Cao Xiaowu and Cao Xiaoliu glanced at each other, and their faces were worried.

"Let's go, the general said, go back to the camp and put on the adaptation armor." Gongsun Yangjin said in a low voice, and then led everyone back to the grass house.

Several people surrounded him, and he shook off the storage bag in his hand.

Five two-foot-long iron boxes fell, each with a name on it.

What is it?

Several people took a look at it, raised their hands and picked up the iron box engraved with their names.

"It's—"

"Shhh

Cao Xiaowu snorted.

His iron box was heavy in his hand, and when he opened it, it contained a black battle armor, a folding spear, a longbow, ten long arrows, a short crossbow, and six black crossbow arrows.

There is also a long sword, a short knife, a waist card, and five small jade bottles, all of which have labels on them.

Healing elixir, elixir for temporary outbreak of combat power, elixir for replenishing qi and blood......

"I, I said the ...... who is good at spears," he whispered as he looked at the folded spear.

On the opposite side, Cao Xiaoliu, who was good at battle axes, had a golden-gray long-handled battle axe in the iron box.

In the iron box that Gongsun Yang entered, there were a few more jade plates.

"Array, communication, positioning, defense, I'm afraid each jade plate is not cheap." Gongsun Yangjin put away the jade plate, took out the black armor stacked in it, and infused it with immortal qi.

"Boom—"

A formidable force peeked out of the armor, making his eyes widen.

"This, this is, medium-grade spirit treasure!"

Not to mention the armor, spears, swords, bows, and even the short knife that is only a foot long, they are all low-grade spiritual treasures.

Although these weapons are not infused with spirituality, each of them is an incomparably precious spirit treasure-level treasure.

If you keep it carefully, each piece has the potential to transform into shape.

Such treasures, each one on the first floor of Wanhua City is a treasure that all parties are vying for.

When all five of them put on their armor and held their weapons, they looked at each other and laughed excitedly.

"Haha, wearing this body, Lao Tzu is worth dying in battle immediately!" Cao Xiaoliu shouted.

Not far away, laughter could be heard from other barracks.

Not to mention this one, even one piece can buy the lives of everyone in their army.

On the first floor of this Wanhua City, the lives of immortal cultivators are the least valuable.

"Hurry up and refine, I can't wait." Gongsun Yang Jin let out a low shout, and then his body flashed with fairy light.

The other people glanced at each other, and hurriedly poured the immortal qi on their bodies into the weapons in their hands.

With these armors, their combat power will be increased by at least a hundredfold!

A day later, the melodious horn sounded.

An immortal cultivator in black armor strode out of the barracks, lowered his head, and walked to the large school field with his fists clenched.

Everyone's body has immortal light and battle intent surging, and everyone's eyes are transparent.

"Ahem, that, you put away all the armor and weapons first."

"Do you want to complete the task when you go out like this, or do you want to attract people to rob you?" Zhao Chen stretched out his hand to cover his forehead and spoke helplessly.

In a word, the whole school field laughed.

Everyone was busy putting the refined armor into the iron box they were carrying behind their backs.

It's just that even if they receive the armor and weapons, the bearing on their bodies is completely different from before.

A little more momentum in the battle formation.

"It's okay," Yun Sain, who put on a cyan robe and tied up her long hair, nodded, "Although it is far from Xuanyang Wei, it still has some foundation."

There was a bright halo in the eyes of the Yellow Fat Tiger, and he said, "Let's go, hone more opportunities, kill a few more, and it's done."

"It's time to assemble the mission."

After speaking, she took the lead in striding out of Fenglin Village.

Immortal cultivators carrying iron boxes followed in a procession.

Three hundred miles ahead, in a mountain col, thousands of immortal cultivators gathered in a mess.

There are fairies and demons here, there are

Demons, there are also gods.

Among them, the strongest cultivator was about seven or eight people who were at the peak of Heavenly Immortal Refining Void standing in front of them.

"The people from Fenglin Village are here." A one-eyed man in his thirties wearing a silver-white robe grinned and said, "I heard that Baishi in Fenglin Village was defeated, and a girl was replaced as the owner of the village."

These words made everyone around laugh.

On the big bluestone, everyone looked at Yun Satin and Yellow Fat Tiger, who led the team to arrive and stood alone in one place.

"Hey, the new owner of Fenglin Village, come and let us take a look." A bald man standing on the bluestone laughed and stretched out his hand to the white stone who was following behind Jin Huo: "Baishi village master, I heard that you were defeated by a girl?"

"Cangchang—"

The answer to this big man was a sword roar.

Thousands of zhang sword light crossed, and a sword slashed on the bluestone.

The cold of the immortal sword directly froze the bluestone.

"Boom—"

Ten zhang bluestone exploded into shards.

Those Heavenly Immortal Refining Void Realm masters standing on the bluestone didn't even have the slightest chance to resist under this sword, and they directly turned into nothingness.

With one sword, kill eight immortals and refine the void!

The sword light dissipated, and the yellow fat tiger slowly retracted his sword.

In the middle of the entire mountain col, there was a blank.

The owner of his own village, the big leader, all fell so directly?

There are more than a dozen cottage immortal cultivators here, this sword, each cottage has become an empty village without a village owner?

"Those who speak disrespectfully to the lord of my Fenglin Village," Huang Zhihu held the long sword, his eyes swept around, and his voice was cold, "There is no forgiveness for killing."

"No mercy!"

Behind her, more than 300 Fenglin Village immortal cultivators shouted, and their voices soared into the sky.

This kind of momentum made the immortal cultivators of the surrounding villages hurriedly retreat.

If you don't retreat, I'm afraid you'll be injured by mistake.

For a while, the retreating immortal cultivators collided together, and there was constant chaos.

"Hum—"

In the void, there was a roar.

A hundred-zhang flying boat flew down and hung quietly above a hundred feet.

"What a mess." A young Taoist in a blue jade robe stepped out, frowning, and shouted in a low voice.

As his voice fell, the chaos slowly subsided.

"It's the Guyang Gang, and they're one of the three major gangs on the first floor."

"This mission is issued by the Guyang Gang, summoning people from all the surrounding villages to look at the abyss."

"Shall we report to the Guyang Gang, our village master was killed by the people of Fenglin Village?"

"It's useless, people won't care."

The young man from the Guyang Gang swept his gaze and landed on Huang Zhihu, raising his eyebrows and saying, "You made the shot just now?"

"Good swordsmanship, give you half an hour to restrain everyone here."

With that, he moved, turned and returned to the deck.

"Senior Brother Qi, that sword is very beautiful, and you can see the sword light flashing from a hundred miles." On the deck, a big man in black leather armor grinned, "What, you have the intention of subduing?"

"I didn't see how this sword was just now, probably because I borrowed the advantage of the sword." The young man known as Senior Brother Qi nodded, his gaze falling on the chaotic mountain col below.

"If she really has what it takes to subdue these people, I don't mind taking them for myself."

He said it so bluntly that everyone on deck burst out laughing.

But the crowd didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

Being favored by the elite disciples of the Guyang Gang is also an opportunity for these scattered cultivators.

There was a mess below, and those immortal cultivators also heard the words of the disciples of the Guyang Gang on the Sky Flying Boat, for them, the Yellow Fat Tiger was the enemy who killed their gang leader.

"Hmph, Lao Tzu will not go with them when he dies." Someone shouted.

"Yes, avenge the helper."

"Let's go together, there are few people in Fenglin Village."

Yes

People quietly instigated.

But no one dared to come forward.

Huang Zhihu frowned, shook his head and said, "The cultivation is not good, the combat power is not good, and there is no loyalty, if we are absorbed, I am afraid that our combat power will not increase but decrease."

Zhao Chen also spoke: "Yes, it's better to ignore these people, it's enough for us to go."

The people of Fenglin Village have been training for more than ten days, and they have seen the effect of the battle formation for the first time.

There are more than 300 immortal cultivators in Fenglin Village who are also assigned armor, and each of them is much stronger than the same level.

For them, it is a drag to gather outsiders.

"Actually, the original Tianxuan Sword Cultivation Expansion Method can also be used." Yun Satin chuckled, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"Fat Tiger, you want to quickly gain a foothold for the first time, it's too slow to slowly gather the cottages everywhere."

"Then the Guyang Gang is a good choice."

Guyang Gang?

The Yellow Fat Tiger raised his head and looked at the flying boat in the sky.

That's a good idea.

Use the Guyang Gang as a springboard, and then gain a foothold on the first floor.

There are no masters on the first floor, but there are many people.

Each of the three major gangs has millions of immortal cultivators.

If you want to rely on gathering and annexing cottages everywhere to such a big force, the process is too slow.

"Okay." Yellow Fat Tiger nodded, pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and stepped out.

"Everyone in Fenglin Village obeys the order."

As her voice fell, the battle intent of those Fenglin Village immortal cultivators who were carrying iron boxes burst out, and they shouted, "Here!"

This shout made the eyes of the immortal cultivators of the Guyang Gang on the flying boat above their heads light up.

"Fenglin Village, the momentum is good."

"Not to mention the momentum, looking at this fighting spirit, it is not comparable to ordinary gangs in my Guyang Gang."

An old man with gray hair whispered.

Hearing his words, Senior Brother Qi raised his eyebrows, and the eyes of several young people beside him flashed with essence.

A female cultivator who is not weak in swordsmanship is rare.

If there is such an attendant, there will be a lot of face wherever he goes.

In addition, there is also a team of retinues whose cultivation is not bad.

The elites of the Guyang Gang, who were not ready to fight for these people, were a little moved.

"This mission was originally to help the elite selection of the middle lineage, and this can also be regarded as one of the tasks to subdue some masters." In the cabin, there was a chuckle.

As soon as these words came out, everyone on the deck had a little more fighting spirit.

Senior Brother Qi's face sank a little.

The person who spoke was the Gang Elder who was presiding over the mission.

"Let's see how she straightens out those scattered immortal cultivators." Senior Brother Qi said loudly, and his gaze fell below.

Everyone on the flying boat looked at it, with a little curiosity on their faces.

Those scattered immortal cultivators are not easy to control.

"All the disciples of Fenglin Village each recruited four fellow disciples and appointed themselves as the captains."

"The captain of the army gathered the whole team, and each team expanded into a team of 100 people, and the captain served as the captain, and after half an hour, the captain came to receive weapons and combat equipment."

The voice of the yellow fat tiger spread throughout the col.

The people of Fenglin Village recruit four people each?

Why?

These ordinary immortal cultivators in Fenglin Village are not very good at cultivating their combat power, so how can they be Wu Chang?

What else is the lieutenant, when he is to be that ordinary official gentry?

Around, those immortal cultivators were all watching, and many people had sneers on their faces.

"No!" Shiraishi shouted.

"No!"

All the Fenglin Village immortal cultivators shouted.

"Brother Big Sheep, you're going to be promoted right away." With a smile on his face, Cao Xiaowu looked at Gongsun Yangjin in front of him.

Others laughed too.

Everyone is a captain.

"Half an hour, you have to move quickly, but you can't give the fat tiger commander and white

General Shi is disgraced." Gongsun Yangjin let out a low snort, and his eyes swept around.

"We recruit sword masters, and they are all sword cultivators, and the basic cultivation method taught to us is also the way of the sword, and the sword cultivators are recruited, so it is easy to arrange."

Gongsun Yangjin's words made everyone nod.

"This team recruits eighteen immortal cultivators who have cultivated to the Heavenly Venerable realm." Not far away, there were already a few people from Fenglin Village chanting.

"I want nine places, at least to enter the Holy Realm." Others raised their hands and looked around.

It's a pity that in addition to laughing and sneering, only a few of the copycat immortal cultivators who watched were moved.

This made the immortal cultivators of Fenglin Village a little unable to get off the stage.

But they expected such a scene.

"Hum—"

With a soft sound, Cao Xiaoliu had already held the long-handled battle axe in the palm of his hand.

On his body, the surging fairy light shrouded him.

Even if he doesn't wear the armor, the refined armor will still provide him with protection.

Lingbao, after refining, not only its own strength, but also its own strength, can also be blessed and cultivated as combat power.

For example, Cao Xiaoliu at this time, with the help of a few spiritual treasures, directly improved his cultivation to the peak of human immortals, and his combat power was even more difficult to find opponents in the same level.

It's just that this is extremely expensive and can't last.

Enough is enough.

With a loud shout, he flew up and rushed forward to the crowd of immortal cultivators who were watching.

On the long-handled battle axe, a puff of silver flames rose, turning into a silver violent bear, roaring out of filial piety.

Lingbao!

The violent bear impacted, and the immortal cultivator with low cultivation turned pale, turned around and fled.

Only those in the Saint Realm or the Heavenly Venerable Realm dared to resist the Dao Technique and weapons in their hands.

There is a large array of support in Wanhua City, and although the magic power is weak, it can still be stimulated.

Outside the big array, most of the Dao power will be suppressed, and only the strength of one's own qi and blood and armor is fundamental.

"Boom—"

A single blow of the tomahawk swept away a piece.

On the flying boat overhead, those Guyang Gang immortal cultivators were all eyes lit up.

"Although with the help of the power of the spirit treasure, this fighting instinct is not bad."

Someone whispered softly, and there was a hint of solicitation in his eyes.

"Boom—"

Below, a second roar rang out.

Then, an immortal cultivator from Fenglin Village rushed out.

The best way to recruit a master is to pick it yourself!

"Peng—"

Storm Bear smashed a strong man to the ground with a punch, and Cao Xiaoliu's tomahawk cracked, pausing in his horrified and desperate gaze.

The blade of the tomahawk was only half a foot from his face.

"Convincing?" Cao Xiaoliu drank.

"Obey, obey ......" The big man was covered in cold sweat, and hurriedly trembled and whispered.

"Destroy the enemy with me." Cao Xiaoliu shouted, threw up the battle axe, and rushed forward.

The big man got up from the ground, took a breath, and hurriedly followed.

It was a mess below, but the solid-sun gang members standing on the deck were dumbfounded.

Even those elite disciples were full of surprise.

Lingbao.

It's all Lingbao!

The immortal cultivators of Fenglin Village have a spiritual treasure in their hands!

How is this possible?

Even these elite disciples, not everyone can have a spiritual treasure in their hands!

In the entire Guyang Gang, can there be a thousand people who can have Lingbao in their hands?

The Guyang Gang has millions of gangs, and on average, only one person from thousands of gangs has a spiritual treasure.

Is Fenglinzhai richer than the Guyang Gang?

"I see." On the deck, a white-haired old man stared down with greed in his eyes, "They must have discovered a secret place somewhere!"

Secret place.

Quite possibly.

In the abyss, there are countless inheritances and secrets.

countless

The story of getting rich is spread in Wanhua City.

Those who are lucky enough may be able to get a treasure trove directly.

"Looking at it this way, these people from Fenglin Village are even more worthy of being subdued." On the deck, a young man wearing a white battle armor turned his head to look at the senior disciple Qi: "Qi Yuanwu, I'm sorry, I, Xu Yang, have accepted the people from Fenglin Village."

"Haha, I, Du Xinshen, am also interested."

"Hmph, even these hundreds of spirit treasures are worth selling, I Song Ze want them."

Everyone on the deck spoke out one after another, and for a while, the battle intent collided, causing the weather to change.

This made the immortal cultivators who were fighting below all look up in horror.

Yellow Fat Tiger and Cloud Satin glanced at each other.

As superiors, they are very clear about these little calculations.

"Don't worry, let them fight." Yun Satin chuckled lightly and looked at the Fenglin Zhai disciples who were leading the team back in front of him.

Each person gathered four immortal cultivators, and this task was easy to complete.

In a matter of moments, the team of immortal cultivators in Fenglin Village had grown to more than 1,500 people.

The strong are revered in the cultivation world, and this is even more true on the first floor of Wanhua City.

His own commander has a spiritual treasure in his hand, and his combat power is strong, so it is not so difficult to accept surrender.

Even those immortal cultivators who were not selected were particularly envious.

"You wait here, the captain goes get your weapons." A middle-aged man in a black robe, dressed in a whole shirt, coughed lightly, and strode forward.

He was still a captain just now, and now, he is a captain.

A group of cultivators gathered in front of the Yellow Fat Tiger, and the Yellow Fat Tiger turned his head to look at Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen shook his head helplessly, raised his hand and threw out a bunch of sword weapons.

The black sword weapon is of excellent quality, but there is no warmth in it, and there is a lack of spirituality.

These sword weapons are the embryos of the Xuanyang Sword, and they are magic weapon-level treasures.

"One piece per person, it's also a good quality magic weapon."

Zhao Chen opened his mouth with some pain.

This grade of sword weapon needs to be warmed for a long time, and now it is already a chicken rib in his hands.

If he hadn't forgotten to deal with it in the Burial Immortal City, he wouldn't have brought it.

"Magic Weapon!"

"At least it's a medium-grade magic weapon."

The captains all shouted excitedly.

What Zhao Chen didn't look up to, but in their eyes, it was a treasure.

These swords are standard, and they are perfect for formation.

Even if it is not as good as the spirit treasure, it can be warmed for a long time and cannot be promoted to a magic weapon.

But after a while, there was already cheering all around.

Who would have thought that as soon as he surrendered, he would be able to receive a magic weapon and sword weapon immediately?

This made those immortal cultivators who chose to flee and did not invest in Fenglin Village regret it.

Fenglin Village is definitely not the previous Fenglin Village.

With this hand, it is not something that any cottage can take out.

"Alright, you form a formation and follow the ship."

In the void, the voice of the Guyang Gang's flying boat came.

The ship shook and began to move forward.

After the flying boat, golden light was sprinkled.

Huang Zhihu raised his hand and waved, leading all the people of Fenglin Village to line up to be protected by the golden light, and quickly escaped.

This surging golden light can resist the power of dead silence, but in the perception of the Yellow Fat Tiger, it can only resist a trace of it.

Therefore, the immortal cultivators on the first and second floors would not leave Wanhua City far.

Just around Wanhua City, because of the power of the large array, the power of the surrounding dead silence will be slightly thinner.

In the col below, those immortal cultivators watched with envy as the flying boat led the people of Fenglin Village to fly away.

"I'm afraid the sky on the first floor of Wanhua City is about to change......

Someone looked up and whispered softly.

"Hum—"

The flying boat rushed out of the big formation.

The yellow fat tiger who followed behind the flying boat dimmed with golden light, and everyone felt trembling.

The power of death went into the body

Erosion.

When the flying boat dragged them out of the hundreds, everyone got used to it.

"Hum—"

There was a roar on the flying boat.

"Prepare to hunt the monster!"

With a loud shout, one by one the members of the Guyang Gang flew out of the flying boat.

Behind, Huang Zhihu turned his head to look at Yun Sain: "Now is a good opportunity to train soldiers, and we are on our side."

Yun Satin nodded, leading a group of people from Fenglin Village to rush to the left side of the flying boat, while Yellow Fat Tiger led the rest of the people to the right side.

Not far away, several demon beasts of different shapes have already roared here.

The yellow fat tiger drew his sword in his hand and shouted, "Gather strength in the array!"

The battle formation that was drilled before was useless, and the means of gathering combat power in the array were the simplest.

In any case, seven or eight hundred immortal cultivators stood together and made a concerted move, and the momentum was not bad.

"Boom—"

Attracting the power of the battle array, the yellow fat tiger slashed out with a sword, and the sword light was bright, illuminating the surrounding void.

When an expert shoots, he knows the depth.

Seeing this sword, the elites of those Guyang Gang all had a gleam in their eyes.

At the top of the flying boat, an old man in a green robe with a simple face squinted his eyes.

"Good swordsmanship, this kind of combat power cultivation, on the first floor, I'm afraid it's a big plan......

"Boom—"

With a sword, the three alien beasts in front of him were cut to pieces.

Several immortal cultivators who had just entered Fenglin Village wanted to collect the scattered spiritual materials, but they were stopped by the Wu Chang beside them.

"Kill."

The yellow fat tiger stepped out with a sword, without stopping, sword by sword, cutting off the strange beasts in the surrounding void.

On the other hand, Yun Sain's own combat power is much inferior to that of the Yellow Fat Tiger, but the quality of the long sword in his hand is extremely high, and with the power of the Immortal Sword Weapon, he can easily kill the strange beast.

Those Guyang Gang gangs who scattered the flying boats didn't need to take action at all.

A moment later, all the alien beasts were killed, and the Yellow Fat Tiger waved his hand: "Gather the spiritual materials and return to the team within a hundred breaths."

Suddenly, everyone rushed to grab the spiritual materials.

Until this time, these immortal cultivators looked like the remnants of the army that had just been gathered.

The momentum that had gathered before also dissipated.

This made many people on the deck of the flying boat regret, but also breathed a sigh of relief.

If you can really gather some remnants of the army casually to gather momentum, then what is it?

The flying boat traveled all the way, through thousands of miles, and slowly reached the dark place.

Here, the power of the dead silence is strong, and the power of the Wanhua City Great Array is difficult to support.

The speed of the flying boat also slowed down.

Their destination is almost there.

"Hum—"

In the void, a roar was heard.

The yellow fat tiger looked up and saw a hundred zhang flying boats moving across the sky, skimming the sky, and streaking long traces in the dark abyss.

"Father-......"

Although she didn't see it, she sensed that her stepfather was in the fleet.

"Don't look at it, it's a three-story fleet."

"Such a fleet mission must only come out of the big forces in Wanhua City."

A voice sounded behind the Yellow Fat Tiger.

Huang Zhihu turned his head and saw a young man in a cyan battle armor with a smile on his face: "In Xia Guyang to help Chen Jinyu, I don't know the girl's name?"

"Get out." Yellow Fat Tiger's hand rests on the hilt of the sword.