When Zhang Rulong and Lingwu sent Hou Ye back, the master was still sitting there and looking up in contemplation. Zhang Rufeng said softly: "Father, you better take a rest, your body is important, if your body can't keep up with this battle yet, it's useless for your father to be anxious." ”

"Father, son says something unfilial. You can't go, and if something happens to you halfway through the battle or something happens to you, the whole battle will be chaotic. Father, don't be angry with me, it won't be your business alone. I also agree with the second brother's opinion, I am willing to follow Lingwu, I will protect him" Zhang Rulong has an upright personality, and he can't take care of it at this time.

"Rulong, how can I blame you? You're for my good, I know. You're telling the truth, and I know what you're saying. Rulong, you are definitely going to the front line, our Zhang family will never flinch in this crisis, you followed me to fight the barbarians thirty years ago, I can rest assured that you led my Zhang family's team. You're in charge of starting to assemble our team. ”

"Father, don't worry, I'll arrange people, I'll be responsible for the convening and training of personnel, and I'll ask my second brother to worry about material matters."

"I think Hou Ye also means this, but he can't say it. All three of you go and prepare, let me think about it. ”

Lingwu went directly back to the small courtyard where he lived, thinking that he had just read his grandfather's diary, the brute beasts were too powerful, and the people who could fight against them were at least samurai, where did he get so many samurai? Now that I have so much population and land, it can be divided into three places, one is brought from Fumian, the second is from Jiachuan, and the third is from Guiling Mansion, so it's time to arrange my own strength.

After thinking about it for a while, Lingwu decided to go and see the Five Hundred Guards first, and he had practiced the Lingwu Sword Technique Forty-Eight Styles for two years, but now he didn't know what was going on. The guards were just outside the courtyard, and accompanied by He Jian, a group of 500 people came to the martial arts arena in the backyard. Five hundred warriors stood still in the field, as straight as javelins, and their momentum was extraordinary, although there were few people, they gave people a murderous feeling. Lingwu is a person who cultivates spirits, and his feeling ability is very comparable, and he was shocked at the time. I thought that I usually concentrate on cultivation, and I have been socializing a lot lately, and I haven't noticed that this group of people has changed so much, so I can't help but be happy. He Jian turned sideways and said, "He Jian, I see that your five hundred people have changed a lot, but I want to see how well you train them." ”

He Jian was overjoyed when he heard his master say this, and hurriedly saluted and replied: "Thank you for the master's praise, according to the master's teachings, our guards practice the forty-eight styles of the Lingwu Sword Method every day, and dare not slack off, the brothers are making rapid progress, please review the master." ”

"Okay, I'll first look at the strength and speed of each of you."

"Obey" He Jian replied loudly, turned around and ran to the phalanx, came to the middle and shouted: "Brothers, the master brought us all the way here from Fumian Mansion and personally taught us the forty-eight styles of the Lingwu Sword Technique. Now the master is already the young master of the Hou Kingdom, and he is also the lord of Guiling Mansion and the lord of Jiachuan. We can serve as such a master's guard, this is the master's trust, how dare our brothers not serve the master's death. Today, the master wants to review us, and what you have will show if you have any ability. Now I order, everyone in order to the left to detect the forces. ”

"Obey" 500 people shouted in response, and the eardrums of the people whose voices vibrated were painful. Everyone ran to a row of stone locks, and their steps were so uniform that the ground trembled. The next situation shocked Lingwu. Five hundred people tested their strength one by one in an orderly manner, the first one went up and brushed the stone lock weighing four hundred catties above his head, and the second one also lifted and put it down one by one, seeing Lingwu open his mouth wide and forget to close it.

"He Jian, these people all have four hundred one-handed strength?"

"Yes, master" He Jian bowed deeply, very respectfully, but everyone could see the joy and pride on his face.

Lingwu stood there like this, watching the five hundred people pass in front of the stone lock one by one, and couldn't help but be ecstatic in his heart, these five hundred people have the strength of a samurai, I don't know if the speed can reach the level of a samurai, if these people are samurai, oh my God, it feels too luxurious to think about it.

In less than half an hour, five hundred people passed in front of this stone lock, and Lingwu was preparing to arrange a speed measurement. He Jian ran forward and loudly called the names of more than twenty people, what dogs and what cows, and listened to a cloud of confusion: "You people, show your strength to your master." Lingwu thought to himself, hadn't this power already been measured just now? What else can be shown of this power?

But he saw these twenty or so people standing in front of the stone lock of eight hundred. Lingwu really can't believe it now, a thousand catties with one hand is the power of a great warrior, and he has only practiced for so many years and is only a little more than a thousand catties, how long can these people practice, and they can have the strength of eight hundred catties?

The facts made Lingwu have to believe that these slaves, who were despicable and incompetent in the eyes of the nobles, raised the stone locks in front of them one by one after cultivating in such a short period of time. They already have the strength to approach the great samurai.

"Let's test the speed below, all to the starting line" He Jian took the incense handed by the warrior and slowly lit it, seeing that the incense had been completely lit, he shouted: "Run". Five hundred people rushed out like arrows from a string. It reminded him of the first time his father tested himself as a child, when he barely ran twenty laps. A pillar of incense burned out quickly, and the fastest recorded ran 30 laps and the slowest 25 laps. Lingwu knew that there was nothing to say about these five hundred people, their strength and speed exceeded the standards of the samurai, and when it came to sensitivity, these battle-hardened slaves definitely didn't say anything. Thinking that he had five hundred warriors, Lingwu was a little confused: how could this be possible? His father, the lord of the house, has only been a samurai for so many years, and he has only been a samurai. If you practice the forty-eight styles of the Lingwu Sword Technique in Jiachuan Ling and Guiling Mansion, how many warriors will you have in a few years? It's crazy to think about. Lingwu was there thinking and giggling. The guards had already finished displaying, waiting for the master's instructions, and He Jian didn't dare to disturb him when he saw the master standing there and laughed vigorously. I had to whisper: "Report to the master, the test is complete, please ask the master to admonish." After waiting for a long time and not replying, He Jian didn't dare to speak. When Lingwu finished smirking and displaying, he only heard Lingwu shouting: "He Jian." He Jian thought that his master was going to start praising him, so he immediately straightened up and replied loudly, "The slave is here." ”

"You immediately call someone to let Lu An come to the main hall of my courtyard, saying that I have something urgent to find him."