Chapter 226 [Zhang's Concubine Son] [The Relatives of the Sect God]...The Secrets Behind Many Destinies!

Author: Nanshan Traveler

Chapter 226 [Zhang's Concubine Son] [The Relatives of the Sect God]...The Secrets Behind Many Destinies!

"I am looking for dozens of spiritual medicines and invited countless talented people and strangers, but I have not been able to lift the unknown divine weapons suppressing this knife. What can you do?"

As a general of Qingzhou, Wei Xuan has never liked to show off his face and never showed any anxiety in front of his subordinates.

However, the mysterious spirit weapon he built with great effort was unexpectedly reduced to half-destroy due to his naming.

Over the years, this semi-remembered tiger soul has always been his heart disease.

Hearing that Jiang Chen had a way to repair it, Wei Xuan's noble face, which was originally quite general, also showed a look of anxious expression, and immediately spoke:

"Person Jiang, if you can fully recover the tiger soul, what materials do you need? Just mention it!"

Jiang Chen pondered for a few breaths and spoke slowly:

"The last one is not sure of being completely repaired, but one or two of them may be possible..."

When Wei Xuan heard this, he quickly came to his senses and his tone gradually became serious:

"The top priority of the Qingzhou Army is to break through the capital and hold a ceremony to offer the Nine Cauldrons."

"It will take about fourteen or five hours before the envoys arrive in Dongli. It will take six or seven hours to go from Dongli to the capital even if it stimulates the army's martial arts and skills."

Having said that.

Wei Xuan pondered for a while, as if he had made some decision in his heart, and then continued to say:

"I may find some ways to delay you for a little while, but at the latest it will not be able to delay the rooster crowing in the future!"

"So, since you already have three thousand sharp soldiers and top-grade weapons, it is more important to start early."

"Yes, General!"

"When you are about to prepare for a little while, you will start immediately!"

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, slowly held the tiger soul with his right hand, and said intimately:

"If Xuanqi spirit soldiers are in hand, they can be said to be invincible under the Marquis of Wu... I don't know if you are worthy of it or not worthy of this evaluation?"

Jiang Chen tried to inject a little blood into the blade.

However, those qi, blood and spiritual powers were like stones sinking into the sea, and they did not react at all. Not to mention "invincible", even ordinary top-grade weapons are far inferior.

"this……"

Jiang Chen exerted his strength secretly, and the blue veins on his right arm burst out, and a large amount of qi and blood rushed into the blade, finally causing a fierce light to burst out from the blade!

"roar!"

A low tiger roar was faintly pressured, and it seemed to slightly enhance the ferociousness contained in the sword energy of the slash.

A slight dissatisfaction flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes:

"Even tiger wings are worse than those?"

Wei Xuan, who was standing beside him, sighing and saying:

"Yes, if there is no general-level powerful sword, the power it shows is only the level of medium-grade weapon. The only special thing is that its material is tough. No matter how powerful spiritual power you inject, it also

Can bear it."

That is to say.

The tiger soul that has not been sacrificed to the sword is just a bold and thickened version of the demon soldiers' tiger wings.

In the capital of Loulan, although the capital of Yangyunlang, who lived and died, had 4,000 infantry slaughtered, there were still a total of 6,000 infantry. The five wolf generals were also stationed in the capital, and the royal family itself also had some elites hidden.

.

"No."

"Sharpening a knife will not delay the chopping of wood. Only by restoring the tiger soul can you go to the capital!"

Jiang Chen held the Xuanqi spirit weapon-Tiger Po in his right hand, then pulled out the tiger wings from his waist with his left hand. He first tried to fight against the two swords, hoping for some strange phenomena.

pity.

The wind is calm.

Whether it is the tiger soul or the tiger wing, although the two blades are combined, there has never been any abnormal reaction and is extremely calm.

However, neither Jiang Chen nor the general Wei Xuan had noticed any trivial matter at all.

The moment when the two blades were combined, the purple-shirt wooden scabbard used to place the tiger-winged sword suddenly appeared with an extremely faint mysterious white light...

Jiang Chen did not notice this too weak fluctuation, and he couldn't help but doubt himself for a moment:

“Is the comment wrong?”

Wei Xuan frowned and asked:

"What you said about repair is to use your weapons to hit the tiger soul?"

Jiang Chen was a little disappointed and told the whole story:

"This knife is called the tiger's wings, and the inner soul is a trace of evil tiger will contained in the thousand-year-old creeping tiger stone. I will eventually believe that it may be helpful."

Wei Xuan condensed his face and said lightly:

"If the Thousand-year Crouching Tiger Stone is useful, why should I use it to create the Stone Tiger Sword?"

"It's Meng Lang, the last general," Jiang Chen showed apologies in his eyebrows and immediately changed the topic: "General, the last general has obtained a thousand new soldiers, and needs to be granted a document. Can it be..."

Wei Xuan said calmly:

"You are urgently responsible for your power. All positions in the 18th Battalion will be appointed by you personally."

"When you have captured the capital, captured the King of Loulan, and offered your skull to the Nine Cauldrons. If you have such great achievements, you will be granted a general. There is no need to worry about some abuses."

"Thank you, General!"

Jiang Chen clasped his fists to thank him, immediately called Xiao Wu, and ordered him to inform all the soldiers of the 18th Battalion, and immediately rushed to the periphery of the tree-burying forest.

soon.

The 2,000 soldiers of the 18th Battalion of Qingzhou, led by Zhang Baisui and another commander named Zhang, rushed over quickly.

Not long after.

In front of Jiang Chen and Wei Xuan, three slightly independent teams of thousands stood.

Nearly a thousand civilians who have just been promoted to [Qingzhou Soldier] are standing in a messy queue. At first glance, they look like a thousand fat and strong pigs. They are definitely new soldiers, making people unable to help but scold them.

One sentence:

"What kind of style?"

Thousands of Qingzhou soldiers selected by Jiang Chen personally raised their chests and raised their heads, and the formation was neat. After dozens of days of eastward struggle, they gradually matured and could be called old soldiers.

Finally, there are a thousand elite soldiers who originally belonged to Zhang Longxiang. Their queues are not neat, but they contain some kind of deterrence.

"The eagle stands like sleeping, and the tiger walks like illness!"

Only when the battle really breaks out can these thousand elite soldiers truly show their terrifying features!

He is a perfect elite!

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back and walked alone to the formation of the three thousand soldiers without anger, and glanced at every soldier present with his lingering eyes.

at once.

The three thousand soldiers present were so nervous that they were like long bows covered with strings. Their hearts were pounding, and they lowered their heads and felt difficult to breathe.

Even the thousand old soldiers who originally belonged to Zhang Longxiang had sweat on their foreheads and raised their hearts to their throats.

The whole audience was so quiet that even a needle fell to the ground that he could hear clearly. Even the birds in the mountains and forests held their breath and did not dare to sing loudly.

If you use a poem to describe it, it is:

"There are three thousand martial soldiers in the forest. You must lower your eyebrows when you see me!"

Faced with this situation, Wei Xuan couldn't help but look up at Jiang Chen.

Such a general's attitude has always been extremely rare. If he is decades younger, he will definitely find ways to accept Jiang Chen as his disciple.

The whole audience was quiet!

Jiang Chen stared at the three thousand soldiers present and spoke slowly:

"Zhang Silong, where is it?"

This person is the only commander left by Zhang Longxiang's era. Hearing the shout, he hurriedly responded:

"I am in a humble position."

Jiang Chen's eyes were sharp, as if he saw him through at one glance: "You have a lot of qualifications and have been the position of a thousand men for seven years, right?"

Zhang Silong nodded like pounding garlic, and he hurriedly reported his resume:

"Yes, I joined the army in the spring of the 25th year of Yuan Lie. In the eighth year, I followed Lord Zhang Longxiang to conquer the grassland. I luckily cut off the head of a Sagittarius Hu general and promoted him to the commander of a thousand men."
To be continued...