Han Fan was the first to react, and ran over.

"Fat brother, let me tell you, it's inefficient for you to look for it like this, ordinary soldiers don't have anything valuable, you have to see the armor target those small commanders and leaders. ”

The fat man thought about it, what Han Fan said did make sense.

Han Fan endured the strong smell of blood, ignoring the soldiers who had already been frightened a mile away, and the fat man concentrated on finding wealth.

A loud horn sounded, and the general under the mountain then consciously ordered the herald to blow the horn of retreat, and the soldiers seemed to have heard the most beautiful natural sound, and they turned around and ran without saying a word.

It's one thing to dare to fight hard, it's another thing to die, if the disparity in strength is too large to cause the number of people to be unable to equalize the disadvantage, sending death and sacrifice has become the primary problem in everyone's mind.

Sacrifice is okay, but it doesn't make sense for so many people to sacrifice in vain.

Why the general, who has always been at the forefront of the charge, chose to command the soldiers to charge at the foot of the mountain this time is very intriguing.

If the general were to tell the truth, he would scold the person who asked this question for having a sick brain, and if he went up, he would die, and he would be stupid enough to go up.

Ordinary soldiers are okay, he will definitely be killed by the unfathomable strength of the Smiler in that intelligence with a sword in an instant, oh no, maybe the Nightmare kills him without a sword!

Thinking of this, the general felt a little sad in his heart, but when he heard the fat man's sword described by the scout, the general was more excited about the wise choice he had made.

Thinking like this in his heart, the general still had a sad look on his face, and there was still some unwillingness in the grief, such complex emotions were what a general should look like when facing this situation.

"Brothers, I can't stand you, I know that you all want to kill those bastards who have lost their conscience, and I don't want to, but the enemy's strength is too strong, I can't bear to let you continue to die!" The general thumped his chest with grief.

"General Zhang, it's our strength that is too weak. Shame on you. One soldier choked up, his face freshly dried and coagulated by the wind and wet with tears, looking a little miserable.

The general saw that his soldiers were so loyal, and immediately abandoned the little Jiujiu in his heart before, he was happy at the same time, how could he not be angry, why not heartache, but war is war, it is so cruel and ruthless, you have to accept it if you don't accept it.

Today's ending, if the fat man's side is defeated, the dead are dead, and the captives are captured, who are they going to reason with?

Fair? In the cultivation realm, only people of comparable strength and skill may talk about this.

Seeing the enemy soldiers fleeing in the desert, Han Fan dared to breathe a sigh of relief and started his treasure hunt with confidence with confidence.

"You and I are fellow believers!" The fat man squinted and smiled sneakily when he saw Han Fan quietly put a bag of tips into his chest.

"Hahahaha, don't dare to be, don't dare to be, little brother, this is following your steps, you go to the east, we will also go east, you go to the sky, we will cheer and shout below. Han Fan shrunk his neck and smiled, the appearance of the two at this time really had to be defined by embarrassment.

When the two of them returned to the team with serious expressions, several people looked at the fat man and Han Fan with strange eyes, and several people saw the whole process of the two of them, although Han Fan also scavenged a lot, but compared to the fat man, he still fell behind.

"You ......" This is the third time Chuangang wants to talk and stop, what she has experienced today is really unbelievable to her.

"It's almost time for us to retreat, the enemy already has a rough idea of our depths, next time, it won't be these shrimp soldiers and crab generals. The fat man said with a serious face, but God seemed to be determined to dismantle his platform, and just as the fat man turned around, three bags fell off from his sleeves.

Everyone stopped their movements in unison and looked at the three innocent people lying on the ground in amazement.

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence at this moment.

"Ahem. The fat man pretended to cough twice, his face turned around without blushing and his heart was not beating, "Oops, why did you fall to the ground, it's all dirty, Han Fan, why don't I exchange these three with you?"

"......" Han Fan was helpless, saying that big brother, you turned out of the pile of dead people, how clean can it be?

"Boss, don't talk hard if you don't have anything to talk about, let's withdraw quickly. Chasing the wind honestly said that he always had something to say.

Although he didn't like the words, he relieved the fat man's embarrassment, patted the shoulder of the chasing wind, and the fat man walked in front with small steps with satisfaction.

At this time, at the headquarters of Confucianism in Zhongzhou, a wooden door plaque said that the small attic of the green field residence was not, and the middle-aged man surnamed Han and his little apprentice were each looking at a book.

The middle-aged man rubbed his brows, there was always a strange feeling in his heart recently, this feeling was mysterious and mysterious, and even with the middle-aged man's cultivation, he couldn't tell whether this was a good omen or a bad omen.

People who have reached his realm will never have any inexplicable illusions, every intuition must mean something, he recalled what he had seen in recent years, and remembered the boy who was smiling at him in the tavern and saying that self-cultivation is life-saving.

Han Jun's original idea was just because of his own master, so he left a good fate in his old man's hometown, as for how far and how high the young man can go, it is the creation of his details.

But somehow, when Han Jun thought of this young man, his mind no longer switched to the next person he met, but kept recalling the bits and pieces from meeting that young man, which was an acquired intuition that a master of divination had, Han Jun knew that this strange feeling that lasted for several days was inseparable from that young man.

The young man was naturally Han Fan from Xinghua Town at the beginning, and he entertained the two masters with a meal and a few cups of apricot blossom brew, in exchange for a chance to practice and a token that was enough to alarm all the sects.

Taking out the yarrow and a tortoise shell with an old and broken style, the middle-aged man deduced it, and the hexagram turned out to be a fog that could not be seen clearly, although he Han Jun was a monk who was famous for his strength and strength, but those who really knew him would know that his fortune calculation was not bad at all, except for the big man of the Nine Realms, he couldn't calculate the blessings and misfortunes of the rest of the people, but now he was stuck here in Han Fan.

How many years has Han Fan only stepped into the cultivation process? If he dies, he will also be in the Five Realms, and it would be too fantastical to say that the Nine Realms caused Han Jun to fail in his calculations.

Frowning and pondering for a while, Han Jun put away the yarrow and dripped blood on the tortoise shell.

"Ask the sky. Han Jun spoke.

A stream of red energy floated out from the tortoise shell, with Han Jun as the center, and the white clouds within a radius of five miles gathered above Han Jun's head.

"Ask Han Fan. The middle-aged man said lightly.

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, the white clouds gathered above his head turned black in an instant, and the lightning and thunder began to roar in an instant when the sky was still clear, and the thunder rolled in the dark clouds, Han Jun's brows furrowed even deeper, only to see him put away the tortoise shell, waved his hand, and the thick clouds that rolled with lightning scattered in an instant, and the sky returned to clear again, as if everything just now was an illusion.

"I still can't see clearly, it shouldn't be, I'm just counting his life and death, how can this be?" Han Jun muttered.

His closed-door little apprentice jumped out and ran out, "Master, are you in the catastrophe again?" The little apprentice looked excited, the stronger his master is, the more face he will have in the future by following his master to the north and south.

"Do you remember the roast duck boy you had in mind?" Han Jun looked at his disciple with a smile.

"Of course I remember, master, you promised me to go there again and take me to eat roast duck when I have time. The apprentice's face was red, but he still said honestly.

"The master naturally hasn't forgotten, isn't it that he's been busy lately, because the master just calculated a hexagram for the roast duck boy, but he didn't calculate anything, and he almost caused a catastrophe. Han Jun said with a smile.

"Then is he in any danger, isn't it a tribulation, master, if you count it again, I will protect you by the side, I think it dares to come!" The little apprentice pretended to be fierce and stared at his big eyes, standing with his hands on his hips, very cute.

"Okay. Unexpectedly, Han Jun responded seriously, and took out the tortoise shell and yarrow again, this time he crushed the yarrow into powder and evenly spread it on the tortoise shell.

"Come, boy. Han Jun said with a smile.

"Hmph, if I wasn't worried about the danger of the roast duck boy, I wouldn't have bled you easily!" After noticing his mistake in Han Fan's name, he covered his mouth with one hand, and trotted over to the tortoise shell with the other.

Han Jun waved his hand, and a drop of red blood glowing with gold flew out of the palm of the little apprentice's hand, and slowly landed on the tortoise shell, but there was no injury on his hand.

If there is a boss in the Nine Realms who sees the child's blood that is different from ordinary people, he will definitely open his mouth in surprise, according to ancient records:

"The reincarnation of a saint has a pilgrimage in his blood. ”

The pilgrimage is just a metaphor, generally related to the "holy" people and things, will be equated with gold, that is to say, the meaning of the pilgrimage posture is that the blood is glowing with gold, when the saint reincarnated adult, his blood will completely turn golden, that is the pure pilgrimage posture.

This time, the divination finally had a result, but this result surprised Han Jun, and the result of the hexagram was only two words:

Immortal rebellion.

The combination of these two words is not a joke, the realm of immortal has been the result of all cultivators' hard work since ancient times.

Immortal Rebellion Reverse Immortal Han Jun shook his head, only thinking that it should have other meanings.

The clouds of calamity once again condensed into the sky, this time the clouds of calamity almost covered a radius of more than ten miles, and the entire Confucian people raised their eyes to guess which predecessor of Confucianism was crossing the catastrophe.

That Han Jun's master, Old Master Han, walked out of his small hut and saw through the obstacles at a glance the disciples and grandsons standing directly below the clouds.

"There are some things that I don't want you to know, but sometimes life must have them, and the will of God cannot be violated. The old master, whose name resounded all over the world, shook his head and sighed with emotion, and when he stepped out, he disappeared, only vaguely perceiving that the space around him seemed to fluctuate at that moment.

"Disperse for me!" Han Jun's closed-door little disciple crossed his waist again and shouted fiercely.

Anyone who saw this scene couldn't help but laugh, but Han Jun really looked at the clouds above with a serious face.

Unexpectedly, after the little apprentice finished speaking, the clouds dissipated automatically, and in the blink of an eye, the sky was clear again.

"Hmph. The little apprentice snorted proudly and walked into the attic with a calm face.