"Boom ......"

On the official road leading to Bazhou Mansion and Jingjiang Mansion, hundreds of gold-armored cavalry rode through with great momentum and galloped through, raising dust all over the sky for a long time.

The horse is a demon horse from the Western Regions wearing armor and having a single horn, with a mane and flying hooves, strong and vigorous, and it is ten feet in an instant.

The soldiers are all dressed in fine gold light armor, silver helmets, and hand-held black iron lances, aged about twenty-five or sixteen, unified in the realm of the fifth grade, all with slightly convex temples, cold and bloodthirsty eyes, full of murderous aura after battlefield fighting, and they can't fake it at all.

Jiang's Iron Floating Guard——

50,000 people were selected from the 100,000 orphans of the Zhou soldiers in the Western Regions, cultivated from an early age, and in the end only 2,000 people were screened, which was the Jiang family's private guards who would never hesitate to rebel.

Five hundred iron floating guards were dispatched at the same time, and it hadn't happened for more than ten years!

Along the way, the government and the city were already shocked.

There were two people in front of the cavalry, one of them was in his forties, wearing golden armor, holding a long knife with a cold iron coil dragon, and a beard, it was the commander of the Tiefuwei, the little grandmaster and master Sheng Lingge, with three snake scales on his forehead, and he had the blood of the demon clan in the Western Regions.

The other person, riding a two-horned, blood-eyed demon horse, was a woman, about twenty years old, wearing a black tight-fitting smoke cloud butterfly dress, with red phoenix eyes, exquisite facial features, a delicate face, long hair tied in a son's bun, and a cold look like stagnant water in the depths of winter.

This kind of coldness is inherently cold, like a person without emotion!

In the heroic posture, the momentum is vague and restrained, but the inadvertent action implies the power of thunder.

Half-step Grand Master, Zen clothes!

"Seven days late! I don't know what happened to the son? Sheng Lingge's voice was dull.

"Have you ever passed on the envoys of the two states?"

The voice of Zen clothes seems to be only on a parallel line, so that people can't hear the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"It has been preached, and the people have arrived!"

Brother Sheng Ling looked ahead, only to see that on both sides of the road, there were already thousands of horsemen waiting, the first one was also in golden helmet and iron armor, about fifty years old, and ushered in from afar: "Li Huaizong, the envoy of Xiaguan Bazhou, has seen the Zen Yi Sect Master and Sheng Commander!"

Brother Sheng Ling waved his hand, the five hundred iron floating guards were forbidden, and the demon horse raised its hooves and neighed, shocking people's hearts.

Zen Yi lightly lifted the two-horned demon horse and looked at the visitor: "Is there any news of the world?"

Li Huaizong hesitated for a moment: "It is said that the order of the Zhenwu Division has been withdrawn, but it is just ...... Xia Guan has just sent someone to inform the five factions that the specific whereabouts of the prince have not yet been ......."

Before he finished speaking, he had already received a heavy whip on his face.

"How can you have the heart to come to greet you, there are no masters in the Bazhou army? If the prince of the world makes a mistake, you Li Huaizong will go to the crown and go to the old lady to be punished! ”

Five hundred Iron Floating Guards have roared away.

The whipping made Li Huaizong not only not complain, but showed a trace of panic in his eyes, and turned around and scolded angrily: "Have all the masters in the army been spilled out?" What are you doing in a daze, chasing! ”

……

Inside a low, run-down tavern.

Xin Zhuo had already eaten seven catties of beef, and he was still not full, and Kuaizi stood with wine, writing and drawing on the table, and stopped at this moment.

On the table are the words Shaolin, Wudang, Gu Cang, Lingjian and Heshan.

Countdown to the half-step little grandmaster entering the country: 7 days.

He had already taken four half-step little grandmasters around for seven or eight days, and those masters were stronger, but the light skills were a little weaker, and it was a little difficult to catch up with him.

But he didn't dare to stop for too long, and he had to pay attention to being surrounded from time to time, Zhao Ling and the four of them could always catch up half an hour later.

What he was most worried about now was the little Grandmaster who hadn't shown up yet, and even Chen Si's information was inaccurate, and there were other masters?

But now he decided to take a risk and do something big to relieve his hatred!

Pick up Kuaizi and cross out Shaolin and Wudang, leaving only Heshan, Lingjian and Gu Cang.

In the past few days, on the way, he easily caught dozens of nearby Jianghu masters, and after careful interrogation and analysis, he came to a conclusion-

In these three major sects, there are many five-grade masters, but only the three people who enter the half-step little grandmaster are chasing and killing them behind.

His eyes flickered, and he slammed Huanglong, you do the first year of junior high school, and I do the fifteenth.

The figure flashed and disappeared in place.

"Hey!"

The tavern owner, who had been staring at the tattered and dirty boy, hurried to the table, only to see a few pieces of silver on the table swaying endlessly.

didn't eat white food, the boss breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the silver and weighed it a few times, and couldn't help frowning: "A few dollars are missing, these Jianghu people don't pay attention to the rules!"

Half an hour later, four figures entered the tavern angrily with a powerful momentum, and one of them angrily grabbed the tavern owner's neck: "Did you see a ragged boy just now?"

The tavern owner looked frightened and pointed out the window: "Ah, yes, it's gone!"

"Whoosh-"

The four of them were gone, and the strong wind knocked over the spice table on the side, sprinkling salt and soy sauce on the ground.

The tavern owner was stunned for a long time, and sighed and cleaned up: "These Jianghu people don't talk about morality at all."

……

The Spirit Sword Sect, built on a low mountain, after two hundred years, five generations of efforts, a total of 116 pavilions.

Among them, there are library buildings, lecture pavilions, martial arts arenas, financial pavilions, instrument pavilions, and so on, which are classified and orderly.

There are more than 1,000 disciples, including elders, true disciples, inner doors, outer doors, miscellaneous servants, servants, and disciples of inheritance, good wealth, construction workers, charity, gatekeepers, etc., with a clear division of labor.

Zhang Feng is both an inner disciple and a gatekeeper disciple, the second seven-grade realm, this realm is not too high, but in the eyes of the people in the rivers and lakes outside who suffer from no martial arts classics, cannot enter, and life and death are common things, it is already quite good.

Besides, he was only nineteen years old.

At this moment, he looked at the other three gatekeeper disciples around him, and said with a wry smile: "It is said that the Demon Sect has been making a lot of trouble recently, and a friend of mine, Bapinjing, just had a little talk with the Demon Sect disciple a few days ago, and his legs were broken, and I am afraid that I can only lie on the bed for the rest of my life."

The horse-faced disciple on the opposite side shook his head and said: "There are many disputes in the rivers and lakes, there are many conspiracies and tricks, how can I wait for the sword to see blood, or I am waiting for the comfort sent by the gate!"

Another female disciple said: "This is true, the third senior sister Zhao Li went out a few days ago, and it seems that she has suffered a lot of losses, and now that she has returned, I am afraid that she will be able to sleep peacefully."

Zhang Feng chuckled: "Do things well, and if you enter the sixth grade in the future, we will be able to be promoted to the true inheritance, and the example money will also increase."

"Hehehe......"

The four looked at each other and smiled, then ...... Little by little, the smile disappeared.

A man came from outside the mountain gate in front of him, a young man in ragged clothes, holding a gilded spear in his hand, and his eyes exuded a look that no one could understand.

Although I can't see the realm, this appearance naturally can't be someone who came to apprentice.

"Who trespassed on my Spirit Sword Sect, what do you want to do?"

The four of them had serious faces, and they all pulled out the long swords at their waists, looking at each other coldly, maintaining the dignity of the big faction!

"What? Steal your home! ”

The young man sneered, and the strange white and yellow true qi had already flown in.

The four of them had the heart to resist, but they were chilled and numb by the yellow and white true qi of the whole body, and then flew out upside down.

In a dizzy mind, I saw that the young man had already wielded a spear, wrapped in terrifying power, and smashed the gate of the Spirit Sword Sect, which had been established for more than two hundred years.

Afterwards, his figure flashed, and he had already entered the broken gate.

"It turns out that in the sect, it is also unsafe! What the hell is this! ”

Zhang Feng thought so before he fell into a coma.