wang Chaosheng, don't you know everything?" Zhang Qingyang said softly.

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