"Oh, General Zimo came all the way to escort him, it's really hard, I wonder if the general is interested in having a drink with this son?"

A yin and yang weird voice sounded behind Zimo, speaking of which Zhao Gao and Hu Hai are really a match made in heaven, no one looks normal, just a face makes people feel that they are not good people.

The person who came was Hu Hai, he was not very old, but his martial arts were the most mysterious, but he was usually not good at practicing martial arts, occasionally reading some Confucian classics, and then like ordinary aristocratic sons, he was used to playing crickets or playing chess to pass the time.

Zimo disdains this guy very much, but he still has to give face, how to say that he is also the son of Yingzheng, he doesn't look at the face of the monk and looks at the face of the Buddha, Zimo symbolically bowed.

"Childe, since ancient times, you can't drink alcohol in the army! The last general professional protection His Majesty cannot be negligent! Please forgive me. Zimo said in a deep voice.

Suddenly, this Huhai prince clapped his hands and laughed, and exclaimed: "It is worthy of being the person that my father and emperor like, General Zimo is really conscientious." ”

As he spoke, he approached Zimo, as if the two of them were very familiar, and poked Mo with his elbow.

"Hey, there must be something delicious in this small town not far away, let's go eat something, it's better than the food in this army." Hu Hai said with a grin.

"The last general will also inspect the military, and ask Gongzi to make it convenient." Zimo is really helpless, this kid is really enough, lure himself out, and then die.

"Don't be serious, general, maybe there is a good place to find flowers and ask willows in this city, even if your wife is extremely talented, it will be boring after a long time, how about it, let's go to the waves together?" Hu Hai didn't give up, and looked at Zimo with blank eyes.

Zimo is going crazy, this yin and yang weird guy is like a radio, chattering next to his ears, if it weren't for his father is Yingzheng, it is estimated that Zimo would have done it.

"Childe, I'm going to patrol the team at the end, farewell!" After finishing speaking, Zimotou didn't leave either, and directly used light skills, Hu Hai couldn't keep up with his footsteps.

Hu Hai gritted his teeth angrily, hum, this son personally came to invite you, and with this attitude, labor and management were very angry! Consequence...... Well, it doesn't seem to be too serious.

In fact, Hu Hai really didn't have any thoughts this time, he was just a little bored, after he came out with Yingzheng, he didn't have any playmates by his side, Zimo was still relatively young, and he was the same age, thinking that he finally had a playmate, but this person didn't pay attention to himself at all.

Hu Hai sighed helplessly, and then went back.

Zimo stopped and frowned slightly, he was still very entangled with Hu Hai, he was the emperor of the future empire, but he didn't have such courage, and he was still far behind.

What's even more sad is that this guy and Zhao Gao are too close, even if he really wants to change him, he can hardly do it, and in the end, the bamboo basket will be empty, and there is no point.

The marching speed of Ying Zheng and the others was indeed not fast, and just a day after Zimo came, two more familiar people came.

It is the star soul of the Yin and Yang family and the great priest.

Star Soul has a very high status, is a protector mage, on the surface, it is much more difficult than Zhao Gao, although he has no actual rights, but in terms of reputation, he is the same as Lord Li Si of Xiangguo, and Li Si has to give three points when he sees him.

After the star soul came, they didn't attract much attention, and the two of them also consciously relied on Zimo and others to set up a camp.

After a day's march, the sky darkened, Zimo sat in the camp tent, his eyes closed, an internal force around him isolated him from the outside world, and the internal force in his body flowed slowly.

In his sea of spirits, Zimo opened his eyes, and sitting opposite him was the Spirit of the Scales!

During this time, Zimo focused all his energy on swordsmanship, he had a certain amount of Taoist internal strength as the foundation, and the foundation was laid well, and now he specializes in swordsmanship.

But fortunately, after passing the big threshold of comprehending the sword intent, because of the sufficient internal strength, Zimo's strength quickly stabilized at the early stage of the eighth layer.

This is also inseparable from the strict training of the spirit of the reverse scale, this guy is simply crazy, he will not be tired at all, and he thought that Zimo would not be tired either, in the twenty days of training for the soldier devil, the spirit of the reverse scale also trained the devil for Zimo.

"Thank you." There was a blue sword intent in front of Zimo, and there was no sword in his hand, but it seemed that at this time, his internal force attribute was assimilated with the sword, and the internal force was the sword intent!

Between the internal force and the sword intent, a perfect free conversion has been formed!

In other words, even if he doesn't have a sword in his hand, but there is still a trace of internal force, then he is still a swordsman!

Zimo in the sea of spirit stood up, and in front of him was a flat land, which was an illusion of the spirit of the scales, but the quality of the soil was no different from the real world, the same hardness, the same texture.

A cloud of blue gas appeared in Zimo's hand, and he didn't deliberately shape it into a sword, and after a loud shout, the gas instantly emitted and blasted towards the ground in the distance.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A large crater was blown up, some of which seemed to have been blown up with explosives, and there was no sense of sharpness of sword qi.

But what Zimo can be sure of is that the condensation method of this blue ball of light is exactly the same as when condensing sword qi, and no different methods are used.

Subsequently, Zimo used a common trick, assassinating the butterfly, and drew a butterfly, which is still lifelike, but its breath is very different from Zhuang Zhou's original intention, and it already belongs to Zimo.

Zimo in reality slowly opened his eyes, it was not that he didn't want to cultivate, but someone came, and it wasn't someone else, it was the star soul!

"I'm really sorry to disturb Mr. Zimo's cultivation." Star Soul said a word without any sincerity, and walked into his tent with a smile.

"Hey, the Star Soul Mage is on the third watch in the middle of the night, what is the matter?" Zimo said helplessly.

The Star Soul did not continue to speak, but walked out of the tent with a sincere eye.

Zimo stood up, followed, and then walked out of the tent and disappeared into the night.

They have tried their best to hide their whereabouts, but they are still being targeted. This man sneakily followed behind Zimo and the others, slipped out of the tent, and went outside.

The Star Soul walked a long way, but their speed was extremely fast, and the person who followed them was tired enough, and they hated themselves for not growing two legs.

Finally, the star soul stopped, and there were two people waiting here, that is, the two of the big priest and the young priest.

"Mr. Zimo, it's man-made, and when things get to this point, we should also discuss our next actions."