Under the moon, Zhao Yun swept the battlefield and disappeared in an instant.

"It's better to use a crossbow."

While running, he looked at the Lord of the Rings more than once and at the ballista chariot placed in the Ring.

The power of Daxia's crossbow is indeed overbearing.

Naturally, it was his plan that caught the opponent off guard. If he were in the outside world, let alone killing the man in black robe, it would be difficult to even hit him and take advantage of the loopholes... He is also a professional.

"Make, make a hundred of them."

After seeing the power of the ballista, Zhao Yun was full of energy.

"Anything that can be built will bear your surname."

If General Xuanjia were here, he would definitely say something like this.

If a ballista was so easy to build, wouldn't every family have several of them? This is a technical job, and the structure of the ballista, the mechanism of the crossbow, and the materials all have extremely strict requirements.

However, Zhao Yun is confident.

Maybe he can't do it, but he still has his Xiu'er!

There is nothing...that the gods cannot understand.

It was already three nights later when he returned to Forget the Ancient City.

"Our hero is back."

As soon as I arrived at the military store, I heard a yelp from a fat little black man.

"Almost died."

Zhao Yun said and sat down under the tree. This is really the truth. He was chased by Rashomon, attacked in the valley, fought on the battlefield, and was chased by the corpse clan Jizo Realm. These days

After all, who is not wandering in front of the gate of hell? It is a miracle that he can come back alive.

"It feels good to practice on the battlefield."

The fat old man laughed and said, he really underestimated Zhao Yun, how dare he go to the battlefield.

"bloody."

Zhao Yun coughed dryly, and even though he fought a battle, he still had lingering fears.

What's more, one person's power is really weak, and no matter how strong he is, he can't defeat the army. This is his realization. In addition, it is the tempering of his mind. He is in the rear, and there are such opportunities!

"On the battlefield of Tianwu Realm, your master... is so domineering!" Zhu Laoxuandao sighed while carving wood carvings, "Only one person defeated five Tianwu Realm masters and came back defeated."

"Tianwu realm battlefield?" Zhao Yun became interested.

"The world cannot see it, but it really exists."

Ziling smiled leisurely and glanced at Zhao Yun with interest.

Fortunately, during that time, Zhao Yun did not use Hong Yuan's identity to bluff anyone. Otherwise, the entire Daxia Dynasty would be confused. One person would be in trouble, and another one would be like going to heaven.

"You must have picked up a lot of trophies!" The purple-haired child poked Zhao Yun.

"I...went to fight."

Zhao Yun's words were quite serious.

However, in the eyes of everyone, it is considered naughty.

Especially Chi Yan, I saw that you picked up a lot of weapons.

The atmosphere is still very harmonious.

A war may come unexpectedly, but it is better to be peaceful. This small soldier's shop is very peaceful.

Whoosh!

While he was talking, a flying pigeon fell from the sky and landed in Lao Xuandao's arms.

Zhuge Xuandao put down the carving knife and took out a small note from the flying pigeon.

After seeing it, he suddenly stood up, and the smile on his face turned extremely ugly in an instant.

"What's wrong?"

The fat old man took the note.

Seeing this, his face looked uglier than Zhuge Xuandao's.

"completely annihilated?"

Chi Yan and the purple-haired child saw it, and their faces were as white as paper.

"A bunch of crazy people."

Zhuge Xuandao and the fat old man cursed each other, and their anger could not be concealed.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Yun, Xiaocai Fan, and the little black fat man all looked at Chi Yan and the purple-haired child.

"The one hundred and eight true disciples of the Tianzong who entered the Demonic Land...were all wiped out."

The purple-haired child took a deep breath, picked up the wine bottle, and poured out a glass of wine.

"Demon soil?"

Zhao Yun murmured in his heart that he had heard of this place before.

It is rumored that there is a rare treasure hidden in it, but it is also accompanied by disaster, and the evil reputation is not weak at all.

"One hundred and eight, it's still true. Tianzong must be so distressed."

The little money fan murmured in a low voice that he had heard that the disciples of the Great Xia Sect were all among the best. Picking one out at random, they were all talented people, and they actually lost one hundred and eight in one fell swoop.

No wonder Lao Xuandao... would scold those old guys.

The Demonic Land is not a good place. Even if you want to experience it, don’t go there!

"What level is a true disciple? Are you two considered true disciples?"

The fat little black man asked curiously.

"We are... the lowest among ordinary disciples." The purple-haired child coughed dryly.

"The...bottom one?" The fat little black man was shocked.

Zhao Yun was shocked when he heard this. These two were quite powerful in battle, and were at the bottom among the ordinary disciples. If they were true disciples, it wouldn't be a big deal. The foundation of Tianzong was so strong that it was too scary.

Okay! One hundred and eight pieces were broken in one go, which was very painful!

"Just wait! It won't be long before Tianzong will recruit more disciples." The purple-haired child put his hands in his hands and glanced at the little black fat man and the little money fan, "You two, go and give it a try."

As for Zhao Yun, he simply didn't look at it.

The best disciple in the world is also a disciple of Tianzong, his seniority is frightening.

"Is the test difficult?" asked the fat little black man.

"You are no more than eighteen years old and have a Xuanyang realm cultivation level. This is the lowest standard."

"It's good to forget the ancient city. I won't go to Tianzong."

The fat little black guy was sitting there calmly. He didn't meet any of the minimum standards, so he had to go to work.

Zhao Yun said nothing and looked at the purple jade in the Lord of the Rings.

The Red Flame female commander said that if you take this piece of purple jade to the Tianzong, you can become a disciple of the Tianzong.

Therefore, this piece of purple jade is a sky-high price treasure for some people. Since the founding of Tianzong, no matter how many people squeezed their scalps, they would not be able to squeeze in. Unless they are aliens, like Liu Ruyue, who has awakened to Tianzong.

The spiritual bloodline has been accepted as a disciple by Yunfeng, a proper disciple of Tianzong.

After finishing half a bottle of wine, Zhao Yun stood up and left.

After being out for three to five days, I had to go home to make sure I was safe. My parents might be worried.

There are worries.

At this moment, Zhao Yuan does not look very good. There is still a hint of sadness between his brows and his breath is unstable. In a war, he is also one of the reinforcements. However, the reinforcements are not at the border. There are wars in many places.

, went to the battlefield to fight, and was seriously injured, but the foundation was not damaged.

"It's really blinding."

Zhao Yuan has muttered these words in his heart more than once.

Whenever he spoke, he would raise his eyes and glance at Xiao Linglong.

It is not accurate to say that she is a little Linglong, because the little girl has grown up year by year half an hour ago, and is no longer three or two years old. Looking at it this time, she is about the same age as Furong.

Coincidentally, Furong and Linglong still know each other.

"We said goodbye to each other in the past. I'm afraid it's been ten years. Unexpectedly, you are actually forgetting the ancient city."

Linglong smiled softly and said that she did not forget to look at Zhao Yuan.

Back then, it was this guy who abducted the world-famous Shanfeng Furong...
To be continued...