Zhang Mingyuan took the long sword, bowed down and said, "Disciple understands. ”

The big and small matters of the Mitian Sword Sect are no longer handled by Han Muye in ordinary times, but Zhang Mingyuan is in charge.

Although Xu Fengran and the others were strong in their cultivation, they were not clear about the affairs of the Mitian Sword Sect, and they did not have the leisure to care about these things.

Only Zhang Mingyuan's identity is the most suitable.

Han Muye followed the soldiers forward, passing through the camps, and in front of them were stretches of black military tents.

The tent of the town guards.

The town guards who guarded the large camp were stationed here.

Behind the black tent was a blood-stained space.

Although it can't be seen clearly, the surging qi and blood power that is revealed are surging, making people's hearts palpitate.

Among them, there are heaven and earth surging forces.

Above the beginning, the realm of Qiankun.

Over there, there are many powerhouses in the Qiankun realm.

Han Muye's eyes narrowed, and a trace of sword light flashed in his eyes, as if it was about to break through the heavens and earth.

That should be where Zhen Tianwei lives.

"This is Sect Master Han Muye, right?" A voice sounded, and a big man in a cyan robe walked over and looked at Han Muye.

"I don't know if Sect Master Han still remembers that I am not afraid of the Golden Body Sect?"

No fear of the Golden Body Sect.

At the beginning, he participated in the siege and killing of the Mitian Sword Sect, and in the end, he lost a lot of money.

The Miyue Peak led by Han Muye had fought against them.

Looking at Han Muye's expression, the big man laughed: "Sect Master Han naturally doesn't remember, in the next-"

"Shao Ming." Han Muye's words made Dahan stunned.

He was the fearless Golden Body Sect elder Shao Ming who had commanded all forces to besiege Miyue Peak.

It's just that Shao Ming at this time no longer has the gray hair, but has a strong body and is full of qi and blood.

Obviously, his cultivation has improved, making his qi and blood strength stronger.

In Han Muye's eyes, Shao Ming at this time was in the middle stage of the Dao Destroying Realm.

"Hehe, it's good that Sect Master Han can recognize me." Shao Ming's eyes narrowed, looked at Han Muye, and said with a chuckle: "How can you say that our two sects are also neighbors, don't say that I didn't take care of you." ”

"Even if you are the Heavenly Sword Sect, you dare to take charge of a large army."

Stretching out his hand and pointing to the military tent behind him, Shao Ming said coldly: "That's Lord Yu Rongkai's military tent, and my lord wants to see you." ”

After speaking, he stood to the side and sneered as Han Muye walked towards the military tent.

This is a large camp of the coalition army, and tens of millions of troops are assembled, and it is easier to kill one person than to pinch an ant to death.

Han Muye walked into the military tent quickly, and saw that in the wide military tent, a big man in black armor was standing there with his hands behind his back.

Han Muye walked into the military tent, and the big man turned his head, his eyes narrowed, with a hint of coldness: "Who are you?" ”

"Why did you come to the Great Tent of the Capital?"

Han Muye stopped and looked at the big man in front of him.

Dahan's expression was real, and he really wondered why he came.

"My name is Han Muye."

"Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect."

Han Muye's voice sounded.

The big man frowned, looked at Han Muye's figure, and said in a deep voice: "What is the matter with coming to see Bendu?" ”

Han Muye did not speak.

Because there was already a noisy sound outside the big tent behind him.

Several figures rushed into the big tent.

"Han Muye, you dare to assassinate Lord Dutong!"

"Does the Heavenly Sword Sect want to rebel? Dare to come to the military tent of the Lord of the Metropolitan to assassinate! ”

He Chengyang, who was wearing a white robe, ran into the big tent, and pointed a blue-gray staff at Han Muye in his hand.

On the other side, several soldiers in black armor also pointed their swords and guns at Han Muye, the killing intent on their bodies was condensed, as long as Han Muye moved, they were ready to make a move.

The big man in the big tent frowned, but did not speak.

Seeing Han Muye standing there with a calm face, He Chengyang smiled and stepped forward slowly: "You are Han Muye, Han Muye who dares to be the enemy of my Yuntian Dao Gate." ”

The wooden staff in his hand pointed at Han Muye's chest, and his face showed arrogance: "If you dare to come to the military tent to assassinate the officials of the Immortal Dynasty, you and the Heavenly Sword Sect behind you will be destroyed." ”

"Stabbing?" Han Muye spread out his hand and said lightly, "I didn't bring a sword." ”

A sword cultivator didn't bring a sword.

This is clearly not an assassination.

He Chengyang was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and pulled out the long sword hanging from the waist of a soldier beside him.

"Dangchang."

The long sword was thrown at Han Muye's feet.

He Chengyang looked at Han Muye and sneered, "Now there is a sword." ”

Han Muye's face remained unchanged, and he nodded, "I understand." ”

The big man standing in front of him showed impatience on his face and glanced at He Chengyang.

He Chengyang hurriedly bowed: "Uncle, this person is against my Yuntian Dao Sect, and now there is no order to come to your military account, I can't help but punish it, it's better to-"

Before he finished speaking, the big man waved his hand: "Take it to the prison and detain it." ”

Several soldiers stepped forward, and Han Muye didn't need them to push and capture, and walked out of the big tent directly.

The ironclad man turned his head, looked at He Chengyang, and said in a deep voice: "I don't care about your nonsense, but if you ruin the big thing of accumulating merit in exchange for the qualification of Zhen Tianwei, I will not show mercy to my nephew." ”

He Chengyang trembled, and hurriedly whispered: "Uncle, don't worry, the military camp set up by the Yuntian Dao Gate will definitely be at your disposal." ”

These words made the iron-armored man's face soothe a little and wave his hand.

He Chengyang hurriedly walked out of the big tent and looked at the soldiers who were escorting Han Muye away.

He stepped forward, whispered a few words in the ear of the leading soldier, and sent two more rocks to him.

This is the Qiankun Pantian Stone, and one piece is a thousand lower grade Pantian Stone.

A few soldiers glanced at it, took the Rock Stone, then nodded, and led Han Muye away.

Watching Han Muye leave, He Chengyang showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"Conquer the heavens and decide to die, not to mention that you haven't reached the Origin Realm, even if you are in the Qiankun Realm, there are few who can come back alive."

"If you offend me Yuntian Daomen, that's the end."

He Chengyang sneered and whispered, while Shao Lin beside him bowed and waited.

"Let's go, let's go to receive the sect's camp and form a military formation."

"If my uncle can become a town guard, my Yuntian Dao Sect will definitely have a good life in the future."

……

Zhentian Death Camp.

Han Muye looked at the cultivators around him who were sitting cross-legged, lying down, or bored.

"Boy, no matter how you came here, since you came, your fate is already sealed."

An old man with unkempt hair and beard turned his head to look at Han Muye.

On the other side, there was a big man in black half-armor, who was also staring at Han Muye.

"The death camp, every time you go out, you fight in front."

"If you don't die in ten battles, you can be free."

"If you don't die in a hundred battles, you can enter the town of Tianwei."

The voice of the half-armored man sounded.

He walked towards Han Muye, and slowly reached out and smashed it down.

The other people scattered around all watched as the punch smashed towards Han Muye at this time.

They have seen this scene countless times.

"Bang."

A punch hit Han Muye's chest, and Han Muye's body did not move at all.

"Can hold me with one punch and not die, and is qualified to follow me behind." The big man laughed, his face softened.

The rest of the people around were a little more relaxed.

The big man's arm was raised again, and the qi and blood on his body condensed.

"Take another punch from me, don't die, and be qualified to walk with me."

"Bang-"

With another punch, Han Muye still didn't move.

Around, there were several exclamations.

"Okay, charge later, you walk with me." The big man spoke loudly.

"What about the three punches?" Han Muye's voice sounded.

Dahan was stunned for a moment, and laughed: "Three punches don't die, Lao Tzu will rush with you." ”

As the words fell, he raised his hand and punched out.

As soon as this punch came out, there was a blood-colored streamer around him, and the power of the origin was surging and surging.

The power of heaven and earth is all in the fist, and this punch has the power to destroy the Dao!

In the death camp, the Dao Destroying Realm is already a master.

Everyone around them held their breath and watched the punch fall.

At this moment, Han Muye's palm was raised, and his palm was pushed forward.

"Only by resisting my palm can you be qualified to go with me."