General Wu was speechless, and if she did the math, she seemed to have thrown six or seven pieces, that is, in the blink of an eye, she threw six or seven hundred thousand taels of silver.

Looking at the stack in her hand again, General Wu swallowed his saliva, Ma Phi, this beautiful woman is so rich!

Yu Qingyao pointed to Zheng An's headless corpse and said to Cheng Biao: "Search him for me, see what?"

When she went down, Xu Da had cut off Zheng An's head neatly.

Cheng Biao searched for a while and found some broken silver, five second-level talismans, twenty first-level talismans, two bottles of elixir, and an emerald ring.

Yu Qingyao accepted other things, didn't ask for the silver, and left a first-level talisman, a bottle of Peiling Pill, and said, "Senior Nephew Cheng, you follow me here, and you don't get any benefits, you take these first." ”

At this time, Cheng Biao was convinced that Uncle Xiao was a big tyrant, so he happily accepted the things and said, "Thank you, Uncle Xiao!"

Yu Qingyao thought about it, drew three second-level talismans for him, and said, "Take them and keep them for life-saving." ”

Three talismans, one for protection and two for the fire serpent.

It's hard to say what will happen on the battlefield, but if you can't take care of it, Cheng Mark has these three talismans, and there is always a better chance of saving his life.

Cheng Biao happily accepted it and thanked him again.

Xu Da was greedy on the side, but it was not good to reach out and ask for it.

Yu Qingyao looked at him and said, "Deacon Xu, do things well, I will not hesitate to reward." ”

Xu Da was happy and hurriedly agreed. He saw with his own eyes that the owner of this beautiful woman was really generous, and the things that Cheng Biao got were worth hundreds of thousands of silver. What did he do? Just search for a body.

However, he is the master and nephew of the master, and this relationship is too close for him to compare.

"General Wu, hang up the head and let them see, this is the fate of daring to attack our city!" Yu Qingyao said.

General Wu hurriedly ordered the soldiers to raise Zheng An's head high and hang it on the city gate.

Song Yakun, the commander of the Wuzhou Army's Left Route Army, was taken aback when he learned the news, and personally went to the city to take a look at Zheng An's head from a distance.

He was depressed to death, what is this called?

Ben still wanted to rely on your Dao method to break the city, but now that the fight has not started, your head will be hanging there.

When the other Taoists of Jindingguan learned about it, they ran to see it in disbelief, and they were all speechless after seeing it.

At that time, they were all in the barracks, and no one even saw how Zheng An's group died.

In the end, I learned a rough idea from the soldiers guarding the camp gate.

The soldiers were far away, only to know that the group of Daoists rushed up and then ran back, and only Elder Zheng remained at the gate of the city. Then a beautiful woman flew over the city, and after a while, Elder Zheng was carried to the city. Then the group of Taoists rushed back, and the beautiful woman flew down to fight again, and then the group of Taoists disappeared with people and horses, as if they were swallowed up by the earth.

The rest of the Taoists were terrified when they heard it, it sounded like that beauty was super powerful!

Hold the grass, such a fierce beauty is guarding here, Elder Zheng An will hang up at once, aren't we looking for death when we rush up?

They hurriedly discussed with General Song, they hoped to postpone the siege and wait for Jin Dingguan to send a master to support.

General Song was speechless and said, "How long will you have to wait?"

The leading disciple said, "We have informed the General Academy, and there will be news soon, and if someone comes, it will be three days at the earliest, or seven days at the latest. ”

General Song had no choice but to nod.

He was not idle, and ordered his soldiers to go around cutting down trees and making ordnance for the siege. Like arrow towers, long ladders and crash cars.

Yu Qingyao guarded for a while, and seeing that the enemy army had no intention of attacking the city, she was lazy and sat on the city tower in a daze.

Wu Zhen sucked the dead breath of Zheng An's death, and flew to the city again, sucking the dead breath of those disciples' deaths.

She came back with a uh and hid in the room to practice in peace.

The death qi of a high-level Taoist priest who cultivates qi is worth hundreds of livestock. Zheng An died alone, which was worth several times the death of those twelve people.

With so much high-quality dead air at once, Wu Zhen felt happy in her heart.

The death qi that Lian Hua inhaled today was enough for her to upgrade two levels.

She secretly thought, there is going to be a war here, and if there is a war, there will be death, wow, there are so many people, how much death there must be!

Guarding until the night and not seeing anyone come to attack the city, Yu Qingyao felt bored.

I wanted to find someone or a demon to curse to play, but I didn't think about it, what if the enemy stole the city at night? If I ran out of mana in time, or when I practiced, wouldn't it be bad? The soldiers are not tired of deceit, and I can't be unguarded.

Yu Qingyao had no choice but to give up this kind of entertainment.

After a long night, she ordered someone to find a few copies and send them to read.

Although the ancient times are not as good as the modern ones, that is right?

Anyway, it's something to pass the time, Yu Qingyao doesn't care about whether it's good or bad, just have a story to read.

The people of Jindingguan were shocked when they received the news that Elder Zheng An had died in battle and the Left Route Army was asking for help, and immediately reported to the top.

Chen Guanzhu received the news and was very depressed.

Old man Zheng, are you engaged in wool? I usually say that you are old and reliable, and I sent you to take charge alone, and you died in battle as soon as you went, what do you mean? Are you joking with your life?

Damn, it's also a waste that follows you, and I can't even tell you how you died, what do I want them for?

After spitting for a while, Chen Guanzhu felt that this matter must be taken seriously. After all, Old Man Zheng's death is not fake, there is his head as proof. You have to send someone to the left. Who should I send? I have to choose someone who is more powerful than Old Man Zheng.

Chen Guanzhu thought about it for a while and sent Han Nanzhi, who had built the ninth layer of the foundation.

Elder Han was ordered to take his two apprentices and gallop all the way to the copper drum.

It took five days for Elder Han to rush to the army.

General Song saw that an older and more powerful elder had arrived, and his mood improved.

The next day, after eating the war meal, the Wuzhou army beat the war drums, and the army went out of the camp, pushing the siege vehicles and arrow towers, and carrying the long ladder to the Tonggu City.

Yu Qingyao was drinking tea on the city tower, and when she heard the sound of war drums, she hurried out of the room, ran to the corridor of the city tower, and looked forward by holding on to the railing.

Wu Zhen stood on the side, stared at the big eyes and said, "There are so many people! Little Master Qingyao, you are going to be finished." ”

Yu Qingyao snorted and said, "Nonsense, I'm not finished." ”

Wu Zhen said: "Little master, you have to be reasonable, they look several times more than yours." ”

Yu Qingyao said: "What's the use of having too many people, my sister is so beaten that they can't find the north." ”

General Wu had hurried to the city wall, urging the soldiers to prepare.

The Wuzhou army approached calmly in a neat formation, and a monstrous murderous aura slowly approached.

Yu Qingyao was a little afraid.

If she really had to face this kind of army alone, she would have to flee. Although the spell is powerful, the mana of the Taoist is limited, and the Taoist who has used up the mana is not much stronger than the mortal, and he will die if he is besieged by a large army.

However, now that she was standing on a high tower, with thousands of men at her side, she was not so afraid.

The enemy's momentum was as calm as a mountain and forced to the bottom of the city, and the ramming car facing the city gate began to accelerate, and the four high arrow towers stopped two hundred meters from the city, and the archers began to climb towards the arrow platform.