Gods and Immortals

"Teacher, report urgently!"

"Say!"

"The Sand Feather army is dispatched and is approaching our army rapidly. In addition, the spies from Fengqiya sent a message, and the Yiren army has also assembled, leaving Fengqiya and flying north!"

Wen Zhong reined in his horse, glanced at the dust-covered spy, nodded and said, "Go down and have a good rest."

"Yes!"

The deputy general stepped forward immediately, and glanced at the endless desert in front of him, "Grand Master, what does Gui Fang mean by this? Is it possible that you really want to tear face with me, Da Shang?"

Wen Zhong couldn't see his complexion clearly under the black armor, "It seems that Xiqi really has something worthy of Guifang's face."

"You mean, Xiqi really has...Phoenix?" The deputy general's expression changed slightly.

"No one can say that he has never seen it with his own eyes." Wen Zhongdan said: "The military's morale must not be disturbed..."

"Yes!" The lieutenant general's expression was slightly cold, and he promised: "How will the army be arranged in the end?"

"Pass down the order, no more battles will be allowed for more than four rounds!" Wen Zhong paused, and said: "Those who will fight under three rounds, ten Sha Yu soldiers, can exchange their heads for ten jade shells! One Zhan Yi man , you will be promoted to one level! If there are ten Zhanyimen, this commander will personally reward you with a middle-grade exercise!"

The lieutenant general's eyes brightened, "The last general will give you an order!"

"Go." Wen Zhong glanced at the lieutenant general, "You will be in command of the army for the time being, and I will return as soon as I go."

After all, Wen Zhong took a step forward, stepped into the air with one step, and galloped straight ahead. The black battle armor quickly passed over the sand dunes, stirring up a piece of flying yellow sand.

……

Hundreds of miles away from Wen Zhong's army, the mighty Sha Yu army was also galloping forward.

Almost all the soldiers of the Shayu Army were strong fighters from the slaves. They shaved off their hair and exposed their upper bodies, revealing their sturdy figures and dense scars and knife edges to show their horrible experiences.

These people only held a spear, running barefoot in the hot gravel, even though they were far away from the wind dwelling cliff.Not a single person was slack, and the speed of the army was not weakened in the slightest.

In the air, thousands of humanoid creatures with huge wings growing behind them soared at a height of nearly a thousand meters above the Sand Feather Army. Roaring past, the mighty one was like a dark cloud pressing down on the environment, with a mighty momentum!

Ghost Fang's national teacher is also among them, and has a pair of dark black wings.It is very conspicuous among the many gray and white wings.

In the whistling sound of the wings of the feathers, the voice of the national teacher suddenly came, "Everyone, Zhan Yu!"

The national teacher glanced at the distant desert horizon in front of him, his eyes flashed brightly, and he shouted loudly: "The invading merchant army is a hundred miles ahead, please hold your bows and arrows!"

With the order of the national teacher, thousands of Yumen untied their longbows one after another, and the tips of their wings began to have feathers shimmering.

same.The tip of the national teacher's pair of black and black wings, and some of the feathers instantly glowed with blue light, and there was a hidden thunder and lightning wandering around...

The national teacher stabilized his figure and hovered in the air.Letting the feathered man beside him fly by, he stroked the feathers lightly until the tip, and immediately pulled out the few feathers that were shining with thunder, and pinched them with his fingertips.

"It seems that the national teacher is going back. Do you know the answer you want?" Suddenly an indifferent voice rang in the national teacher's ear, Guifang Guoshi seemed to be ready, and gently pulled Lei Yu's hand.An electric current condensed along Lei Yu to form a longbow with arrows ready in his hand.

"Grand Master Wen Zhong didn't stay in your army, why did you come here first?" The national teacher smiled lightly, raised his lightning bow and swept around, drawing an arc of lightning.

Wen Zhong's armored figure slowly emerged from the arc.

The feathered army in front noticed the sudden appearance of the national teacher, and they stopped one after another, put the feathers shining with the tip of their wings on the longbow, and pointed directly at Wen Zhong.

The national teacher waved to those feathered men, "Go ahead!"

The Yuren were a little puzzled, but seeing that the national teacher seemed to be in no danger, the Yuren soldiers turned their heads and continued to gallop forward.

Wen Zhong glanced at the Sha Yu army below. Those human slave soldiers marched tirelessly and quickly. It may take less than a day to reach the front of the merchant army. Said, it consumes a lot of physical energy. Isn't the national teacher afraid that the soldiers will be exhausted when they are about to go into battle?"

"Grand Master Wen Zhong doesn't have to worry about my ghost Fang Dajun." The national teacher said indifferently, staring at Wen Zhong's back standing with his hands behind his back, the thunder bow in his hand was tightened a little bit, and there was a hint of a smile on his face. look.

"If that's the case, then please." Under Wen Zhong's armor, he couldn't see his face.

The national teacher chuckled, "I heard that the grand master is welcome!"

After all, the national teacher flapped his wings and flew upwards at an extremely fast speed.

Between the backhands, the thunder bow was full, and Lei Yu pointed directly at Wen Zhong. Wen Zhong's figure dispersed and changed instantly, and more than a dozen figures in black armor appeared out of thin air in the air, making it difficult for the national teacher to tell which one was real and which one was fake.

"The art of forming formations is exquisite!" The national teacher praised, and loosened his bow, "Swoosh!" A sharp sound came through the air, and the thunder feathers scattered in the air, and the thunder light spread into a huge wave along the direction of the thunder feathers. The power grid, shining with purple-blue thunder, alluded to everyone.

"Buzz!"

A sound of flicking the blade rang in the ears of the national teacher.

The national teacher's face froze, and the hood that had been wearing on his head was instantly torn apart by the sharp air, and it was blown away by the high-altitude wind, revealing his blue-gray lifeless skin.

"You are dead." Wen Zhong put one hand behind his back, and held a black giant sword in the other hand, lightly touching the neck of the national teacher, who stood behind the national teacher, and said calmly.

The national teacher smiled lightly, but he was not shocked or discouraged by his defeat in one move, and only said a nonsensical sentence, "I was originally dead."

When Wen Zhong heard this, his sword didn't move, and he didn't speak.

"Grand Master Wen, if I were you, I should go back to Jin'ao Academy at this time..." The national teacher slowly turned his head around as he spoke, and looked at Wen Zhong with a strange smile.

"Qing Mu?!"

Wen Zhong was taken aback for a moment, before he had time to say another word, the ghost Fang Guoshi in front of him seemed to have been wiped out in an instant, and the flying ash was drawn on the edge of his giant sword, and his black robe was blown away by the wind. And disappeared.

Wen Zhong's hand holding the huge sword froze for a moment, then he stopped it, stared at the black clothes blown away by the wind, paused for dozens of breaths, then turned his head and flew back towards the merchant army.

……

Jin'ao City, Jin'ao Academy.

Since the two sons of the city guard Shen Gongtu's family died, the number of city guards guarding the Jin'ao Academy has decreased a lot. At the foot of the outer courtyard wall of the Academy, it has gradually become a new market opened by the people of Jin'ao City to sell rare goods. There are mostly precious materials and hunters of pet beasts, giving those high-ranking officials and wealthy children some places to consume jade shells in the academy.

Following this, there were also some monster races who had just entered the world, who had taken human form but had never seen anything in the market. After coming out of Nuwa Mountain, they heard that two senior monster races were vice presidents in the academy, so they wanted to come to seek refuge. For a while, find a place where you can eat a lot and see the market.

A short, thin man shuttled between the markets, his clothes were a little tattered, his green clothes were covered with large black spots, and he exuded a stench that seemed to be absent.

Anyone who passed by this thin man, whether it was a powerful hunter who came out of the deep mountains, or a little demon who had just learned to wear clothes and speak the human language, all walked around him, and could not help but frown when they smelled the stench. .

This skinny man always had a vaguely sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyeballs rolled around, and he was constantly looking for something near the walls of the academy, since many hunters who sell pet furs always wanted to sneak into the palace. Selling goods, so everyone didn't care much about his appearance, and thought he was another freak who wanted to enter the school to do business.

"Hey! This... little brother, uh... come here!" Suddenly a voice came, obviously calling himself, the thin man looked towards the voice, and saw an old man wearing a school uniform, slightly hunched He leaned over, covered his face and nose with one hand, and leaned on a hoe with the other, staring at himself rather displeased.

The thin man was taken aback, looked around vigilantly, took two steps towards the old man, and said in a sharp and harsh voice, "What are you doing?"

"Have you been hanging around here for a few days? The smell on your body is too bad, and it has killed a lot of vegetables grown on the wall next to me." The old man frowned and said, "I don't think you sell anything, When are you leaving?"

The thin man's face froze slightly, "What's none of your business?"

"I'm the farming and mulberry class teacher from the academy, Gou Xin! If you don't leave, I'll ask Wu Zheng from the academy to send you away!" The old man also got angry and warned by revealing his identity.

The thin man was obviously taken aback by the old man's warning, and moved away cursing. When he reached a big tree at the corner of the wall, he squatted down mysteriously, reaching out to dig something.

Gou Xin did not leave, but frowned and stared at the thin man, seeing his strange behavior, he was quite curious.

This person was obviously afraid of attracting attention, and after working under the tree for a long time, he reached out and pulled a few branches at the foot of the tree to block him, and left the place quietly.

Seeing this, Gou Xin looked left and right and no one was paying attention to him, so he walked forward slowly, came to the place where the man was busy, and paved left and right with his feet.

It doesn't matter if the planing is not serious, a strong stench is released from the soil for a moment, everyone around Xun looked here, rolled up the shop and covered their noses and moved away to the distance, and some people pointed angrily. Gou Xin yelled, "You old bastard, you are dragging the street!"

Gou Xin's face turned red and then pale, extremely embarrassed, he turned around embarrassingly and was about to leave, but suddenly noticed a spar emitting faint light wrapped in a cloud of turquoise dirt in the soil.

"Huh?" Gou Xin was greedy, pondered for a moment, then quietly reached out and took out the spar, picked up a leaf and wiped it, put it in his pocket and went back to the school. (To be continued..)