Because of their special skills, the Tong brothers escaped completely. This was not the first time in their experience. Even the old swordsmen in Shizhu didn't rush to surround them.
On the road, they say they are second, but no one dares to say they are first.
No matter how fierce the fight is behind them, once they run away, they will never look back, because one look will lead to a second look, until curiosity traps them.
But they also have their own principles. They can not fight or run away, but at least they have to spread the news, right? If reinforcements can be brought in, the situation is still uncertain. What about the hundred and thirty golden elixirs?
The pig demon also needs to be killed for a while, right?
Daitao is a small country, a real small country, not as big as the state capital of a big country, but after all, it has its own orthodoxy, and there are two Yuanying real people. If nothing else, as long as these two great gods are moved out, what else can't be done?
What's the solution?
It only took half an hour for the two of them to arrive at the Dai Tao Mountain Gate. The alarm bell rang, the boat turned around, and the bone-setting monks gathered quickly. In front of the two Tong brothers, stood three monks, none other than Dai Tao.
Two real people, Zhenren Sun and Zhenren Wang.
There is also a personable Jindan monk, who is the disseminator of Dutian Taoism, Miao Renlong.
"Are you sure you are a sword cultivator?" Master Sun warned.
"I'm sure, the sword light is everywhere and the sword whistle is deafening. There's no way it's fake." Tong Ziji is very sure. People will come to kill them in a big way. Once the battle starts, nothing can be hidden.
"how many people?"
"Sixty or seventy, right? They are very bold, and their strength is not low." The boy machine's judgment was still very accurate. Although he ran fast, his consciousness spilled out, and he made a guess.
"No other orthodoxy?" Wang Zhenren was very careful.
"Probably not, at least not before I leave."
Master Wang smiled coldly, "That's all the power of the prairie sword cultivators. They warned us months ago and asked our people to withdraw from Shuanggouji. I didn't expect these prairie barbarians to be so bold and dare to do this."
We need to take action, senior brother, we need to teach them a lesson, this trend cannot last forever."
The two of them were actually dissatisfied with what Miao Renlong did in private. Without him, in the situation on the mainland, everyone wanted to get through this transition period safely, so what was the point of provoking those prairie barbarians for nothing?
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But after everything has been done, it is impossible to just swallow this breath, because it is difficult to say whether Shuanggouji itself belongs to the grassland or Dai Tao. From a historical perspective, it can be regarded as the territory of Dai Tao.
Just because it is a grassland, does it belong to the grassland people?
This evil trend cannot be tolerated. This is the consensus of the two real people. Looking at Miao Renlong,
"Little friend, what do you think?"
Miao Renlong didn't care too much, "We have already heard the power of the prairie sword vein very clearly. Since they are looking for death, it's better to go with the flow. In this way, I will bring some people over to take a look. Maybe the battle will be over when we arrive."
It’s over, and the grassland people have returned home in defeat?”
Sun Zhenren waved his hand, "Don't be careless. It's okay to teach these grassland people a lesson in Shuanggou. The righteousness is mine, but you can't go deep into the grassland. It will change the nature. At least not this time."
Junior Brother Wang, would you like to go there with them? Bringing dozens of Jindan disciples can be regarded as a way to see the world."
The attitude of the Tong brothers successfully confused them. Of course, the strength of Prairie Sword Cultivator for two thousand years also determines their status in the world of Splendid Cultivation. Their strength is average and their number is still small.
Dai Tao's country was not big, and there were about a hundred Jindan monks. With two real people in charge, they naturally looked down on these prairie barbarians, thinking that this was another way of doing things that prairie people were accustomed to.
Wang Zhenren said, "Prairie people think they are smart and pretend to be frizzy. They are always eager to show off their arms and blow wings to others, showing a fearless attitude, thinking that they can scare away other forces.
Peeping?
In fact, the reason why the grassland can remain in this state until now is just because of the fear and compromise between the surrounding major forces. No one dares to reach out, and no one can reach out. Everyone would rather keep the grassland as it is than allow one family to swallow the grassland and sit there.
Great, it's that simple.
It's the same this time. They think that by showing off their unruliness and showing off their arms, they can scare others away. I think they are fooled by lard and have made the wrong idea."
Wang Zhenren and Miao Renlong led forty or fifty Jindan to rush to Shuanggouji. They did not even go at full speed, as if they were watching a game with a predetermined outcome. This was not considered careless, these criminal cultivators
Since surrendering to Jinxiu, I have fought many battles with indigenous monks, and the gap is very obvious. As for the four or fifty golden elixirs from Zhenggumen and the four or fifty criminal cultivators, they are far inferior, not to mention Shuanggouji.
There are a hundred and thirty prisoners practicing.
Their coming here is not so much to support, but to express moral agreement, it is just a march.
The Tong brothers followed in the queue without any embarrassment at all, as if they were heroes who had come out to report the news and were now going back to show off their power.
Of course, privately, they still felt that the prairie sword cultivators should not be too inexperienced. It would be best if the fighting was still going on when they left, so that the value of their reporting could be better reflected.
During the flight, the boy felt something was wrong again, "Brother, why do I feel that those souls are starting to stir again?"
Tongziji shook his head. He was also puzzled. What happened in this short period of time was very strange. There was something vaguely wrong, but the souls could not speak and would not tell him the specific reason.
"It shouldn't be right? After all, we have the real Yuanying here, what else can happen?"
After all, the two brothers' bodies were very honest. They slowly started to lead the way, fell into the middle of the team, and then landed at the end of the team without showing off... No one paid much attention to them.
While they were marching, the leader Wang Zhenren suddenly frowned and said, "There is murderous intent!"
Miao Renlong also felt something, but he frowned not because there was murderous intent in front of him, but because there were two people deserting behind him.
We can't have these two guys anymore. They hide their heads when things happen and have no integrity at all. They have brought the anchor chain monk's face to shame.
As the core golden elixir monk of the Eight Stars of the Anchor Chain, he has no doubt about the superiority of the Anchor Chain Taoism over Jinxiu. This is not arrogance, but a judgment based on strength.
But Wang Zhenren is not as self-confident as him. As a veteran Zhenren who has been in Jinxiu for a long time, he knows very well how many undercurrents are surging under the surface calmness of Jinxiu.
With a straight look on his face, he said, "Set up your formation and prepare to fight!"
At the same time, he let out his breath, and the breath that belonged to Nascent Soul was clearly revealed. He was inviting, inviting potentially powerful beings in the opponent's camp to come out and talk.
