When Wen Zhong said "Uncle", Xiao Ziyu was a little embarrassed. Originally, the two of them were called Taoist brothers, or even senior brothers.
In the end, Xiao Ziyu was a generation older than Wen Zhong.
"Brother Taoist, you should call me fellow Taoist! Uncle, I'm not used to this." Xiao Ziyu said with a smile: "A few days ago, I was in retreat, and I didn't receive the message you sent me immediately.
So I’m sorry.”
"Brother Taoist, I would be very grateful to Wen Zhong for coming." Wen Zhong no longer regarded Xiao Ziyu as a general of Shang Tang.
To be honest, he was not sure about inviting Xiao Ziyu to come.
But now that Xiao Ziyu came, he also felt happy.
"Let's go, I'll take you in. Now in the camp, there is another disciple of our Jiejiao, who is also my uncle, Taoist brother, your senior brother."
Wen Zhong pulled Xiao Ziyu into the camp.
Later, Xiao Ziyu also met Zhao Gongming. It was the first time for the two of them to meet each other. Although Xiao Ziyu worshiped Master Tongtian as his teacher, he had met almost no other disciples of Jiejiao.
Just a Golden Spirit Holy Mother.
"You are the new apprentice that the teacher has accepted in recent years, not bad!"
Zhao Gongming looked at Xiao Ziyu with a smile on his face and gave a gentle compliment. He could see that although Xiao Ziyu's cultivation level was not high, it was only at the peak of the Golden Immortal, but his level was not low.
And he could see that Xiao Ziyu was just an ordinary human heel, but he was much worse than their innate heels.
In this way, to be able to achieve such a level of cultivation and such a state is already very great.
"Senior brother, you have praised me. Compared to you, senior brother, I am still far behind." Xiao Ziyu was also modest, although he knew that it would not take long for him to surpass the opponent, and his future was far from
These people can be compared.
But sometimes, when you should be humble, you still have to be humble.
Xiao Ziyu's modesty made Zhao Gongming even more happy, and the two began to communicate, not only about their cultivation experiences, but also about each other's Tao.
Both of them have reached the realm of Da Luo, especially Zhao Gongming, who has three flowers. Although the sky is not full of flowers and golden lotuses are flowing from the ground when discussing Taoism, he still has a lot of momentum.
Of course, the discussion between the two also made Wen Zhong extremely happy, because he could gain a lot from it.
Now his cultivation has reached the peak of Xuanxian. In just ten years, he has also made great progress.
"Haha! I didn't expect that, little junior brother, your understanding of Tao is so profound. You are no less than a brother!"
After some discussion, Zhao Gongming was also beaming with joy. He seemed to have gained a lot, and Xiao Ziyu had experienced so much time.
After opening up the inner world, he has made a lot of progress on his own path. Now his realm is no worse than Zhao Gongming.
In addition, he has experienced many worlds and gained many different cultivation experiences, so his understanding of cultivation is very broad and still very thin.
His understanding really surprised Zhao Gongming again and again.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, Wen Zhong remembered the trumpet in his camp, and Xiao Ziyu saw that it was Xiqi who had launched the attack.
If the interference of the monks was removed and it was really just relying on soldiers, it would be almost impossible for Xiqi to defeat the current Shangtang.
The army under Wen Zhong was much stronger than Xiqi's. Whether it was the time it took to form the army or the battle conditions it experienced, it was much stronger than Xiqi's.
However, it is a pity that this is not a historical plane, but a mythical world. Only with the support of the monks can Xiqi finally win.
After several attacks were calmly repelled by Commander Wen Zhong, Xiqi began to act rogue. He directly let Nezha and Yang Jian take action, but instead hunted down the commander of the army, a general-level figure.
Once these middle-level officers in the army are killed, it will have a great impact on morale, and it will also have a great impact on the command of the army.
Wen Zhong was also extremely angry about this. It was a pity that he didn't have many trump cards to use now. There were some monks in his army, but they were all not immortals. They were much worse than the third-generation disciples like Yang Jian who taught.
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Going up there will also lead to death.
"It's simply too much!" Wen Zhong was furious when he saw Yang Jian and the others' actions, and took action directly. His cultivation had reached the peak of Xuanxian, and he could fight with Yang Jian and others.
But after all, he was just one person. There were many more disciples of the third generation of Chanjiao than him. In the end of the fight, these people actually bullied the few with more.
For this reason, Xiao Ziyu couldn't stand it anymore.
Holding a halberd in one hand, he rushed towards Yang Jian. Among these people, Yang Jian was the only one who could catch his eye. Xiao Ziyu didn't care about the other three generations of disciples either.
Clang!
With one halberd, Yang Jian was repelled.
"Who are you?"
The power coming from the weapon in his hand shocked Yang Jian. He was practicing **Xuan Gong, and his strength was almost unstoppable.
Every blow can be as powerful as a million blows, but the person in front of him can actually suppress him in terms of strength. How can he not be shocked?
He clearly felt that the person opposite did not use any magic power, just pure physical power.
"Jie teach Xiao Ziyu!"
Xiao Ziyu said calmly.
"Well! You are the disciple that Saint Tongtian recently accepted."
A flash of light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes. The news that Xiao Ziyu was accepted as a disciple by the leader of Tongtian Cult might not be known to those at the lower level, but how could they, who are the third generation direct disciples of the teaching like Yang Jian and others, not know about it.
It's just that they have never met Xiao Ziyu, and they don't know who he is.
Now that he saw it here, Yang Jian's heart moved slightly. He was worthy of being accepted as a disciple by Saint Tongtian. His physical strength was extraordinary, and the key point was that at this moment, he could not clearly see this person's cultivation level.
But the more this happens, the fighting spirit in Yang Jian's heart becomes higher and higher. Even if he faces a powerful enemy, he is not afraid. He, Yang Jian, is a man who fights in heaven and on earth. The stronger the enemy, the more excited he becomes.
"kill!"
Then he didn't hesitate, just roared, held a three-pointed two-edged knife, and killed Xiao Ziyu.
"Haha! Not bad for courage."
Seeing the fighting spirit radiating from Yang Jian's body, Xiao Ziyu smiled slightly and didn't really care. The gap between the two sides could not be shortened by the other party's fighting spirit.
However, he saw that there was not much danger on Wen Zhong's side, so he came up with the idea of playing with Yang Jian.
He did not use other magic powers or spiritual treasures, but directly used his martial arts.
With the halberd in hand, Xiao Ziyu exuded the aura of a peerless warrior, and his fiery fighting spirit shot straight to the sky. He was much stronger than Yang Jian.