Of course not.

Zhu Luan silently looked at the teenagers around him who were overwhelmed by the momentum, and then looked up at the war horses hidden under the black fur, which were actually scarred.

There are thirteen states in the Great Zhou.

But there were only seven large battalions with black-armored cavalry.

On average, two states will have a large military camp, which is generally located at the junction of the two states, such as the Huangshan camp that was previously located at the junction of Huizhou and Shanzhou.

But there is one state that is exceptional.

It is, of course, exceptional.

Because it is Qingzhou.

The Great Zhou resisted the iron wall of Houjin, the location of the Tieqing Great Wall.

Qingzhou.

Qingzhou camp is the only camp named after a state among the seven military camps.

The conditions for becoming a black armor guard in the Great Zhou are very strict, no matter which battalion of black armor guards will be sent to the battlefield on the border, and there is also a movement of personnel between the excellent black armor guards of each battalion.

But in general, there will still be no black armor guards in any large battalion who can compare with the Qingzhou battalion in actual combat experience.

There will be no war horse in any state that can compare to the war horse of the black armor guard in Qingzhou.

The war horse of the black armor guard of the Qingzhou battalion.

They are the guardians of the Great Wall.

The mount of the hardest shields of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

At this time, these fledgling young people will welcome the baptism of iron-blooded breath for the first time.

Not from people, but from a herd of horses.

All the cultivators looked at the silent dark horses, and seeing them was like looking at a moving castle.

The muscle-thin male body, and the black and shiny unruly eyes, combined with the neat pace, formed an indescribable momentum.

"If you get kicked by that horse's hooves, will a cultivator immediately have a big hole in his chest?" Hong Shan clenched the hilt of the knife and muttered.

The other martial artists subconsciously nodded in deep suspicion.

Absolutely.

Zhu Luan's eyes were slightly deep.

Only such a horse can resist the impact of the post-golden iron horse!

But at this moment, it is not the Houjin people who grow on horseback who have to face these most ferocious war horses in the Great Zhou, but these martial artists who have never been on the battlefield.

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Mother, you're so ruthless.

No...... Should it be said that Emperor Taizu is also ruthless enough?

Looking at the countless young cultivators whose faces were covered in blood after being overturned by the war horses, Zhu Luan sighed.

It was Emperor Taizu who introduced the Black Armor Guard War Horse and would test the horse shooting.

And the queen of heaven only said one sentence when she reformed.

"Since you want to use the war horses of the black armor guards, let's just let the horses of the Qingzhou camp come."

directly caused the blood and tears of the Great Zhou Wujuzi for more than ten years.

It's really a history of blood and tears, Zhu Luan looked at the true anger on the horse farm and sighed.

Many of them must have retained their strength for the subsequent battles, and they didn't have the true yuan to the fullest at first, but after being overturned countless times, they finally understood that it was useless to retain their strength in dealing with these fierce horses.

It is better to say that in front of these fierce horses, these heavenly pride realized for the first time that the power of human beings is limited.

Even if they are not ordinary people.

It's a practitioner who can communicate with heaven and earth, and it's the same.

Zhu Luan stared expressionlessly at the flying sand and rocks in the racecourse.

She was ranked second in the exam. And the first test shooting, I don't know if it was accidental or inevitable, all of them were Da Zhou's moves.

There is not a single child of Xiliang.

Of course, in terms of the number of disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion and the total number of people participating in the martial arts, it can be regarded as accidental.

Under such an accident, everything in front of him can only be described as tragic.

A quarter of an hour had passed since the examiner's order, but a few horses had not yet run out, and the smoke and dust rising from the racecourse were almost choking the spectators next to them.

The other lifters who did not play were also full of astonishment.

Even Huizhou Juzi is not exempt from vulgarity.

There's no way not to be stunned.

The war horses of the Black Armor Guard are indeed powerful, but this is not the venue of the Huizhou Township Test.

The lowest level of the sub-level of the meeting here is also the peak of the metamorphosis.

In the eyes of these rookies in the cultivation world, under the Heavenly Dao, cultivators are the most powerful.

Even if the war horse is arrogant, as long as it is suppressed with the true yuan, it will inevitably succumb to their crotch.

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Zhu Luan looked at the war horses whose muscles burst out under the rich true qi, and their sweaty manes were still indomitable to throw the cultivators down, his eyes were as calm as water.

This is probably the intention of the queen of heaven.

What is a dismount?

This is the dismount.

The queen of heaven used the strongest war horse of the Great Zhou to teach these possible future generals a lesson at the test venue.

Even though it is tragic, it is best to recognize the reality at this time.

In the face of a brutal war machine, a practitioner's power is limited.

"Senior sister, what are you looking at?"

In the crowd where the disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion spontaneously gathered in the distance, Mo Han looked at the senior sister with slightly condensed eyes.

Ruan Qing retracted his gaze.

In the high box, the Xiliang Sword Saint looked at the crowd in the distance and narrowed his eyes.

In a group of stunned teenagers, the only calm girl looked very special.

And just when he wanted to take a closer look, a thin figure blocked his gaze.

Looking at the man wearing a white jade mask who was far away from the woman but moved to the side, just in the center of his line of sight, the eyes of the Xiliang Sword Saint were slightly cold.

Zhu Luan closed his eyes and did not look back, but raised his head.

"Senior brother, don't look at it."

At this time, Ruan Qing said coldly beside Mo Han.

"It's our turn."

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"What a coincidence."

Zhu Luan looked at the number plate in his hand and smiled.

"yes, that's a coincidence." Duan Lizheng, who was standing beside her, said expressionlessly.

He's used to it.

It's true.

Will try martial arts, try bow horse riding and archery for the second time.

He was in the second.

Zhu Luan was also in the second game.

Well, it's nothing.

But what else is there in this one.

There are also Xiliang people.

It's nothing that Xiliang people appear in the second game, except for some Xiliang people in Xiliang Sword Pavilion and Shanzhou.

But.

Duan Lizheng looked around, speechless in his heart.

Twenty people at a time.

How many people are there in Xiliang?

Not much, Duan Lizheng smiled bitterly.

Ten only.

And who among these ten?

There are eight disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion, plus Xie Yuan and Yayuan from Shanzhou.

And who are these eight disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion?

There is Mo Han, Ruan Qing...... and Su Qing.

What a wonderful lineup. Zhu Luan patted Duan Lizheng's shoulder.

"Just get used to it."

It's always something to face. And she wasn't unprepared for all of this.

The stall opened, and behind the injured and frustrated candidates in the previous race, even crazier horses sprang out.

And the cultivators who were waiting outside the field didn't dare to underestimate these war horses at this time after witnessing the tragedy of the previous one.

There is also a railing in front of each practitioner who comes on the field.

Will try to ride and shoot without anyone leading the horse.

Each lifter has to open the railing to meet the murderous horses that are galloping in.

Outside the railing of the second field, many cultivators of the Great Zhou trembled and stretched out their hands to the buckle on the railing, even if they were disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion, their movements were extremely cautious...... After all, this is ......

This is......

Click.

First tone.

All the nervous candidates raised their heads and thought to themselves, who was so reckless and actually opened it like this?

Everyone's eyes widened.

Watch as the slender figure opens the railing like this.

Stretch out your arms.

Greet the black whirlwind that rushes towards her.