"Why did the forbidden army enter the camp?" someone couldn't help but be curious, and asked with an eager face. The man glanced at the people in the hall, paused slightly on Zhuang Xuan, and then moved away.

"There are two tasks. First, escort the general Han Qing back to Beijing. Second, the decree was issued, appointing Tianyun Hou as the acting marshal and responsible for commanding the three armies!"

Zhuang Xuan also sat there with a stunned face, and the thoughts in his mind were full of thoughts. After the man finished speaking, he drank the tea in his cup and got up to leave.

Before leaving, his eyes stayed on Zhuang Xuan slightly. Zhuang Xuan's sense is so keen, although he was thundered by the news of the other party, but at least he still has the vigilance.

Frowning slightly, Zhuang Xuan got up and followed. After the man left, he did not rush to go away, but turned back three times at a time, as if waiting for someone.

When Zhuang Xuan's figure appeared at the door of the inn, the man walked into the distance without looking back. After Zhuang Xuan thought slightly, he raised his leg to follow.

Zhuang Xuan followed the man all the way and stopped in front of a remote house. The door of the house is hidden, and the iron knocker on the door is still shaking, indicating that someone has just entered.

Releasing his divine sense slightly, Zhuang Xuan looked at the monk who had spread the news in the inn before. In addition to this person, there were two other people in the room.

Zhuang Xuan hesitated slightly, gently pushed open the door, and walked in. It seemed that Zhuang Xuan had long expected that he would follow, so the few people in the room did not show surprise.

When Zhuang Xuan walked into the room, one person closed the doors and windows, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed.

"Who are you?" Zhuang Xuan asked. The cultivation of the three people on the other side is not very high, it is only in the late stage of the Blood Refining Realm, which is why Zhuang Xuan dared to swagger into the room.

"Subordinates, see the young master!" Zhuang Xuan raised his eyebrows, and suddenly understood the identities of several people in his heart.

"You are also members of the Dark Devil Squad?" Zhuang Xuan asked.

"No! Some of his subordinates are the retinue of the commander!" replied one of them.

"Why am I here?" Zhuang Xuan said lightly.

"The marshal knew that the young master was here, so he specially sent us to tell the young master that the situation in the army is basically stable, and he is ready to fight with the army again in the next few days! In addition, he told us to escort the young master out of the border. The monk in the inn before bowed.

"Leave?" Zhuang Xuan was stunned. A few days ago, he worked hard to develop the Thunderbolt Bead of Great Destruction, just to be able to let his father have more hole cards in the war.

Who knew that he had developed a fifty-zhang thunderbolt bead at once, and this kind of super lethal weapon should not be released too early, so Zhuang Xuan did not give it to Zhuang Han.

Coupled with the explosion in the barracks a few days ago, Han Qing was hit hard. Others don't know the reason, but Zhuang Xuan knows it.

Except for the five hundred thunderbolt beads that he handed over to Zhuang Han, nothing else could do this. Therefore, it is no longer convenient for Zhuang Xuan's father and son to show up again.

This directly determines that Zhuang Xuan has no need to stay here. Thinking of this, Zhuang Xuan couldn't help but feel a slight regret in his heart for not being able to see his father.

"It's okay to leave, but the escort is forgotten! I also hope that the eldest brothers will worry a lot about their father's side, Zhuang Xuan has thanked him here first!" Zhuang Xuan said, bowing slightly to a few people.

Seeing this, several people hurriedly jumped away, and hurriedly said: "Childe is serious, we are the escort of the marshal, and now we are the marshal's personal soldiers, and it is our duty to take care of the marshal, Childe is like this, it is really embarrassing for me!" Zhuang Xuan saw that the words of several people were sincere, so he had to give up.

With a move in his mind, a Qiankun bag appeared in Zhuang Xuan's hand.

"I see that several big brothers are in the late stage of the blood refining realm, and they are not far from the peak, Zhuang Xuan has some spirit stones here, although there are not many, but I hope to help a few big brothers improve their cultivation, after all, the situation in the army is complicated, and it is safer to be a little more powerful!"

The man wanted to refuse, but Zhuang Xuan's white palm was like an iron tong, holding his hand firmly.

In desperation, the man had no choice but to accept it.

"Then let's say goodbye!" Zhuang Xuan clasped his fists at a few people, and turned to leave. As for the inn, Zhuang Xuan has not left anything behind, and there is no need to go back.

Looking at Zhuang Xuan's back gradually moving away, several people had an indescribable emotion in their hearts. The divine sense looked through the Qiankun bag and looked at the spirit stones piled up in it like a small mountain, and the man's hand shook and almost dropped the Qiankun bag to the ground.

Just now, the divine sense swept over, and there were three thousand spirit stones in the Qiankun bag. With so many spirit stones, it was enough for three people to cultivate for more than a year.

And so many spirit stones are still in Zhuang Xuan's mouth

"Not much, though". This shocked several people in addition to Zhuang Xuan's generosity, and became more and more curious about this legendary young master.

Several people discussed it and decided to hand over the spirit stone to Zhuang Han, who would distribute it. After deciding, a few people didn't linger any longer, simply cleaned up, and quickly left this simple courtyard.

After Zhuang Xuan left, there was no good place to go in his heart for the time being, and he walked aimlessly along the way, admiring the natural scenery along the way.

Zhuang Xuan suddenly missed Huo Ling'er a little. Last time, Zhuang Xuanwei learned the Thunderbolt Bead and asked Huo Ling'er to wait at the inn with Xiao Ya, and later Xiao Ya returned to the Spirit Beast Sect, and Huo Ling'er also followed her.

With a sigh in his heart, Zhuang Xuan continued to walk into the distance. It's just that at this moment, his figure looks a little gloomy.

Just as Zhuang Xuan was wandering aimlessly, the major sects on the Zixuan Continent were busy. Because next month will be a five-year competition for young talents from various sects.

Each sect will send excellent disciples to fight. As long as they get a good ranking in the big competition, then the sect will be rewarded by the sect management committee, and even the ranking of the sect will advance by one or two.

Don't underestimate these two rankings! Sometimes, if you advance one ranking, it is possible to enter a higher level, and then the treatment enjoyed by the sect will vary greatly!

Each sect can not care about the ranking, but it cannot care about the resources! And the resources are allocated according to the ranking!

This makes all sects look forward to the big competition every five years. Dabi is scheduled for August 15, and the location is Yandang Mountain.

The big matches have been held there for many years, and this year is no exception. In the sect far away from Yandang Mountain, many disciples have already set off in advance and rushed to Yandang Mountain.

Zhuang Xuan walked all the way, although he didn't pay special attention, but he also noticed some abnormalities. Over the course of the day, he met more and more monks, most of them young monks.

They were in groups one by one, in groups of three or five, and Zhuang Xuan was quite puzzled in his heart. On this day, Zhuang Xuan went to a town, and when he was resting in the restaurant, he heard the monk talking about the Yandang Mountain Dabi.

After listening to it for a long time, the doubts in Zhuang Xuan's heart were suddenly solved.

"Is Yandang Mountain a big competition? Once every five years, it should be a bit interesting! Anyway, there is nowhere to go right now, so let's go to Yandang Mountain to have a look!" Zhuang Xuan thought in his heart.

At this moment, there was a noise downstairs, Zhuang Xuan was puzzled, and couldn't help but listen.

"Guest officer, there is really no seat upstairs, why don't you just be aggrieved and sit in the hall downstairs?" Listening to the voice, it was obviously the shopkeeper of the restaurant.

"Joke! Young Master Ben has never been wronged when he is so old, and he came to your restaurant to eat today to give you face, but you don't know how to be grateful to Dade, and you want to make Ben Shao wronged! What do you think of Ben Shao?" A rebellious voice sounded, and then only a plop was heard, and the screams of the shopkeeper reached upstairs, causing all the monks upstairs to look towards the staircase.

After a while, a handsome young man walked slowly upstairs and stood at the top of the stairs, behind him stood a group of attendants.

The folding fan in the young man's hand shook gently, and the hair on his temples was lightly raised, which had the taste of a beautiful son. But the sense of superiority that exuded from him destroyed the smell completely.

The young man's gaze swept over the faces of everyone on the second floor, paused slightly at Zhuang Xuan's place, and then the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Come, bring the shopkeeper up!" shouted the young man to his attendant behind him. Soon, the shopkeeper was dragged up by one of the young man's attendants.

"Didn't you say that there is no place on the second floor? What is that?" the young man said, folding fans and closing their fans, pointing to Zhuang Xuan's location.

Zhuang Xuan's eyebrows raised slightly, and he secretly said in his heart: It seems that there is trouble coming. Most of the monks on the second floor were in groups of three or five, but Zhuang Xuan was alone, so he was the only one at the table he was.

But I don't want to be targeted by this young man who doesn't know where he came from.