Cao Xiaowu and Cao Xiaoliu looked at each other with worry on their faces.
"Let's go, the general said, go back to the camp and put on your adapted armor." Gongsun Yangjin said in a low voice, and then led everyone back to the thatched cottage.
Several people gathered around him, and he shook off the storage bag in his hand.
Five two-foot-long iron boxes fell, each with a name on it.
What's this?
Several people took a look and raised their hands to pick up the iron box with their names engraved on it.
"this--"
"hiss--"
Cao Xiaowu shouted softly.
His iron box was heavy and he opened it. Inside was a black battle armor, a folding spear, a long bow, ten long arrows, a short crossbow, and six black crossbow arrows.
There is also a long sword, a short sword, a waist badge, and five small jade bottles, all of which have labels.
Healing elixirs, elixirs that temporarily burst into combat power, elixirs that replenish qi and blood...
"I, I said I was good at spears..." He whispered softly, looking at the folded spear.
Opposite, Cao Xiaoliu, who was good at tomahawks, had a golden-gray long-handled tomahawk in the iron box.
In the iron box Gongsun Yang entered, there were several more jade plates.
"Array disk, communication, positioning, defense, each of these jade disks are probably not cheap." Gongsun Yangjin put away the jade disk, took out the black armor stacked in it, and infused it with immortal energy.
"boom--"
A compelling force came out of the armor, making his eyes widen.
"This, this is a middle-grade spiritual treasure!"
Not only the battle armor, battle spears, long swords, crossbows, and even the short sword that was only a foot long, were all low-grade spiritual treasures.
Although these weapons are not infused with spirituality, each one is an extremely precious spiritual treasure level treasure.
If it is carefully and carefully cultivated, each piece may be transformed into another shape.
Every treasure like this is a treasure that is fought over by all parties on the first floor of Wanhua City.
When all five people put on their armor and held weapons in their hands, they looked at each other and then laughed excitedly.
"Haha, if I wear this outfit, it's worth dying in battle immediately!" Cao Xiaoliu shouted.
Not far away, laughter could be heard from other barracks.
Not to mention this one, just one piece can buy the lives of everyone in their group.
On the first floor of Wanhua City, the lives of immortal cultivators are the least valuable.
"Hurry up and refine it, I can't wait any longer." Gongsun Yangjin shouted, and then his whole body flashed with fairy light.
The other people looked at each other and quickly poured their immortal energy into the weapons in their hands.
With these armors, their combat power will be increased at least a hundred times!
One day later, the melodious horn sounded.
One by one, the cultivators in black armor strode out of the barracks, lowered their heads and clenched their fists and walked to the main campus.
Everyone has fairy light and fighting spirit surging around them, and everyone's eyes are bright.
"Ahem, um, you put away all the armor and weapons first."
"When you go out like this, do you want to complete the mission or attract others to rob you?" Zhao Chen reached out to cover his forehead and spoke helplessly.
One sentence caused the entire campus to burst into laughter.
Everyone hurriedly put the refined armor into the iron boxes carried on their backs.
But even after taking away their armor and weapons, their demeanor was completely different from before.
It has a bit more battle formation momentum.
"It's okay," Yun Duan, who put on a green Taoist robe and tied up her long hair, nodded and said, "Although he is far behind Xuanyang Guard, he still has some foundation."
Huang Zhihu's eyes revealed a bright halo, and he said: "Let's go, practice more opportunities, kill a few more times, and you'll be done."
"It's time to gather the tasks."
After saying that, she took the lead and strode out of Fenglin Village.
Immortal cultivators carrying iron boxes followed in formation.
Three hundred miles ahead, in a mountain valley, thousands of immortal cultivators gathered in a chaotic manner.
There are immortals, demons, demons, and gods here.
Among them, the ones with the strongest cultivation are probably the seven or eight people standing in front of them who are at the peak of Heavenly Immortal Refining.
"The people from Fenglin Village are here." A one-eyed man in his thirties wearing a silver-white gown grinned and said, "I heard that Baishi of Fenglin Village was defeated and a woman was appointed as the leader of the village."
These words made everyone around him laugh out loud.
On the big bluestone, everyone watched as Yun Dan and Huang Zhihu led the team to arrive and stood alone.
"Hey, the new leader of Fenglin Village, come here and let us take a look." A bald man standing on the bluestone laughed and pointed to Baishi who was following Jin Huo: "Master Baishi, I heard that you
Defeated by a bitch?"
"Canglang——"
What answered the big man was the sound of a sword.
Thousands of feet of sword light crossed across, and the sword struck the bluestone.
The coldness coming from the immortal sword directly froze the bluestone.
"boom--"
Ten feet of bluestone exploded into pieces.
The masters of the Heavenly Immortal Void Refining Realm standing on the bluestone didn't even have a chance to resist under this sword, and they directly turned into nothingness.
Kill eight immortals with one sword!
The sword light dissipated, and Huang Zhihu slowly sheathed his sword.
The entire mountain col was in a state of confusion.
The head of the village and the big leader all died so directly?
Immortal cultivators from more than a dozen cottages have gathered here. With this sword attack, all the cottages have become empty villages without their owners?
"Anyone who disrespects me, the leader of Fenglin Village, will be killed without mercy." Huang Zhihu held the long sword and glanced around. There was an ice coldness in his voice. "They will be killed without mercy."
"Kill without mercy!"
Behind her, more than three hundred immortal cultivators from Fenglin Village shouted loudly, their voices rising to the sky.
This momentum caused the immortal cultivators from nearby villages to retreat quickly.
If you don't retreat, you may be accidentally injured.
For a moment, the retreating immortal cultivators bumped into each other, causing chaos.
"Buzz——"
In the void, there was a roaring sound.
A hundred-foot flying boat flew down and hung still a hundred feet above.
"What kind of chaos is this?" A young Taoist priest wearing a sapphire-colored robe stepped forward, frowning, and shouted in a low voice.
As his voice fell, the chaos everywhere slowly subsided.
"They are from the Guyang Gang. They are one of the three major gangs on the first floor."
"This mission was issued by the Guyang Gang, to gather people from the surrounding villages to look at Tianyuan."
"Should we report to Guyang Gang that our village leader was killed by people from Fenglin Village?"
"It's useless, people won't care about it."
The young man from Guyang Gang swept his eyes and landed on Huang Zhihu. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Did you take action just now?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "My swordsmanship is good. I will give you half an hour to restrain everyone here."
After saying that, he moved and turned back to the deck.
"Junior Brother Qi, that sword is very beautiful. You can see the sword light flashing from a hundred miles away." On the deck, a big man wearing light black leather armor grinned and said: "Why, are you thinking of subjugating me?"
"
"I didn't see clearly what happened to this sword just now. I guess I borrowed the power of the sword." The young man known as Junior Brother Qi nodded, his eyes falling on the chaotic mountain col below.
"If she really has the ability to conquer these people, I wouldn't mind taking them for my own use."
What he said was so straightforward that everyone on the deck laughed out loud.
But no one thought there was anything wrong with what he said.
Being favored by the elite disciples of the Guyang Gang is also an opportunity for these casual cultivators.
There was chaos below, and those cultivators also heard the words of the disciples of the Guyang Gang on the Sky Flying Boat. To them, Huang Zhihu had killed the enemy of their gang leader.
"Huh, I won't go with them even if I die," someone shouted.
"Yes, avenge the gang leader."
"Let's go together. There are few people in Fenglin Village."
Someone quietly encouraged.
But no one really dared to come forward.
Huang Zhihu frowned, shook his head and said: "Our cultivation is not very good, our combat power is not good, and we have no loyalty. If we are recruited, our combat power will probably decrease instead of increasing."
Zhao Chen also said: "Yes, it's better to ignore these people and just go."
The people in Fenglin Village have been training for more than ten days, and they have begun to see the effects of the battle formation's convergence.
The more than three hundred immortal cultivators in Fenglin Village are also issued with armor, and each one of them is much stronger than the same level.
For them, recruiting outsiders is a drag.
"Actually, the method used to expand Tianxuan Sword cultivation can also be used." Yun Duan chuckled, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.
"Zhihu, if you want to quickly gain a foothold here for the first time, it's too slow to slowly gather copycats from all over the place."
"The Guyang Gang is a good choice."
Guyang Gang?
Huang Zhihu raised his head and looked at the flying boat in the sky.
This is a good idea.
Use the Guyang Gang as a springboard, and then gain a firm foothold on the first floor.
There are no masters on the first floor, but there are many people.
Each of the three major gangs has millions of cultivators.
If you want to become such a powerful force by gathering together and annexing various copycats, the process is too slow.
"Okay." Huang Zhihu nodded, pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and stepped out.
"Everyone in Fenglin Village obeys the order."
As her voice fell, the immortal cultivators in Fenglin Village who were carrying iron boxes burst out with fighting spirit and shouted: "Here!"
This loud shout made the eyes of the immortal cultivators from the Guyang Gang on the flying boat overhead light up.
"Fenglin Village is quite impressive."
"Not only the momentum, but also the fighting spirit, it is unparalleled by other members of our Guyang Gang."
An old man with gray hair spoke in a low voice.
Upon hearing his words, Junior Brother Qi raised his eyebrows, and the eyes of several young people beside him flashed with light.
It is rare to find a female cultivator who is not weak in swordsmanship.
If you have such an attendant, you will have more dignity wherever you go.
In addition, there is also a team of followers with good training and fighting ability.
The elites of the Guyang Gang who were not prepared to fight for these people were somewhat moved.
"The purpose of this mission is to help select the elites in the lineage. Conquering some masters can be considered one of the missions." A chuckle came from the cabin.
As soon as these words came out, everyone on the deck showed more fighting spirit.
Junior Brother Qi's expression turned darker.
The person who spoke was the elder of the gang who was in charge of this mission.
"Let's see how she rectifies those scattered immortal cultivators." Junior Brother Qi said lightly, looking down.
Everyone on the flying boat looked at it with a bit of curiosity on their faces.
Those scattered immortal cultivators are difficult to control.
"All Fenglin Village disciples each recruit four comrades and serve as their own corps commanders."
"The corps commander gathered the whole team, and each team expanded into a team of 100 people. The commander was appointed as the captain. Half an hour later, the captain came to receive weapons and fighting equipment."
Huang Zhihu's voice spread throughout the col.
Each person from Fenglin Village recruits four people?
Why?
These ordinary immortal cultivators in Fenglin Village don't have very good cultivation and combat capabilities. How can they be the leader of the team?
What other school captain thinks he is an ordinary official and gentry?
All around, those cultivators were waiting and watching, with many of them showing sneers on their faces.
"No!" Bai Shi shouted loudly.
"promise!"
All the immortal cultivators in Fenglin Village shouted loudly.
"Brother Dayang, you will be promoted soon." Cao Xiaowu looked at Gongsun Yangjin in front of him with a smile on his face.
Others laughed too.
Everyone is a corps commander.
"Half an hour, you have to move quickly, don't embarrass Commander Zhihu and General Baishi." Gongsun Yangjin shouted low and glanced around.
"We recruit sword masters, and all of them are sword cultivators. The basic training methods taught to us are also swordsmanship. We have recruited sword cultivators, so we can arrange them easily."
Gongsun Yangjin's words made everyone nod.
"This team is recruiting eighteen immortal cultivators who have reached the realm of Heavenly Lord." Not far away, several people from Fenglin Village were already shouting.
"I want nine places, at least to enter the realm of sainthood." Some people raised their hands and looked around.
It's a pity that apart from laughter and sneers, only a few of the copycat immortal cultivators who were watching were moved.
This made the immortal cultivators in Fenglin Village a little embarrassed.
However, they had expected this kind of scene.
"Buzz——"
There was a soft sound, and Cao Xiaoliu had already held the long-handled battle ax in his palm.
A faint fairy light enveloped him.
Even if he is not wearing the armor, the refined armor can still provide him with protective power.
Lingbao, after being refined, not only has its own strength, but also can enhance cultivation and combat power.
For example, at this time, Cao Xiaoliu, with the help of several spiritual treasures, directly raised his cultivation level to the peak of human immortality, and his combat power was hard to find an opponent at the same level.
It's just that this consumes a lot of money and cannot last long.
enough.
He shouted loudly, flew up, and rushed towards the crowd of waiting cultivators in front of him.
On the long-handled battle ax, a silver flame rose up and turned into a silver violent bear, roaring out.
Lingbao!
The violent bear attacked, and the low-level immortal cultivator turned pale and turned around to run away.
Only those in the saint realm or the heavenly realm dare to resist with Taoist magic and weapons in their hands.
There is a large formation protecting Wanhua City, and although the magic power is weak, it can still be stimulated.
Outside the large formation, most of the power of Taoism will be suppressed, and only the strength of one's own energy, blood and armor are the foundation.
"boom--"
One blow of the battle ax swept away a piece of it.
On the flying boat overhead, the eyes of those Guyang Clan cultivators brightened.
"Although he relies on the power of spiritual treasures, his fighting instincts are not bad."
Someone whispered softly, with a hint of solicitation in his eyes.
"boom--"
Below, a second roar sounded.
Then, one by one the immortal cultivators from Fenglin Village rushed out.
The best way to recruit experts is to choose them yourself!
"Bang——"
The violent bear punched a strong man to the ground, Cao Xiaoliu's battle ax struck down, and he paused in his horrified and desperate eyes.
The tomahawk blade was only half a foot away from his face.
"Are you convinced?" Cao Xiaoliu shouted.
"I've taken it, I've taken it..." The big man, covered in cold sweat, trembled and whispered.
"Follow me to defeat the enemy." Cao Xiaoliu shouted loudly, swung his battle ax and rushed forward.
The big man got up from the ground, took a breath, and quickly followed.
It was a mess below, but the Guyang Gang members standing on the deck were stunned.
Even the elite disciples had faces full of surprise.
Lingbao.
All are spiritual treasures!
The immortal cultivators in Fenglin Village each have a spiritual treasure in their hands!
How can this be?
Even for elite disciples like them, not everyone can have a spiritual treasure in their hands!
In the entire Guyang Gang, are there a thousand people who can hold Lingbao?
There are millions of members in the Guyang Gang, and on average only one of thousands of members has a spiritual treasure.
Is Fenglin Village richer than Guyang Gang?
"I know." On the deck, a white-haired old man stared down with greed in his eyes, "They must have discovered a secret place somewhere!"
Secret place.
Probably.
There are countless inheritances and secrets in the abyss of heaven.
Countless stories of sudden wealth are circulated in Wanhua City.
Those who are lucky may be able to obtain a treasure house directly.
"Looking at it this way, these people from Fenglin Village are more worthy of being conquered." On the deck, a young man wearing a pale white armor turned to look at Junior Brother Qi: "Qi Yuanwu, I'm sorry, I'm Xu from Fenglin Village.
The sun is gone."
"Haha, I, Du Xinshen, am also interested."
"Hmph, even these hundreds of spiritual treasures are worth selling. I, Song Ze, want them."
Everyone on the deck spoke out one after another, and their fighting intentions collided for a while, causing the weather to change.
This made the immortal cultivators fighting below raise their heads in horror.
Huang Zhihu and Yun Dang looked at each other.
As superiors, they are very aware of these little calculations.
"Don't worry, just let them fight." Yun Dang chuckled and looked at the disciples from Fenglin Village who were leading the team back.
Each person gathers four immortal cultivators, and this task is easily accomplished.
In a matter of seconds, the number of immortal cultivators in Fenglin Village grew to more than 1,500 people.
The strong are respected in the world of cultivation, and this is even more true on the first floor of Wanhua City.
My own corps commander has a spiritual treasure in his hand, and he has strong fighting power, so surrendering is not so difficult to accept.
Even those cultivators who were not chosen were particularly envious.
"You guys wait here while I, the captain, go to collect the weapons." A middle-aged man in a black robe coughed lightly and strode forward.
Just now he was a captain, but now he is a captain.
A group of cultivators gathered in front of Huang Zhihu, who turned to look at Zhao Chen.
Zhao Chen shook his head helplessly, raised his hand and threw out a bunch of swords.
The black sword is of excellent quality, but it lacks warmth and spirituality.
These swords are the embryos of the Xuanyang Sword, which are magical treasures.
"One piece for each person, it is also a magic weapon of good quality."
Zhao Chen spoke with some pain.
Swords of this level require long-term maintenance, and now they are useless in his hands.
If he hadn't forgotten to deal with it in Immortal Burial City, he wouldn't have brought it.
"magic weapon!"
"At least it's a mid-grade magic weapon."
The captains all shouted excitedly.
Things that Zhao Chen looked down upon were treasures in their eyes.
These swords are standard and very suitable for formation.
Even if it is not as good as a spiritual treasure, it can be upgraded to a magical treasure after being warmed and nurtured for a long time.
But after a while, there was cheering all around.
Who would have thought that as soon as they surrendered, they would receive a magical sword?
This made those cultivators who chose to escape instead of joining Fenglin Village regret.
Fenglin Village is definitely not the Fenglin Village of the past.
Just with this skill, no copycat can come up with it.
"Okay, you form a formation and follow the flying boat."
In the void, the sound came from the Guyang Gang's flying boat.
The flying boat vibrated and began to move forward.
After the flying boat, streaks of golden light fell.
Huang Zhihu raised his hand and waved, leading all the people from Fenglin Village to line up and be protected by the golden light, and quickly escape.
This faint golden light can resist the power of death, but according to Huang Zhihu's perception, it can only resist the slightest.
Therefore, the immortal cultivators on the first and second floors will not stray far from Wanhua City.
Just around Wanhua City, because of the power of the large formation, the power of death and silence around it will be slightly weaker.
In the mountain col below, those cultivators watched with envy as the flying boat caused the people from Fenglin Village to fly away.
"The sky on the first floor of Wanhua City is probably going to change..."
Someone raised his head and whispered softly.
"Buzz——"
The flying boat rushed out of the formation.
The golden light on Huang Zhihu and others who followed Fei Zhou dimmed, and everyone felt their whole bodies tremble.
The power of death erodes towards the body.
Only when the flying boat dragged them hundreds of miles away did everyone get used to it.
"Buzz——"
There was a roaring sound on the flying boat.
"Get ready to hunt monsters!"
With loud shouts, a member of the Guyang Gang flew out of the flying boat.
From behind, Huang Zhihu turned to look at Yun Dang: "Now is a good opportunity to train troops. We will be on one side."
Yun Duan nodded and led a group of people from Fenglin Village to rush to the left side of the flying boat, while Huang Zhihu led the remaining people to the right side.
Not far away, several monster beasts of different shapes were roaring towards them.
Huang Zhihu drew his sword in his hand and shouted: "Gather your strength in formation!"
The battle formations we practiced before are no longer usable, and forming a formation to gather combat power is the simplest method.
In any case, when seven or eight hundred immortal cultivators stood together and took action together, the momentum was quite good.
"boom--"
Invoking the power of the battle formation, Huang Zhihu slashed out with one sword, and the sword light shone brightly, illuminating the surrounding void.
If an expert takes action, he will know the depth.
Seeing this sword, all the elites of the Guyang Gang flashed in their eyes.
On the top of the flying boat, an old man wearing a green robe and a simple face narrowed his eyes.
"Good swordsmanship, with this level of combat power, at the first level, I'm afraid the plot is big..."
"boom--"
With one sword strike, the bodies of the three strange beasts in front were chopped into pieces.
Several immortal cultivators who were newly admitted to Fenglin Village wanted to collect the scattered spiritual materials, but were stopped by the team leader beside them.
"kill."
Huang Zhihu stepped out with his sword, and without stopping for a moment, he struck out the strange beasts in the surrounding void with one sword strike after another.
On the other side, Yun Dang's own combat power is much inferior to that of Huang Zhihu, but the long sword in her hand is of extremely high quality. With the power of the fairy sword, she can easily kill strange beasts.
Those Guyang gang members who dispersed from the flying boats did not need to take action at all.
After a while, all the strange beasts were killed, and Huang Zhihu waved his hand: "Gather the spiritual materials and return to the team within a hundred breaths."
Suddenly, everyone rushed to grab the spiritual materials.
Until this moment, these immortal cultivators looked like the remnants of an army that had just been gathered together.
The momentum that had been gathered before also dissipated.
This made many people on the deck of the flying boat feel regretful, but also relieved.
If it is true that just gathering some remnants of the army can gather momentum, then how can that be done?
The flying boat moved forward, traveling thousands of miles, and slowly reached a dark place.
Here, the power of death is already so strong that it is difficult for the power of Wanhua City's formation to protect it.
The speed of the flying boat also dropped.
Their destination is almost here.
"Buzz——"
In the void, a roaring sound came.
Huang Zhihu raised his head and saw a hundred-foot flying boat flying across the sky, passing through the sky and leaving long traces in the dark abyss.
"Father..."
Although she didn't see it, she sensed that her adoptive father was in that fleet.
"Don't look at it, it's a three-story fleet."
"Such a fleet mission must only come from the powerful forces in Wanhua City."
A voice sounded behind Huang Zhihu.
Huang Zhihu turned around and saw a young man wearing a green armor with a smile on his face: "I'm Chen Jinyu from the Guyang Gang, do you know the girl's name?"
"Get out." Huang Zhihu pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword.
