Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 280 Patrolmen See the Battle
It would be an exaggeration to say that all the cultivators surrounding the village were silent as a mouse at this moment, but it would be quite appropriate to say that they were extremely nervous.

That cultivator was considered one of the best among the Qi-training disciples of the Changning Sect, but he was easily killed by the short and strong man opposite him who called himself "Zhongming Yuan Er".

In the past, everyone talked about how great the foundation-building cultivators in the Chongming Sect were. They only thought that thick smoke was coming out of his ancestral tomb, and that he could actually produce two Ice Leaves in succession.

But no one had ever thought that there was such an outstanding person among his family's Qi practitioners. He single-handedly challenged and killed a true disciple of the same level, and broke through the formation of hundreds of cultivators on his own.
Such people can be found only a few even in the local tyrant Liangyi Sect that spans several states.

Several leading members of the Ge family looked very unhappy at this moment, as the status of the scattered cultivators in the clan was much higher than theirs.

If these worthless people dare to leave like this, then once the news spreads and reaches the ears of the elders in the clan, they will definitely suffer the consequences.

However, when they saw the monks on the wall who were originally in panic becoming eager to fight, and heard the loud and angry voices of the enemy with bright armor leaves, they felt that it would be difficult to win with the more than 200 demoralized coalition forces in their hands.

It was difficult to make this decision, but they were hesitant. Yuan Jin had completely lost his patience and suddenly raised the black iron rod that had been hanging down to the ground. The originally orderly sounds of pestle and persuasion to surrender suddenly stopped.

"attack!"

"Attack! Attack! Attack!" The patrolmen put away their weapons and shouted in unison. The red headbands on their foreheads lit up, making the armor plates in front of them look even more blood-red.

Although the patrolmen in the Anti-Theft Office had long been out of the jurisdiction of Emperor Chongming, Deng Baichuan, the mayor of Chongmingfang City, was a favorite student of Gun Shilu, a veteran in the military, so he naturally had some insights into military affairs.

Although in his eyes, the patrolmen in the anti-theft station are all fools and none of them can be useful, but being able to adapt to the situation is a skill that a general should have.

Deng Baichuan has really put a lot of thought into the patrol officers of the Anti-Theft Bureau over the years.

Because of this, Yuan Jin is now quite grateful to him.

This is because these patrolmen have been trained by Deng Baichuan over the years, and they have become quite methodical in their advance and retreat, and are very skilled in changing formations. Even their earlier wild and unruly nature has long been mostly eliminated by the strict and orderly military discipline.

At least in the opinion of Yuan Jin, who secretly thought that he knew more about military affairs than Sect Leader Kang, this team was considered a strong force in Yunjiao Province, and was almost as good as those veteran militiamen who were recruited by the Immortal Dynasty during the barbaric rebellion.

Yuan Jin was still young, so he had not witnessed the demeanor of his predecessors in the mountains. But the notes of Zhang Zushi were not only read by Kang Dazhang alone. Yuan Jin compared what the Zushi said one by one, and felt that the team he had was not bad.

That's enough! Yuan Jin felt relieved. He looked at the cultivators in the village who were several times more numerous than him, without even a trace of anxiety in his eyes.

The young boy Yuan Jin, who could go into the mountains to hunt animals, support his senior brothers, and protect his junior brothers with just a pair of iron fists, seems to have come back again.

Over the years, he has been sitting in the meditation room all day, practicing qigong, reciting scriptures, refining tools, educating people, being a husband, and being a father.
The days had been peaceful for so long that even he himself had gradually forgotten that he, Yuan Jin, was once the descendant of the Ape Demon who was highly regarded by his elders, and a heroic young man who overshadowed his good-for-nothing senior brother at the age of twelve and charged into the battle line to kill the enemy.

The heart-wrenching sound of "Attack!" made all the cultivators in the village, who were two or three hundred feet away, frown. However, Yuan Jin, who was very close, did not feel anything strange and instead found it pleasing to the ear.

The smell of gunpowder and smoke seemed to be whizzing into Yuan Jin's nostrils, making his eyes red. Suddenly, he felt like riding his horse and crushing all the cultivators on the opposite side.

Yuan Jin knew that he was not influenced by the White Ape Sutra.

This is because after studying it attentively for such a long time, he felt that even if Master Zhang were to be resurrected, his understanding of this technique might not be better than his own.

In the past, whenever Yuan Jin had the intention to kill, he would be affected by the White Ape Sutra and kill too much and could not extricate himself;

But now it is different. Yuan Jin can almost completely block the negative impact of "White Ape Sutra".

As for the "devilish possession" that Master Kang had said before, it has never happened in these years.

This Taoist method, which was once loved and hated by the ancestors of the Chongming Sect, was finally tamed by a short and strong younger generation more than two hundred years later. This event made Yuan Jin quite proud of himself in private.

"attack!"

The patrol system of the Anti-Theft Office, which was established by Master Kang Da in the past, is still based on David's military law, with ten people forming a group and five groups forming a team.

The fire captains in this team were all acquaintances of the head of Kangda, one each from the Shao brothers and sisters and the Feng brothers. The remaining one was Qian Liu, the former extra-official son-in-law of the Tanggu and Huo family.

Qian Liu was lucky. After all, he was just a nameless person, so even if the Huo family fell, it would be difficult to implicate him in the crime.

After the fall of the Huo family, Qian Liu had nowhere to go. He remembered that Master Kang was quite kind, so after several twists and turns, he got a job in the Anti-theft Bureau to make a living.

Unexpectedly, this action turned out to be a blessing in disguise, because the saying "a prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold" is true.

After Qian Liu left the Huo family, he became even more diligent in his practice and made rapid progress. His abilities were much better than before, when even powerful independent practitioners could not match him.

During the past one or two years, he has been more determined and enterprising, and directly took the position of fire chief.

Since then, he has had a beautiful wife and family, and bought land and houses. His life now is much better than when he was willing to be a son-in-law.

Therefore, Qian Liu's respect for Kang Dabao is even stronger than that of Shao Meng and his ilk. He leads his Jiahuo subordinates and takes the lead, holding a meter-high bronze plate, and rushes quickly towards the golden spears and fire clubs on the opposite side.

This fine copper plate is made of wind copper essence mixed with a small amount of second-level gold-damaged water. Each side weighs a thousand pounds and cannot be wielded by anyone except someone with strong legal power.

The two fires, Yi and Bing, brought by the Shao brothers and sisters are selected as the vanguards. They hold different magical weapons in their hands and wear various armors. They are all late-stage cultivators who have learned at least one small Taoist magic and can be considered elite in the team.

The two fire horses led by the Feng brothers, Ding and Wu, both held golden halberds. These halberds were the barbarian weapons that Deng Baichuan had collected from all over the state. They were standard weapons that were custom-made for the local soldiers in the state by a third-rank weapon master invited by Master Shen Lingfeng in Shannan Road.

The grade is not high, just middle grade of the first grade, but it is just right for the patrolmen with relatively weak cultivation among the Ding and Wu fires.

This was the purpose for the third-rank weapon master to customize this standard weapon staff.

Even if the person holding the spear is just a low-level cultivator, after a hundred people form a formation, the long spears will be like a forest, and the golden light on the spear heads can be used for attack and defense, without any weaknesses. Even ordinary foundation-building cultivators will find it difficult to deal with them.

This kind of weapon is the most suitable standard weapon used by the cultivators in Yunjiaozhou when the country was in a state of decline and barbarism.

Qian Liu led his subordinate, a fireman, to move slowly and steadily. The ten fine bronze plates seemed to be separated from each other, but in fact they were from the same lineage. When used together, they formed their own formation and blended into one.

Even though the golden spears, fire clubs, wooden spikes and water arrows flying towards them became more and more dense, Qian Liu and his fellow cultivators were so frightened that their veins bulged and blood was dripping from the corners of their mouths, but they did not stop walking.

The distance of two or three hundred feet is not close, but even an ordinary martial arts master can run across it quickly without much effort.

But Qian Liu and his comrades still carried the heavy defensive magic weapons and braved the endless Taoist magic of the people in the village. Even though their steps were slow, they did not stop.

After walking for a while, they arrived at the front of the battle despite the ugly faces of the Ge family members.

The Ge family's children could not all be fools, and they had already promised generous provisions and recruited elite warriors to fight in advance. The rest of the people stayed behind, forming a square formation and a solid team. Even if the enemy's formation was really sharp, they could always consume its spirit and rely on their numbers to drag it out to a dead end.

As soon as he arrived in front of the formation, none of the fine copper shields held by Qian Liu were intact. Qian Liu had just managed to gain a foothold with his men when dozens of cultivators from the opposite side came rushing over without forming a formation and started to kill him.

Unlike what the Ge family thought, Yuan Jin did not propose the same counter-attack with the two fires of Yi and Bing. Instead, he drew out the white bear tusk flag, held a staff and a flag in his hands, and activated the two restrictions of "forging courage" and "strengthening heart" attached to the latter.

All the cultivators in the patrol team suddenly felt courageous. The red headbands on their foreheads, which were of the same style and grade, glowed with spiritual light again, making them feel their bodies lighten. It seemed as if the spiritual energy that had been consumed before was replenished instantly.

When the enemy's soldiers attacked, Qian Liu still led his fire troops to resist the fierce bombardment of talismans and magic weapons.

In the patrol formation, the Shao brothers and sisters' elite vanguard had not yet appeared, but the Feng brothers' rear formation had advanced, breaking out of the formation with more than twenty powerful spears.

The second son of the Feng family, with a crooked mouth and squinting eyes, took the lead and charged forward with a golden spear in hand. More than 20 patrolmen behind him did not dare to slow down, and followed closely in formation. Several enemy elites who failed to dodge were stabbed like a honeycomb on the spot.

The spears stuck in the same body would tear the bodies of these unfortunate guys into pieces easily if they were separated.

A large number of Taoist magicians attacked from the opposite side. The head of the Feng family separated ten people and led them to line up neatly and strike with spears. The bright golden light was much stronger than others thought. They withstood the attack of several times their own number for a long time without feeling any effort. They were really amazing.

The two brothers have been together for many years and have a tacit understanding. The second brother of the Feng family took advantage of the gap to rush forward, and his target was the leading member of the Ge family.

The latter was a little overconfident when he saw that among these fire men, except for the second son of the Feng family, there was not even a late-stage cultivator, so he became arrogant.

He first fed the black-haired zombie an ink-colored pill, then raised the soul-capturing bell to urge the ugly creature to come forward. With both hands, he was about to snatch the spear from the weakest patrolman in the spear formation.

However, he did not expect that the spear formation was so powerful. Even though he saw him coming only one way, the black-haired zombie could not avoid it.

It was true that the ugly creature had aimed at the lance that he had just set his eyes on, but before he could move, it was pierced through by ten lances. The iron-hard body of the zombie was shattered on the spot, and broken bones and flesh fell to the ground.

The second son of the Feng family did not stop after he succeeded. He took advantage of the fact that the cultivators on the opposite side were distracted and swept through the spear formation. Another four or five people were stabbed and their lives or deaths were unknown.

At this time the eldest brother of the Feng family also took advantage of the situation to come back. The two fires merged, and they walked with spears like a forest. More than twenty people chanted incantations silently, and the long spears in the hands of the cultivators glowed with golden light. The spear energy intersected and merged, condensing into a giant golden spear that was thirty or forty feet long, which flew into the air and danced and smashed around.

The selected soldiers on Ding and Wu'erhuo's sides suffered heavy losses, but the power of the golden spear had not yet subsided, and they rushed towards the cultivators in the village who had formed a thick formation.

The elite soldiers led by the Shao brothers and sisters saw that many of their opponents were killed or wounded, and they did not even consider whether the golden spear could perform any more damage. Without a second thought, they jumped out with their magic weapons in hand, and formed groups of two or three, each looking for an opponent to fight with.

They had plenty of spiritual power, were uninjured, and were the best among the patrolmen, so their means were much better than those hastily drawn out by the Ge family's children.

Now, these fools who had promised benefits to the Ge family suffered a great loss. Within a short period of time, almost all of them died on the battlefield.

"Boom boom boom"

The Feng brothers saw the golden spear hit the spirit stone formation plate that the enemy had hastily set up. After a loud bang, the golden spear turned into spear gas, and most of the monks in the first two rows of the enemy were also killed.

The originally solid formation lost its formation plate, and was full of flaws in the eyes of any discerning person.

"It's a pity that I spent several years to cultivate the weapon and spear spirit, but I can only use it this time."

Yuan Jin said it was a pity. If the head senior brother was leading the team, given the latter's frugal nature, he would definitely not be willing to use this trump card on these not-so-worthless vassals of the Changning Sect in front of him.

The golden spear disappeared, and the strength of the two fire cultivators Ding and Wu, led by the Feng brothers, seemed to be drained away at the same time.

Yuan Jin could not tolerate the opposing cultivators forming a formation calmly, so he sent out his best soldiers while he once again charged into the enemy formation alone.

A Ge family member who didn't believe in evil tried to stop them, but Yuan Jin swung his tiger stick and smashed the black-haired zombie's head into his chest, leaving not even a piece of scalp exposed.

This frightened the only two remaining members of the Ge family terribly. Looking at their own people who were in mourning, they realized that it was almost impossible for them to turn defeat into victory.

The silver armor talismans on Yuan Jin's body had not yet dissipated, but his White Ape Steps were already considered to be perfect in front of these cultivators from small families. Even if there were several magic weapons hitting him at this moment, Yuan Jin could only create a few sparks in front of him.

Yuan Jin didn't want to delay any longer, so he found an opening and rushed in. The evil energy of the Tiger Evil Staff was so strong that several unprepared vassals of the Changning Sect were slow to dodge and were killed on the spot.

The elite team led by the Shao brothers and sisters had just finished packing and rushed into the battle with Yuan Jin.

The two siblings each entangled a member of the Ge family, and they actually fought back and forth. This incident gave many smart people in the crowd an opportunity to take advantage of this opportunity to find a gap and escape.

As a result, Changning Sect was in a very passive position. Those who dared to fight were all killed in front of the battlefield, and those who could fight but didn't dare to fight ran away quickly. How could they stop this bunch of incompetent and incompetent local natives?

This was indeed the case. Yuan Jin led his disciples to disrupt the opposing cultivators' formation. After resting their strength, the Feng brothers and Qian Liu also rushed up with the cultivators.

The spear formation was still as sharp as before, but the shield formation had been withdrawn. Qian Liu now brought his own fire monks holding appropriate magic weapons to engage in a one-on-one fight.

This put even more pressure on the besieging party, and it could collapse at any time. At this time, the formation that had been tightly closed on the outside of the military camp suddenly closed, and the senior brother of the military camp set up by Qiaogong Fort led the junior brothers and sisters who still had the strength to move, and rushed out with a mottled and messy puppet.

This team, whose symbolic significance far outweighs its practical significance, became the last straw that broke the camel's back for the cultivators surrounding the village.

One of the two Ge family members died and the other escaped. The death rate of the team of more than 200 people did not even reach eleven, so their morale dropped sharply and they collapsed on the spot.

Yuan Jin was not in a hurry. The Shao brothers and sisters and their selected soldiers chased for a while and then turned back.

At this time, Yuan Jin came to find his senior brother who managed the village. He did not promise him an official position or show any sympathy or comfort. He just whispered, "Hurry up and prepare food and lodging. We will rest for one night today and leave tomorrow!"

"Hurry up! I came out this time not just to save a small soldier like you!"

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