There were seven people present, with varying levels of cultivation and strength.
High, Han Xiao from the Han family of the Daning Dynasty in Central China, and Song Jun from the Song family of the Daqian Dynasty were both top masters at the thirteenth level of martial arts.
Going lower, there are Li Jie, the leader of Longmen Sect in Dongjiang River, Lin Ying, the leader of Wutian Peak, Zhuo Zui, the leader of Huanglei Sect, and Chen Mengyang, the leader of the Chen Family in Chendi.
All four of them were the vanguard troops of Chang'an City when they first marched into Central China.
Nowadays, all four companies have occupied a place in Middle-earth.
Although they are not as powerful as the Long family, others do not dare to ignore them. After all, they are the first force to join Chang'an City and start their own business.
A little further up, there is a woman, but it is Lou Yu, the eldest princess of the Yin Dynasty.
She is here on behalf of her eldest brother, who is in the thirteenth realm with Han Xiao and Song Bai, King Yin Lou Ning.
These seven families are all established in martial arts.
The light group that floated in front of them was also related to martial arts, and it was seven fruits.
The fruit is called Shiyang Fruit, which is produced by the Shiyang Tree. It is a great tonic for the physical Qi and blood of warriors.
Zhang Dongyun took advantage of the previous temporary expansion opportunity to sweep away all valuable things.
For him, a rare Ten Yang Tree can be regarded as the biggest gain.
He practices martial arts himself, and the Ten Yang Fruits can play a role.
Once the fruit trees are in his hands, he can naturally transplant them at will, and there is no problem with the quantity.
For subordinates, it can also be used as a reward.
"Each of you can bring the seedlings back and plant them. After the Shiyang tree has grown, you can pick it yourself."
City Lord Zhang rushed to the people below and ordered.
When everyone heard this, they were overjoyed and saluted Zhang Dongyun to thank him.
Allow them to plant and harvest more in the future, which is naturally better than eating this one directly.
In this way, having a precious tree in your home can benefit your children and grandchildren for generations to come.
In the future, your own development will have an extra layer of protection and you will have more opportunities than others.
For Li Jie, Lin Ying, Zhuo Zui, Chen Mengyang and others, it makes them even more happy.
Compared with the original big forces in Middle-earth, their respective factions seem to have shallow foundations.
But planting a Shiyang fruit tree can help them catch up in the future.
As long as they are given enough time, they can really establish a foothold in Middle-earth.
Everyone thanked Zhang Dongyun one after another, then retreated and returned to China.
Zhang Dongyun clapped his hands and stood up.
He rewarded his officials generously. The rewards were all treasures that would help him practice.
I hope these people can improve their cultivation strength as soon as possible. In this way, there will be more available people in Chang'an City.
Of course? There are many people who don’t get rewards.
For example, Shushan Sect, Bodhi Temple, etc.
There is also a group of demons over there in the southern wilderness.
Although they have surrendered, they have not made any achievements yet? Zhang Dongyun naturally will not give them preferential treatment first.
There are certain rewards and punishments, and rules must be established first.
Giving rewards to people who have already made meritorious deeds? It can also encourage people who have made meritorious deeds to work harder next time.
Zhang Dongyun walked away from what he was doing and arrived at the center of the hall, temporarily forgetting all these things.
He stood still and then made a fist stance.
The aura that determined the world suddenly spread in all directions.
Generally speaking, the higher the path of spiritual practice, the more difficult it is.
As a result, progress becomes slower.
In less than three years, Zhang Dongyun has gone from having no foundation to reaching the eleventh realm. For this world, it is beyond the imagination of many people.
However, now at the eleventh level? If you want to continue to advance by leaps and bounds, the difficulty has doubled.
Fortunately, the existence time of Invincible City has been greatly extended now. The time to call City Lord Zhang is not so urgent.
But for Zhang Dongyun, he has to warn himself never to relax.
After Panlongyan, he had the help of Shiyang Fruit, which gave him an extra boost of motivation.
But if you want to keep moving forward? You still need a lot of time and energy.
City Lord Zhang must hurry up.
Now that Zhongtu has settled down, there are many things to do, but he still takes time to focus on his own practice.
Other than that, it’s about preparing for the next goal.
Western Region.
One day, Zhang Dongyun was practicing boxing, and suddenly his heart moved slightly.
He casually touched it in the air, and a light and shadow image appeared in the air in the hall.
What is shown is the scene witnessed by Cang Hui, the leader of the Youhuai clan in the far Western Region.
When this Sophora japonica was planted in the Western Regions, Zhang Dongyun naturally left a mark on the other party.
Through the talisman on Cang Hui's body, Zhang Dongyun could see two figures approaching and coming to the towering tree.
An old monk and a middle-aged man.
The former is like rain falling, full of compassion.
The latter seemed to come from hell, filled with chills.
The two of them came here together, making the world seem to be divided into two halves.
One side is full of life, the other side is cold and dead.
"Dabei Temple and Prison Dragon Sect...Huaiyong Jiefeng."
Zhang Dongyun understood clearly after seeing this.
He had previously arrested many disciples of the Great Compassion Temple and the Prison Dragon Sect, and he was very familiar with the respective Buddhist and martial arts inheritances of these two schools.
During this period of preparation for the Western Region strategy, Abbot Huaiyong of the Dabei Temple and Jie Feng, the leader of the Prison Dragon Sect, were unavoidable targets.
Now it seems that while I am thinking about them, the other party is not idle either.
A monk and a layman arrived in front of the ancient locust tree that blocked the sky and the sun. Jie Feng said nothing, while Abbot Huaiyong clasped his palms together: "May I ask if the donor is Cang Hui, the leader of the Youhuai clan in the Southern Wilderness?"
The huge locust tree branches and leaves swayed, and Cang Hui's voice came out: "I am Cang Hui, what do you call me, Master?"
"The poor monk Huaiyong comes from Dabei Temple." Abbot Huaiyong replied.
He then introduced the middle-aged man next to Cang Hui: "This is the leader of the Prison Dragon Sect and the benefactor of Jie Feng."
You Huai made a voice: "Although I live in the southern wilderness, I have heard that there is a master of the 14th realm who practices martial arts in the Western Region. He is not as famous as meeting him. Master Jie is really smart."
Jie Feng said calmly: "Clan Chief Cang Hui, you are so polite. It is rare in the world to have a great grass and tree demon with your level."
After the polite greetings, Cang Hui got straight to the point and asked, "What do you want to do when you come here?"
Abbot Huaiyong said: "It's time for us to ask Your Excellency why you came to the Western Regions? What orders were given to Your Excellency in Chang'an City?"
The Western Regions continuously dispatched spies to the Middle-earth and Southern Wilderness.
After one day of temporary expansion, Zhang Dongyun naturally could no longer restrict them.
Therefore, the situation of the Youhuai clan in the Southern Wilderness surrendering to Chang'an has been discovered by the Western Regions.
City Lord Zhang now just hopes not to disturb Du Miao who is out.
Faced with Abbot Huaiyong's question, Cang Hui replied calmly: "Your Majesty has orders, and I will just follow them. I won't ask any questions about the specific reasons."
Abbot Huaiyong said: "The donor has always been at ease in the Southern Wilderness, and the Golden-winged Dapeng has banned you. Now that you are being forced to come here by Chang'an, are you really willing to do so?"
The towering branches and leaves swayed twice: "What exactly do you want to say?"
Abbot Huaiyong said: "To be honest, the poor monk would like to ask the benefactor to join us in fighting Chang'an and the Twelve Yamas. The benefactor's clan is in the southern wilderness. We can use magic to rescue him."
"Monk, do you want to transform me?" Cang Hui's voice sounded unkind.
Abbot Huaiyong looked calm: "The donor's words are serious. The poor monk never meant this. He just invited the donor to become the heavenly protector of our outer sect of Buddhism."
He turned his head and glanced at Xie Feng next to him: "Just like the donor, the donor can do everything freely. How can I force him?"
Cang Hui was silent for a moment.
Upon seeing this, Abbot Huaiyong continued: "The poor monk does not want the benefactor to make an immediate decision. Even if the benefactor decides to join us, it is not necessary to start immediately. The benefactor can continue to lurk in Chang'an and wait until the time is right.
Cooperate with us internally and externally.”
In the Daming Palace in Chang'an City, far away in eastern Xinjiang, Zhang Dongyun smiled slightly.
Cang Hui didn't know about the talisman, and Zhang Dongyun also wanted to see his answer.
On the eastern seaboard of the Western Region, two top experts from the Fourteenth Realm looked at the huge ancient locust tree.
"You don't have to worry about being watched." Xie Feng finally said at this time: "Xie came here with Abbot Huaiyong to prevent anyone from prying around."
The perception abilities of the two Fourteenth Realm masters are naturally terrifying.
Not only can they have a panoramic view of the surrounding areas, but the entire surface of the Eastern Desolate Sea cannot escape their detection.
But because of this, Abbot Huaiyong suddenly sighed softly: "Why must the donor have to die for Chang'an?"
At the same time as he spoke, there was a sudden surge of Buddha's light on the far sea in the east.
A gleaming golden bodhi tree suddenly appeared on the bottom of the sea.
During the entanglement, it turned out to be entangled with a large tree root extending rapidly from the seabed to the east.
It turned out that while Cang Hui was talking to the two of them, he quietly headed east, intending to send a message and contact Chang'an City.
As a great grass demon in the thirteenth realm, his movements are extremely stealthy.
Unfortunately, Abbot Huaiyong's pure land of immeasurable realm spread out and covered all directions, making the surrounding area seem like a Buddhist kingdom.
Cang Hui's private actions were eventually discovered by him.
"Even if I am killed by you here today, under your Majesty's rule, our clan will have a better future."
Now that he has been discovered, Cang Hui simply said: "Besides, it's not that easy for you to kill me."
The huge ancient locust tree shook, and the surrounding earth shook together, like an earthquake.
The area nearly a thousand miles in radius was turbulent, as if there were countless angry dragons tumbling below.
Even the ocean in the distance was roaring and surging at this moment, spreading in all directions.
Threads of dark black light covered the earth, as if Youluo Yuan had reappeared.
Abbot Huaiyong sighed: "Sin, sin..."
He clasped his palms together, and suddenly a Bodhisattva statue appeared in the sky, and then sweet rain fell.
Roads of clear water covered the earth below with black light, immediately dispelling the black light.
However, when the water's light falls on the ancient Youhuai tree itself, it cannot break through the black clouds that have covered the ancient tree.
In the black clouds, countless starlights surged, like a brilliant galaxy, all ending here.
After the great grass demon stands in a position and its roots are firmly established, its strength is indeed extraordinary.
Abbot Huaiyong also sighed: "If only a poor monk came here, it would really take a lot of time to win over the donor."
With this time, reinforcements from Chang'an City will probably arrive.
However, he did not come alone today.
The violent roar of the dragon sounded, and the leader of the Prison Dragon Sect, the "Dragon King" Jie Feng, raised his bare hands with his bare hands, as if he were drawing a sword.
The two Fourteenth Realm powerhouses took action together, and the branches and leaves of the ancient Youhuai tree suddenly rustled, and the wind and rain suddenly swayed.