Because of the heavy rain curtain, the figure of the person who came was not very clear, but as he approached, the monks stationed on the city wall finally gradually saw his figure and appearance.

is a sturdy man, with a blue stubble on his face, a Chinese face, looking at it reveals a simple and honest feeling, he is wearing a coarse cloth shirt, revealing a strong chest.

Strangely, he carried a wooden box covered with oiled paper hanging from each end of the shoulder, and as he walked, the heavy wooden box creaked rhythmically up and down.

Such a person looks like a farmer who goes into the city to sell goods.

But this swampy new town is not a town in the usual sense, and those who can come out of the swamp will not be ordinary country farmers.

Who is this man?

Could it be the Gu Sect person?

The monks were full of doubts.

On the city wall, there was a sudden whoosh, and a vigilant arrow flew into the sky, marking a piercing red light.

This is a second-class police ring order, and it will never be used lightly unless there is a large army pressing the border.

The surrounding monks looked at the straight red warning arrow, and looked around as if they were facing a great enemy, but apart from the middle-aged man like a farmer who came over in the rain, where was there any enemy?

The monks turned around and looked at the Kendo Sect monk who had given the arrow, with puzzled and shocked expressions on their faces.

But the latter did not explain at all, and rushed down the city, towards the commander's mansion.

It took a long time for the monks around him to react.

Because above the city, the woman in white had an extremely heavy face, and the aura on her body was constantly rising.

The person who can make Xue Qianqian feel like a great enemy, how can he take it lightly?!

So one after another shouted orders, one after another orders were given, and thousands of monks on the city in the autumn rain were ready to meet the enemy as quickly as possible.

Countless bows and crossbows were opened, countless magic weapons were sacrificed, and more than a dozen rune cannons began to quickly turn their muzzles.

There was a sound of hurried and dense footsteps, and the black crowd was rushing towards this side through the city wall, and the craftsmen who were still reinforcing the city defense hurriedly retreated to the side, looking in horror at the monks who ran by.

"Uncle Zhou, what's going on?" a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy asked the man beside him, holding a hammer.

The man swallowed, and the light of the crimson arrow shone on his face, with a nervous look that could not be concealed, "A strong enemy is coming." He said with difficulty.

"Is it the army of the Gu Gate that has been killed?" the young man also became nervous.

The man nodded, but then shook his head and said, "It's still unclear who the enemy is, but no matter who comes here, I just hope that this city will not be captured." ”

The young man looked at the running monks, then at the dense arrow pavilion and the rows of huge rune cannons, and asked, "Such a strong city should not be able to be attacked, right?"

The man smiled hard: "In this world, there is no city that cannot be attacked!"

As he spoke, a figure passed by, blowing the two of them down with some force.

The Kendo Sect monk who shot the arrow came to the Commander's Mansion in the city as fast as he could.

Even without a token and permission from the Commander's Mansion, the guard camp didn't stop him.

Because this person is an old acquaintance of everyone.

The time he spent following Yun Mo was only a few months less than that of the people in the guard camp.

The scorpion ran wildly, jumping all the way, and finally passed through a moon gate, came to the small building, knocked down a female monk from the snowflake holy land, and ignored the scolding from behind him, and pushed open the door and rushed in.

Yun Mo was already sitting on the bed, and before the scorpion could speak, he said, "It's just one person here, don't make such a fuss." ”

The scorpion was slightly stunned, thinking that adults deserve to be adults, and they would know what was going on outside without going out, but after thinking about it, that person could make Xue Qianqian like a great enemy, and he should also pay enough attention.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to remind, he saw Yun Mo stand up and said, "I have my own measure in this matter, you don't have to worry." ”

The scorpion sighed in his heart, it turned out that whatever he thought couldn't escape the eyes of adults, and he couldn't help but be solemn.

But Yun Mo's next sentence suddenly made his heart sink.

Yun Mo walked out of the door slowly, stood under the eaves, looked south through the heavy rain curtain, and said: "The person who came is the elder of the Confucian Dao Zun Palace, as for the third elder or the second elder, I will only know when I go to see it, but no matter which elder it is, it is not something that a person of your level can stop, so," his tone became heavy, "It's useless for you to worry." ”

The clouds in the sky hung low, as if within reach.

After saying this, Yun Mo raised his feet and walked out of the eaves and into the rain.

An umbrella appeared above his head.

Ah Zhe held the umbrella, the umbrella surface was tilted towards Yun Mo, but his body was wet with rain.

Yun Mo's footsteps were sluggish, and he didn't say anything, and continued to walk forward.

Outside the Commander's Mansion, the layers of black-armored monks in the guard camp retreated to both sides like a tide, making way for a path.

In the rain, a black umbrella passed through the black crowd.

All the monks of the guard camp looked at the people under the umbrella in silence.

"Sect Master Yunmo's injuries look healed, and there is no injury on the outside, this recovery speed is so fast!"

"How is it possible, it won't be good for ten days and a half months. ”

"Maybe the internal injuries aren't healing!"

The icy autumn rain hit the black rune armor and fell on them, and they looked solemn.

The autumn wind and autumn rain are full of gloom, and everyone before and after them is killed.

In this autumn rain, whether it is Gumen itself or this new city, many people have died, and many more will die.

The warning arrow sounded, and the monks stationed in the city rushed to the south gate.

Most of the people didn't know what was going on, but Xincheng had always been in a state of war readiness, so these people reacted quickly, and in just one cup of tea, tens of thousands of monks gathered at the South Gate.

The crowd gathered under the city, and the sound of discussion sounded, drowning out the wind and rain.

When people learned that there was only one person outside the city and not thousands of troops, their first reaction was that they had misheard, but then they realized the seriousness of the problem.

In the cultivation world, regular warfare has always been dominated by the strong, with middle and low-level cultivators assisting and cooperating. And if there is a top powerhouse, it is likely that the tactics of the entire battle will be formulated around this top powerhouse.

The strong are respected, and it is even more obvious on the battlefield.