It was another year of opening the mountain and collecting apprentices, and the people under the mountain shouted horses and neighed. The outer disciples who worked with Amos in the outer courtyard back then had already become disciples and went to work hard in the vast world. It's time to add new people to the Heavenly Hell Sect.

This year, the situation in Viet Nam is tense. The old emperor suddenly fell ill, he was in a coma in bed for a long time, and he could no longer see things, the princes were fighting for the imperial power, the surrounding countries were also eyeing each other, and the murderers and bandits also took the opportunity to form gangs, and the world began to be turbulent, and everyone was in danger. But in this way, there are more people who flock to the Heavenly Hell Sect to learn martial arts, and there are a few kung fu skills in the troubled times, and there is also a little more insurance coefficient for protecting the family and protecting themselves.

The terrain of the Heavenly Hell Mountain is vast, and even the Heavenly Hell Sect at the southern foot also occupies a very large area, and it is not dangerous to raise three or five hundred more people. Moreover, the new disciples have to engage in production, and the more people there are, the richer the resources.

The essence of the Heavenly Hell Sect was now revealed. This year's outer disciples collected more than 470 people from five battalions at once, and they were well arranged, and they were not hectic at all. At that time, Amos's outer disciples were only one hundred and eighty men and women.

This time, the male disciples of the outer gate of the four battalions were arranged on both sides of the Shuangjiao Peak, each of them opened up wasteland, and in the morning, they went to the expanded outer courtyard to collectively practice the basic skills. The sixty-four disciples of the women's camp are still arranged in the north peak, they don't have to farm, but they need to work in the female red to earn the contribution of the sect, and the clothes of the disciples on the mountain are all from their hands.

The medicinal fields of Amos Xiangyang Valley were also required to expand to about ten acres, and all kinds of medicinal materials were in short supply in the mountains. After these years of physical tempering, it is already easy to do this little farm work, and one person and one mouse can easily complete the planting task, but in this way, the ordinary can not get rid of it, and it is far away to go into the mountain to collect medicine, not to mention the big beehive in the recess of the mountain that the jade rat has been obsessed with.

Unexpectedly, Amos's first descent mission came. In the face of the increasingly tense domestic situation, the Heavenly Hell Sect also began to shrink. Uncle Zhao Zifeng, who had been stationed outside for many years, felt unsafe and proposed to the sect to transport the valuable materials of the head office back to the mountains. The Heavenly Hell Sect immediately sent most of the inner disciples and the outer disciples of the two battalions to greet them, and no one wanted to have an accident.

The brigade of people and horses marched through the state and town, and went straight to Taiping City, an important commercial town in Dayue State, non-stop.

Along the way, Amos saw dilapidated village houses, plagued by bandits, and bones. The civil war is about to break out, and the people's hearts have long been panicked, and once the war is raging, I don't know how many people will survive.

These descended the mountain, and Amos met an old acquaintance, the war boy. The two don't know each other, and they admire each other's firmness back then. When the task was assigned, the two happened to be together, each leading a team of sixteen outer disciples, and was responsible for the finishing work at the back of the team. Along the way, the two became more acquainted.

The body of the war boy is more burly. After nearly three years of training under Zhao Zicheng's uncle, his "Heavenly Hell Mountain Palm" also has a small success, and he is strict in his starting battles, with more wins and fewer losses. And he is chivalrous, along the way, the daily training of the outer disciples of the two teams was led by him. Get up early in the morning to practice the basic skills, lead the horse step punching, and after camping at night, he urges the outer disciples to fight and practice against each other, hone their fighting spirit and blood.

Amore can't listen or speak, but his thinking is very delicate, which just complements the war boy. Set up camp, contain the whole team, dispatch supplies, and leave nothing missing. Outside the war boy and inside Amos, they complemented each other along the way and successfully arrived in Taiping City.

The Heavenly Hell Sect's industry in the Great Yue Kingdom is huge, and this time it was concentrated in Taiping City, and the sect's materials were piled up. The disciples who came to greet them this time were well treated, and they changed their clothes and rewarded them before they entered the city, and then rested for a few days, and after all the supplies were loaded into the car, they returned to the mountain collectively.

The war boy was born poor, and he was very envious of the prosperous Taiping City, and when he saw that there was nothing to do, he took Amos to go into the city for a walk. The bag of silver taels that the inner disciples in the sect rewarded made the war boy itch in his heart.

Amos didn't want to go to the city, he was physically disabled, he didn't want to show his head psychologically, and he didn't have anything to buy. But he couldn't help the war boy from entering the door again and again, so he had to sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman.

The war boy is also the first time to go down the mountain to go out of the school. Zhao Zicheng's uncle has strict rules, and he is not allowed to go out of the mountain before his martial arts are completed. Amos is even more so, according to the meaning of the master, is to let him die of old age on the mountain.

The two of them had already crossed paths, and they were both relaxed, so they packed up and got up to go shopping. However, as soon as he entered the city, Amos regretted it, hating that he had to know the war boy.

Although he is tall and powerful in his twenties, he is addicted to the prosperity of Taiping City, and he is like a child, and he is curious about everything. With a handful of sugar gourds in his big fan-like hand and some cooked snacks in the other hand, he ate all the way, his eyes were still staring at the unknown food in the store next to him, and the corners of his mouth were drooling. From time to time, he dragged Amos with his dirty hands, pointed to the tall floor, and shouted.

Amos looked everywhere to see if there was a rat hole to get into, this foodie with a big belly like a cow had become a scene on this food street, and he didn't realize it.

Under the stiff drag, Amos dragged the reluctant child-eating out and turned into East Street. On the way, Amos made a clear inquiry, and there were various weapon shops on this street. Sure enough, the sound of clanging iron resounded on this wide East Street.

All this time, Amos did not have a weapon to fit his hands. The dragon whip is all cast on the ground, and the general long whip can't meet the requirements, and the fingers on his hand are mutilated, and the ordinary long whip is not easy to grasp, so this time I have to look for it. The war boy practiced palm skills and did not need additional weapons, but the cold and bright sword still attracted the attention of this man.

The two of them were not in a hurry, and they looked at one shop after another. At this moment, there was a burst of laughter from the streets, "Fool, come to sell your heirloom treasure again!" The laughter grew louder and louder, pulling the curious war boy over. Amos glanced at it and continued to look for his whip.

But for a while, the war boy has not returned. Surprised, Amos walked over to the crowd in a circle.

It's a good laugh inside. Amos couldn't hear the sound, but he knew that these people were watching a joke when he looked at the people around him. Feeling that the war boy was inside, he squeezed into it with all his might.

In the human circle are war boys and a fool who is mixed up with blades of grass. The war boy was fighting with an iron rod in his hand, and the fool was fighting with the other end of the iron rod. It turned out that this fool of unknown origin suddenly came to this street a few days ago, took this iron rod and sold it to people, saying that it was an ancestral treasure and sold it at a high price. Some people were pitiful and gave some silver taels casually, but the fool resolutely refused to sell them. Let's try my luck again today.

The war boy felt strange, so he took the iron rod and looked at it. The iron rod was strange, heavy, and clearly a handle at one end, like a thin sword stuck in a club-like scabbard, with some gaps in the sheath.

The war boy wanted to pull it out, but no matter how hard he tried, he didn't respond. The fool also stepped forward to help, and the two of them had been tug-of-war for a long time, but the iron rod was still the same.

Amos squeezed forward, patted the war boy, and motioned for no more treasures. Then he casually took the iron rod and prepared to return it to the fool, and suddenly found that this was really a treasure, and it turned out to be a magic weapon used by cultivators. When I was practicing in the Nagisa Moon Realm back then, I saw a lot of this kind of treasure, and mortals couldn't use it, but cultivators could use it with spiritual power. I don't know what this magic weapon is, but this familiar feeling can't be wrong.

As soon as Amos held the magic weapon, he was accustomed to using spiritual power to stimulate it, and Bai Liang, who was closely related to spiritual power, broke out violently. The tide of pain came immediately, and the meridians that had almost dissipated in the flesh and blood were torn off inch by inch, and the whole body was in pain like a thousand cuts, and Amos fell to the ground suddenly, his hands and feet stiffened together in pain, and his muscles spasmed and convulsed all over the body.

The war boy was stunned next to him, he didn't expect things to be like this, and hurriedly begged the surrounding shop guys to find a doctor. He didn't let go of the iron rod that caused the culprit of this incident, and gave all the silver taels on his body to the fool, bought the iron rod at a high price, and when he returned to the place where he was stationed, he asked the uncles to check it.

A white-haired old doctor who heard the news couldn't do anything, and after checking his pulse, he couldn't find the crux of the problem, so he helped find a car and sent it back to the manor outside the east gate.

The scale of the Heavenly Hell Sect's operation this time was huge, and they found a manor outside the city as a place to settle down in advance. When Uncle Zhao Zifeng saw that there was a cart to transport back the disciples of the sect, he thought that something was wrong, and hurriedly led people over to Zhang Luo. The war boy did not change his concealment, and explained the matter seriously.

Seeing this situation, he understood that it was Amos's hidden illness, and hurriedly stepped forward to explain that he had committed it in the mountains before, and it would be good to rest for a day. Moreover, even Uncle Zhao Zizhi can't help this disease.

Knowing that it was a false alarm, Zhao Zifeng was still very annoyed, and strictly ordered all the disciples to guard the manor, no one could go out, and the war boy was even fined 100 points of contribution.

Knowing that Amos couldn't die, the war boy put his mind at ease, and he didn't feel at ease when he deducted some money, and continued to take care of the sick number by the side until Amos slowly recovered and fell asleep again.

The next day, the war boy came over with a smile on his face to apologize, and Amos waved his hand again and again to tell him not to worry. Of course, the broken stick will be kept as compensation.

The war boy is now entangled in affairs, and he has to dedicate himself to the sect like a cow in order to make up for the huge deficit in the sect's contribution. After visiting, he hurried there.

Amos held this magic weapon and thought about it, what a style it was back then, but all this ruined the evil youth of Xuancheng, and now he is disabled, and this revenge must be avenged.

But what kind of goods is in this poisonous iron rod? If its own spiritual power cannot be used, can the natural divine power of heaven and earth that has been cultivated for many years stimulate this magic weapon?

In the evening, the impatient Amos drove away the war boys who had come to offer their courtesy, relaxed their bodies, and slowly waited for the moon to rise in the middle of the sky.

In the dead of night, Amos quietly went outside, found a secluded place, and slowly ran the holy law. Beside him, that little bit of natural divine power flew like fireflies. Amos carefully rotated the kamikaze, trying to move more of the natural divine power to the iron rod beside him.

Again and again, Amos worked hard to compress the width of the kamikaze, trying to condense the kamikaze whirlpool around him, so that the divine power driven by the kamikaze whirlwind was even stronger. Then, he blew the condensed kamikaze whirlwind onto the iron rod and desperately poured natural divine power into it.

One hour, two hours, three hours, the waning moon has set in the west, the sky is about to brighten, and the iron rod has not yet moved. Amos was a little mentally exhausted, and had been concentrating on concentrating on the kamikaze, and his energy was extremely expended, although the kamikaze had been compressed to a very physical sense, but the iron rod was still unmoved.

One last time, Amos looked at the sky in the distance, and it seemed that it was about to dawn. Once again, Amos finished compressing the kamikaze whirlwind, moving it all to his side, allowing the wind of nature's divine power to spray towards the iron rod. As soon as the whirlwind passed, Amos quickly closed his eyes and concentrated, allowing his nerves, which had been tense all night, to rest for a while.

In the darkest hour before dawn, the half-waning moon seemed to shine brighter. The swarthy iron rod suddenly lit up with a soft light, and then the light was thrown more than a foot away. After a while, the light dissipated, and a long black cord stretched across the ground, slowly disappearing into the night.

As the light slowly brightened, Amos felt that he was almost rested, stretched his bones, and was about to get up. When he touched the iron rod casually, he turned to look at it, and was surprised to find that this magic weapon had been stimulated.

That long black rope has a very good texture, and now it has no spiritual power, and it is impossible to distinguish the grade, and it is estimated that it is also a sought-after treasure in the spiritual world, I don't know how it fell to the fool ancestor back then.

Although there is no spiritual power, it cannot exert the power of the magic weapon, but it is also a good choice as an outer weapon. After a few strokes, the long black rope was very easy to use as a whip, and it was very comfortable to hold between the palms with three fingers missing.

Amos didn't want to spend another night restoring the magic weapon back to the iron rod, so he casually wrapped the black rope around his waist, no matter how he looked at it, it was a weapon that fit his hand.