This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 429: Follow the Emperor to Enjoy the Good Food
"father……"

Wu Qianfeng's lips trembled slightly. As he looked at the figure he had been thinking about day and night, his whole body was shaking.

His mind flashed back to the day when he learned that his father had been stabbed. His entire family was devastated and even those who had been very respectful to him in the past changed their expressions.

He was looked down upon by his friends and was secretly transferred to the army by his father's former political enemies in the court, where he suffered all the misery in the world.

He really wanted to vent that grievance and pain.

But fortunately, he met Lu Yuanzhi, who helped him rise from a middle-level officer to General Yuanyang, who led 50,000 troops. Only he could understand the ups and downs in this process.

Tears appeared in Wu Qianfeng's tiger eyes.

"Ah."

Weiwu Hou looked at his son's performance and did not play a loving father-son relationship with him. Instead, he patted his shoulder calmly.

"Performing well."

With just these words, Wu Qianfeng could no longer hold back the tears that he had just held back.

Tears streamed down my face in an instant.

"cough."

Lu Yuanzhi coughed lightly, his eyes were extremely solemn:
"The Demon King is less than five miles away."

As soon as these words came out, the warmth in the tent was instantly broken, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Wu Qianfeng even saluted Lu Yuanzhi with his fists clasped, his voice very decisive:

"I am willing to die for you, Marshal!"

"You don't have to die."

After hearing his words, Weiwu Hou's voice was extremely calm, but it revealed a sense of no doubt. He said calmly:
"Anyone could die today, but you won't."

Wu Qianfeng instantly felt full of security in his heart. The Demon King was about to attack. Everyone in the tent felt a little unsure at this moment, but after hearing these words, it was as if they had found a solid rock in their hearts.

"Okay, now is not the time to chat, it's time to give orders."

Ji Xuan slowly stood up at this time, looked at Lu Yuanzhi, and said with a heavy gaze:
"When the Demon King arrives in front of the tent, you will go to greet him."

Lu Yuanzhi replied calmly:

"Even if it means sacrifice, I will definitely be able to stop him."

"..."

Hearing his words, Ji Xuan knew that Lu Yuanzhi was still angry about what happened on the top of the mountain just now.

But he didn't care about that, his voice became extremely serious and he continued:
"When you meet the Demon King, it won't take too long. You only need to hold him back for half a quarter of an hour. By then, the Confucian formation will be fully opened, and the Demon King's combat power will be greatly suppressed. I will lend you a helping hand, and we can keep the Demon King here today."

"Yes!"

Ji Xuan's voice became serious, and Lu Yuanzhi subconsciously saluted and accepted the order, completely forgetting that he was the commander-in-chief of the three armies.

Mainly because his heart began to beat fast at the thought of being able to fight side by side with Ji Gong.

"Ye Qinglian!"

Ji Xuan shouted again.

"exist!"

Ye Qinglian on the side also stood up and saluted respectfully.

"After Yixing meets the Demon King, you will go to Chaoxian and you must win but not lose."

"Yes!"

Ye Qinglian raised the corner of her mouth slightly, turned around and said:
"I will definitely live up to Mr. Ji's trust!"

"Wu Qianfeng!"

Ji Xuan continued to scan the crowd and his gaze fell on the forward.

Wu Qianfeng was about to salute, but hesitated and looked at Lu Yuanzhi.

He naturally came from Zeng Wang, and Lu Yuanzhi was the commander-in-chief of the three armies.

Lu Yuanzhi met his gaze, naturally understood his hesitation, smiled and nodded.

After receiving Lu Yuanzhi's signal, Wu Qianfeng said in a deep voice:
"exist!"

Ji Xuan glanced at Lu Yuanzhi calmly, then nodded and continued:

"I order you to take charge of the camp and mobilize the three armies. We must win the battle today!"

"Yes!"

Wu Qianfeng's blood gradually began to boil.

"Generals! After today, either the Demon King stays here, or we are buried in the mountains. You must go all out!"

Finally, Ji Xuan's voice became extremely solemn.

"I will definitely live up to Mr. Ji's trust!!!"

Lu Yuanzhi suddenly shouted and saluted Ji Xuan.

"I will definitely live up to Mr. Ji's trust!!"

The gazes of all the remaining generals became eager, and they looked at Ji Xuan and Weiwu Hou with the most admiring eyes in the world.

The story of the battle of Yumen Pass twenty years ago, in which these two men led the army to defeat the coalition of three tribes, is still circulating throughout Dayong.

Today, these two people will lead them to fight against the Demon King.

The most important thing is that Lu Shuai is also fighting alongside them.

An unreasonable confidence instantly filled their hearts, as if they had seen the idol they worshipped most and found their own faith.

The two war gods of Dayong are Weiwuhou and Ji Xuan.

Since twenty years ago, they have been the faith of all Dayong soldiers and the gods in their hearts!

……

"Father, shall we continue moving forward?"

Outside the tent, the troops led by the Demon King stopped on the spot. They saw the Wu Qianfeng camp filled with tents not far away.

The Demon King had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter. He still thought that this expedition to Wangyou Mountain was just an ordinary war.

He had no idea that after his good son Chaoyue wiped out an army of 100,000 on the mountain, he had fallen into the trap carefully set for him by Lu Yuanzhi.

"Forward! Push through the enemy camp!"

After the Demon King casually glanced at the tents of the Yong soldiers, a hint of bloodthirsty eagerness appeared in his eyes.

He thought of the roasted warrior thigh that Chao Xian had just brought to him.

The taste is really wonderful.

I haven't eaten something so delicious in many years.

"Tell the boys! After we defeat the enemy today, all the little demons can eat as much meat as they want!!"

The Demon King's voice was filled with greed and bloodthirstiness.

"Yes!"

After hearing the Demon King's words, the demon soldiers went crazy.

how many years.

How many years have I not eaten human flesh? !
That was human flesh!! It was very nourishing!! It was tender and delicious, making the monster linger.

This is still the idea of ​​some veterans.

As for some new recruits, after the demon race and the human race had no contact for so many years, they had no concept of human flesh. However, every time they fought with human soldiers, the desire coming from deep in their blood made them realize that these people were the best food!

……

"coming!"

Inside the Yong army's tent, everyone was on high alert, watching the mighty demon army attacking outside the tent. Everyone's heart was filled with tension, but also anticipation.

They also longed for war.

Because they are soldiers, only war can help them turn their lives around, gain money, power and promotion.

"That is the frame of the Faceless Demon King."

In the army, Ji Xuan stood beside Lu Yuanzhi, his voice was calm, pointing at the frame and saying:
"When the battle starts, if the Demon King arrives in person, you will go directly to meet him."

"Ah."

Lu Yuanzhi followed Ji Xuan's gaze and could see the Faceless Demon King from afar.

He had never seen such a strange-looking "person" before.

It clearly has hands and feet, and is in human form.

But there was nothing on the face, no eyes, nose, ears, just a huge mouth.

There are countless fangs in the mouth.

The head looks like a big ball of flesh.

No wonder he is called the Faceless Demon King.

Lu Yuanzhi complained in his heart. "Boy, come with me."

Weiwu Hou on the side suddenly spoke up, looking at Hai Wuyang calmly:
"Help me start the battle."

Hai Wuyang had already prepared himself mentally. He looked at Weiwu Hou with complicated eyes:
"Won't you wait any longer?"

"What are you waiting for?"

The mighty Marquis smiled.

"Perhaps my elder brother can defeat the Demon King without the Confucian Formation?"

Hai Wuyang's lips moved slightly.

After hearing this, Lu Yuanzhi was speechless:

"Don't bring me along with you when you're bragging."

A first-rank demon king, one can feel the enormous pressure from him just by looking at him from a distance.

Can you kill him without using the Confucian formation?

I don’t even know I’m so awesome?

"hehe."

Weiwu Hou had fought against the Demon King with the help of the Imperial Master. He naturally knew how unfathomable the Demon King was. He shook his head calmly and said:
"He can't."

……

The corners of Lu Yuanzhi's mouth twitched, but he did not deny it.

Although he had never fought against the Demon King, he knew that if he fought with all his strength, the odds would probably be 90-10.

The Demon King was so full that not even a hair of his own was left.

…………

"Kill them, boys!!!"

Finally, the demon soldiers of the demon clan faced off against the Yong army. In a close combat, the brave one will naturally win!

The Yuanyang Army, which was led by Yong soldiers, naturally did not want to be outdone. Without any further ado, they started killing directly.

"Father, I am also going to kill the enemy."

Chao first bowed to the Demon King.

"Go."

The Demon King nodded slowly.

The next moment, Chao Xian transformed into a ten-foot-tall monster and launched an attack on the Yong army's formation.

Wherever he went, there was no one to match him.

He was like a prehistoric beast, killing without restraint on the battlefield.

"what!!!"

Any Yong general who came into contact with it was swallowed up by it.

Under his leadership, a group of demon soldiers penetrated into the Yong army's defense like sharp arrows.

"Your opponent is me."

A cool voice sounded from behind him.

The giant head looked over and saw Ye Qinglian.

At this time, Ye Qinglian held a sword in his left hand, and a shadow of a lotus leaf flashed behind him. The whole person was floating in the air, looking down at him.

"Is there an expert?"

Feeling Ye Qinglian's aura, Chao Xian's eyes flashed with a hint of fighting spirit.

"Great Yong is a place full of talented people. How can a beast like you understand that?"

Ye Qinglian sneered with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth. After he finished speaking, a sword flashed in his hand and he attacked Chao Xian.

"Ding!!"

The two men fought to one place.

……

Watching the battle between the two, Weiwu Hou looked at Hai Wuyang calmly.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and follow me."

As they were talking, Marquis Weiwu brought Hai Wuyang to the outside of the tent.

Looking from afar at the battlefield outside the camp where there was shouting and killing.

Marquis Weiwu looked towards the Demon King's seat with a smile on his face.

"The next time we meet, it will be underground."

He did not say this out loud, but slowly sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

The next moment, white light shone from his body.

A mighty Confucian power emanated from him.

In an instant, the entire sky was filled with a flash of rainbow, and the mighty righteous energy penetrated heaven and earth!

"It will take half a minute to start the formation. Lu Yuanzhi, go and welcome the Demon King."

Weiwu Hou opened his eyes and looked at Lu Yuanzhi calmly and said:

"Don't let him get away, otherwise all your efforts will be wasted."

"I'll go right away."

Lu Yuanzhi did not expect that Marquis Weiwu would do what he said. He also knew that if the Demon King noticed it, he might run away.

He looked at Ji Xuan and they nodded to each other.

Lu Yuanzhi said nothing, and then rushed towards the demon army alone.

"Ok?"

What happened?

The demon soldiers who were fighting with the Yong army only felt a sharp sound and then passed over their heads.

When they looked up in confusion, they didn't see anything. After a puzzled cry, they lowered their heads and continued to fight with the Yong army.

Lu Yuanzhi looked at the nonchalant face of the Demon King in the car frame. He was flying in the air, like a startled wild goose, with extraordinary momentum.

"Are you Lu Yuanzhi?"

Lu Yuanzhi's flying noise was so loud, how could the Demon King not notice it? He just sat leisurely on the frame, his voice sounding leisurely.

"Commander-in-chief of the three armies of Dayong, Lu Yuanzhi, invites the Faceless Demon Emperor to die."

Lu Yuanzhi had a blank expression on his face as he looked at the Demon King indifferently. A cold light flashed in his hand, and a cold knife about three feet long appeared in his hand.

It was the narrow black sword made by the national master himself.

"I never really had a good name for my knife."

Lu Yuanzhi landed gently in front of the Demon King's carriage.

At a close distance, Lu Yuanzhi could naturally see the densely packed fangs on the Demon King's face. He felt sick in his heart and took a deep breath. He raised his knife with his shoulder and pointed the tip of the knife at the Demon King.

"After today, it will be called the Emperor Slaying Sword."

"You're quite arrogant."

When the Demon King heard this, a trace of anger emerged in his heart, but he did not rush to speak. Instead, he cast his eyes towards the long rainbow that suddenly rose up with a righteous spirit:

"I sense the aura of an old friend. Tell me, who is the master of that Confucian aura?"

The Demon King's voice was faint.

Lu Yuanzhi blinked gently, looked at the Demon King, and a mischievous smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"Guess what?"

We must not reveal the news about Marquis Weiwu to him. If he becomes alert, he may abandon his troops and flee.

"Then Wu Zhaoyun is dead. He must be his disciple."

The Demon King sneered, slowly got down from the frame, and slowly walked towards Lu Yuanzhi. The distance between the two was getting closer and closer.

"But this amount of power is not enough to stop my army."

Lu Yuanzhi took a deep breath, then suppressed the urge to vomit, and looked at the Demon King and said calmly:

"please."

The smell from the Demon King really made him uncomfortable.

It felt like I hadn’t taken a shower in twenty years. The smell was pungent and a bit irritating to the eyes.

"You are not afraid of death?"

The Demon King looked at Lu Yuanzhi calmly:
"Looking at your aura, I think you should be a third-rank warrior, right? Although you are a bit troublesome, you are definitely not my opponent. If you are interested, follow me and I will spare your life. It will be worthy of all these years of training."

The corner of Lu Yuanzhi's mouth twitched slightly.

(End of this chapter)