When Yang Jian saw another Liu Qiao manifested, his body and spirit were intact, he was delighted and confused and asked: "Is it true that there are thirty-six changes?"

Thirty-six, like seventy-two, also refers to an imaginary number, and actually it can also refer to an infinite number.

Especially in Taoism, the number thirty-six has a higher status than seventy-two.

So, can Liu Qiao's number of transformations be more sublime than his own seventy-two transformations?

Xu Shi saw that Yang Jian was puzzled, so Liu Qiao (incarnation) said nonsense: "The Taoist friend's seventy-two transformations are fickle, delicate and agile. The thirty-six transformations of the poor Taoist can only become big and clumsy."

"I see..." Yang Jian nodded blankly.

But he thought in his heart: "This shouldn't be the case. Master said that the art of transformation cannot be learned by ordinary people who are pregnant with essence and blood. Could it be that Brother Liu Dao is actually a different species, or a natural elf..."

Yang Jian's heart was a little confused and confused. This is unscientific!

Liu Qiao turned to look at Grand Master Wen who was also stunned and almost torn off his beard, and teased: "Grand Master, do you want to try a few more whippings?"

"Impossible, impossible. If there is such a method, it must be a trick of yours!" Master Wen said with disbelief on his face.

He has beaten people into powder and can still be resurrected in the same place. Who would believe it?

Are you the leader of the cult? You are immortal and can be resurrected on the same spot with full blood!

"Hey! Give me another whip!" Wen Zhong's face was shocked, but his hands didn't stop.

With lightning speed, he was struck with another whip.

"Bang..." Blood and flesh splattered on the ground, bones and dregs, and clothes were instantly smashed to pieces by the force of gravity and turned into minced meat.

"Poof..." Under the extremely strong gravity, all flesh, flesh, bones, and clothes were turned into powder and annihilated in flying ashes in an instant.

"Hahaha... what you did just now was just a blind trick. This time I see you disappear into ashes with my own eyes..." Grand Master Wen stroked his beard and laughed.

Yang Jian frowned and said nothing, and he too was still in a confused and confused state.

In the fighting formation in the distance, Liu Qiao's true body escaped, lurking in the golden aura of killing. Hearing this, he chuckled in his heart: "Don't you know that what you can deceive yourself is what you see in front of you!"

As soon as I thought about it, thousands of feet away, in the pit, the incarnation that had been annihilated was surging with light, and the clouds covered it.

With a sip of magic power from Liu Qiao, in a flash of light, he transformed into a body again, simulating flesh and blood, and all the clothes, robes, beards and hair were born.

"This!" Wen Taishi's laughter stopped abruptly.

There was another Liu Qiao in front of him, still looking the same as before, with his big sleeves flying and his hemp shoes and silk ribbon intact.

"What's up? How much magic power does Grand Master still have? Let's use them all!" Liu Qiao (incarnation) asked, still with the same smiling face that said he wanted to be beaten.

"Impossible, there is absolutely no such truth!" Hearing that the Grand Master was shocked and frightened.

This ability of immortality and rebirth at any time surprised Grand Master Wen even more than Yang Jian's invulnerability to swords and guns.

The more he thought about it, the more he became terrified. Wen Zhong didn't dare to think any more. The look in Liu Qiao's eyes was like seeing a "devil".

He quickly patted Mo Qilin, pulled the golden whip backwards, turned around and left, while giving an order: "Retreat the troops! Ming Jin, retreat the troops!"

In the distance, Deng, Zhang, Xin, Tao and other generals were all puzzled, but after hearing the order from the Grand Master, they did not dare to disobey and led their troops to retreat.

"Haha... I want to leave!"

"Kill me!"

Wu Ji, Nangong Shi, Huang Feihu and others were complacent and refused to spare others. They each urged their mounts and led their troops to chase the Grand Master's troops.

Liu Qiaohui and Yang Jian caught up and stopped him quickly: "Don't chase, hurry up and withdraw your troops!"

But it was too late.

"Hmph, I'll spare you the chance of waiting for your life, but you still dare to chase me!" Tao Rong, who was running, sneered, turned around, stopped his horse, and took out a small two-foot flag from his sleeve.

He chanted the mantra and waved the flag a few times. Suddenly, several lines of black air appeared on the Sunda ground and turned into tornadoes, thousands of feet high.

In an instant, sand and rocks were flying, dust was rising from the earth, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and all Xiqi's troops were beaten like wind and clouds, and they abandoned their flags and drums.

The officers and soldiers of the three armies had crooked helmets and could not distinguish between east, west, north and south, and were defeated one after another.

"Good wind! Good wind!"

Liu Qiao and Yang Jian screamed repeatedly, unable to open their eyes, their whole bodies were sore from being hit by sand and stones, and they stared in confusion, not knowing what to do.

This wind was really strange. With their magical powers, they could not stand still in this wind. They could not tell the difference between east, west, north and south. The sky was full of wind and sand swirling wildly.

But see:

For a moment, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and for a while, fog and clouds appeared. At first, the dust and sand were swirling, and then the rocks and bricks rolled over.

In the shadow of the black wind, the three armies were scurrying about. In the mist, all the generals were busy. Those who knew how to use martial arts were confused with their swords and guns, and those who could write were confused and panicked.

"Wuji, withdraw your troops quickly!" Liu Qiao said, regardless of whether Wuji could hear him clearly or not, he swayed and turned into a rainbow and left.

Yang Jian staggered against the wind for three or five seconds. When he saw Liu Qiao leaving, he couldn't resist it, so he turned into a gust of wind and floated back to Xiqi with the wind.

Once these two men left, the remaining soldiers suffered a lot.

Deng, Zhang, Xin and Tao took the opportunity to counterattack and show off their abilities.

Although Wuji was in a hurry, he still remembered his senior brother's instructions and stopped fighting. He only raised the central army's banner, gathered his troops and horses, and escaped one by one to Xiqi City.

He learned the Six Tao skills and learned them from Jiang Shang. He also transferred his flags, divided his troops and generals, and went to Nangong to lead five battalions of troops to cut off the rear.

Huang Feihu, Huang Feibiao, Zhou Ji and others were ordered to lead cavalry to harass and delay the pursuers.

There was a way to retreat temporarily, but with all the divine winds stirring, casualties were inevitable, but in the end they were not completely defeated.

Wen Taishi said: "Who is the general waving the flag? Xiqi is indeed full of talents, and this man is handsome!"

"I'm going to behead him!" Zhang Jie, with a blue face and long beard, and his beard and hair spread out, said as he rode out.

"No need, a small victory will be enough. Let's withdraw our troops and return to the camp..." Master Wen was still a little flustered and had no intention of fighting anymore, waving his hands and saying.

Counterattack for a while to win a small victory, then stop when you are good, otherwise Liu Qiao, Yang Jian and others will have to intervene again. It is difficult to say who will win and who will lose.

"It's harmful to take advantage of victory and not pursue it like this!"

Deng, Zhang, Xin, and Tao were all murderous, but they had no choice but to listen to the Taishi's order. They had no choice but to stamp their feet and turn around, ordering all the troops to withdraw their troops.

In this battle, the soldiers of the imperial court were brave and should not be underestimated. Later generations have words to prove it:

Taishi's golden whip dragon swings its tail, Deng Zhong's ax is as broad as a wheel, his fleshy rings and wings are rare in the world, and Zhang Jie's gun is known to few people in the world.

This was when the saints of the Lei tribe were so violent that all the Xiqi generals fled for their lives, abandoning their drums and gongs and throwing them all over the ground, leaving corpses lying all over the place.

The tens of thousands of merchant troops on the field slowly receded like a tide. Tai Shi and the four generals returned to camp victoriously.

After the tent was raised, Ji Li and other generals who stayed behind came to congratulate him: "The success of the Grand Master's first battle has frustrated Xiqi's sharpness, and it is only a matter of days before we can break the city!"

Thinking of Liu Qiao and Yang Jian's methods, Master Wen shook his head and said nothing, his thoughts surging in his heart.

In Xiqi Prime Minister's Mansion, it was another gloomy day, with wailing all over the place.

Among the three brothers of the Li family, except Jin Zha who escaped unharmed, Nezha and Mu Zha were all injured.

Han Dulong, Xue Ehu, and everyone, including Jiang Shang, were all whipped.

It can be said that everyone was injured, but fortunately, Xue Eihu had a gourd elixir on his body and applied it to everyone, saving their lives from fear.

Even so, everyone's face was pale, and they sat or walked around looking gloomy.

It can be said that the old master gave all the immortals and generals of Xiqi a good beating this time.

Jiang Shang applied the elixir and was now able to sit on the board of directors. Seeing Liu Qiao and others coming back, he hurriedly asked: "It's good that you are all right. Can the army be recovered?"

Wu Ji walked in and said: "Don't worry, Master, there are a hundred thousand soldiers, many are injured, three to five thousand are dead, and the rest are back."

Huang Tianhua's face turned pale, he leaned on the couch and asked, "Junior Brother Wu, where is my father?"

"King Wu Cheng is fine. He has also killed several enemy soldiers. Now he is setting up his troops." Wu Ji reassured Huang Tianhua.

After a while, all the generals and the Immortal family gathered in the Prime Minister's Mansion again. Jiang Shang sat at the head of the table and said sadly: "Today, all the generals were injured. The Li brothers, Han Dulong and others were all flogged by Grand Master Wen."

Yang Jian said at the side: "Prime Minister, let's rest for a day or two before going to fight again. We will definitely win Wen Zhong. If we win, we will take advantage of the situation and rob the camp. The force behind us will be like a broken bamboo. Wen Zhong can be captured."

Jiang Shang shook his head and smiled bitterly. How could it be so easy to capture Wen Zhong? Knowing that Yang Jian was trying to comfort him, he nodded and said: "Very good, that's it."

Suddenly, Jiang Shang turned his head again, looked at Liu Qiao, who had been silent, and asked: "My disciple is sitting firmly under the stage with an unpredictable expression. Do you have any clever ideas for me?"

"I don't dare. If my disciple has any clever ideas, the Prime Minister will decide..." Liu Qiao shook his head hurriedly.

When participating in military exercises and discussing matters, Liu Qiao and others all called Jiang Shang prime minister to show formality.

Huang Feihu, Nangong Shi and others bowed and said: "The military advisor must have a clever plan, please tell me!"

Nezha and others said: "Senior Brother Liu, we are all our own people. If you have any plans, tell me without any cover-up!"

Seeing Liu Qiao's confident face, Jiang Shang stepped down from the stage and asked, "If you have any ideas for me, just tell me."

Liu Qiao did have some strategies, but because Jiang Shang and others were superior to him in military strategy, it was difficult to tell them.

At this time, seeing everyone asking, Liu Qiao said: "Hearing that the Grand Master came with an army of 300,000 men and defeated his troops, he naturally retreated."

"Oh? How to defeat his troops?"

"Today we have an apparent draw, but in fact we are defeated. I think we might choose elite soldiers to attack the camp at night. The grand master and others will be arrogant and arrogant in victory, so they will not be prepared..."

Liu Qiao recounted a little bit of the TV plot of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" that he watched in his previous life.
To be continued...