Rewrite the myth and become the Taoist!

Chapter 172 There is something wrong with this "Lü Bu"

"Hahahaha, you actually think so..."

"remarkably brave!"

"What a commendable courage!"

Hua Xiong laughed wildly.

"No matter how strong Lu Bu is, he is still a human being."

Guan Yu couldn't bear to watch it anymore and snorted coldly.

"People? You have no idea how strong Lu Bu is!" Hua Xiong couldn't stop laughing.

Guan Yu snorted coldly, "How dare you bark here, you defeated general."

Hua Xiong stopped laughing, stared at Guan Yu, and said word by word: "Lü Bu is not a human, he is a ghost."

"You—can't—"

As soon as these words were spoken, Guan Yu's eyes suddenly narrowed, and immediately a murderous atmosphere spread in the tent.

"Don't accept it? Big Beard, you and I are evenly matched in a head-on fight. If you have the guts, remove my restrictions now and let's fight with real swords and guns!" Hua Xiong and Guan Yu looked at each other without fear.

Because he was telling the truth. Over the years, he had followed Master Dong, fought in many battles, killed countless enemies, and reached the peak of his own strength. Although this bearded man was very talented, he was also a "first-class warrior with strong energy and broken body". As long as he could withstand the first three powerful swords, it would be difficult to determine the winner without fighting for more than a hundred rounds.

With such strength, Yang Jin actually said that Guan Yu could fight against Lu Bu? And that black-faced man could compete with Lu Bu?
What a joke.

Go back and collect the bodies.

"Okay, let's go out and fight one-on-one."

Guan Yu mentioned Hua Xiong and said this lightly.

"Alright, alright, second brother, calm down. Hua Xiong is seriously injured now, and his victory was unfair. Hua Xiong, you should also say less." Seeing Guan Yu's expression as if he was about to chop Hua Xiong to death if they disagreed, Yang Jin quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Stop it, second brother." Liu Bei on the side also shouted.

Guan Yu frowned. Having witnessed Yang Jin's foresight and strategy over the past ten days, he knew that he was a man of great talent. He respected Yang Jin from the bottom of his heart. He let go of Hua Xiong and said, "You are lucky."

Hua Xiong smiled disdainfully, turned to look at Yang Jin, and said seriously:
"Back then, I casually saved your life, but I didn't expect to save my own life. I'm giving you a piece of advice. It's not too late to leave the Eighteen Lords now."

Yang Jin looked at Hua Xiong. If he hadn't recognized Hua Xiong in his mind, he wouldn't have let Guan Yu hold back. The Xiliang warrior who was killed by Guan Yu in history was also a living flesh-and-blood person.

Yang Jin was also somewhat puzzled and asked Hua Xiong directly:
"Lü Bu, is he really that strong?"

"If you encounter... you will definitely die." Hua Xiong looked around. Inside the small tent, there were two first-rate generals and one second-rate general, all of whom were masters rarely seen before.

But each mountain is higher than the other.

Yang Jin frowned and asked, "Even if the second and third brothers can't defeat Lu Bu together, the eighteen princes have millions of troops under their command, plus the generals under the command of the heroes, so it shouldn't be that difficult, right?"

He also didn't think that Lu Bu could resist the siege of all the heroes in the world. The concept passed down from generation to generation in the Yang family told him that no matter how powerful a general was, he was only a flesh and blood body after all. It was the limit for him to be able to break through thousands of troops with his own strength. The way to command the troops was the basis for victory.

In order to fight against extraordinary beings such as "great monsters", military strategists created the method of "military formation" of gathering many to attack the few, and were best at overwhelming the opponent with numerical advantage. This is exactly why the Celestial Empire was able to look down on all the world.

Military formations composed of elite divisions such as the White Horse Volunteers, the Vanguard Death Squad, the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, and the Formation Trap can often determine the outcome of a battle.

What's more, there are many hidden talents among the eighteen princes. Wasn't the "Yellow Turban Warrior" who once dominated the world and was invincible eventually defeated by a master?

"Believe it or not." Hua Xiong said, and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

"You just know how to brag." Zhang Fei said disdainfully.

"Third brother, talk less." Liu Bei walked forward and put his hand on Zhang Fei's shoulder.

He looked down at Hua Xiong. Liu Bei was born in a border area and had witnessed the troubles caused by foreign races. He had great respect for the man who resisted the foreign races on the grassland in his early years. Naturally, he did not want to insult this man.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei looked at their elder brother and the newly appointed military advisor, both of whom sided with Hua Xiong. They were filled with indignation and felt that they had fallen out of favor. They each snorted.

Yang Jin had no choice but to look at the silent young general in white robe at the door of the tent, "Zilong, what do you think?"

Zhao Yun's strength is the strongest among everyone present.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei have been in contact for so long, but they can't feel Zhao Yun's strength at all. From this point of view, the warriors who have broken through the body with Gangqi are all called "first-class generals", but the difference in strength is huge.

Zhao Yun came back to his senses and clasped his fists, saying, "Military Advisor, when I was young, I met a master who accepted me as his disciple. I learned martial arts well in the mountains, and there are only a handful of warriors in the world who can fight with me. When I was leaving the mountain, my master specifically told me that there is only one person I cannot defeat."

"Oh?"

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, who were still sulking, turned to look at the young general in white robe who was speaking wildly in the tent.
Guan Yu picked up a copy of the Spring and Autumn Annals, and practiced the divine sword technique by himself. He believed that all the warriors in the world were just like chickens and dogs. But when facing a "first-class general", if he could not kill him quickly with three swords, he would have to fight for a hundred rounds. He modestly called himself "the top three".

This young man in white robe is younger and crazier than him.

"There are only a handful of people who can fight with me" can be put in a more arrogant way, that is, "There are only a handful of people who are worthy of fighting with me."

"There is only one person whom I cannot defeat" is equivalent to saying that I am the second best general in the world.

Are there any experts?

Hua Xiong, who was lying dead, opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Yun.

Facing so many eyes staring at him, Zhao Yun remained neither arrogant nor humble, and continued: "That man is Lu Bu. Master said that I would definitely die if I faced him. He is the only one in the world who has reached the seventh level of martial arts, and common sense cannot be used to infer him."

"The seventh realm of martial arts that no one has ever reached?"

Yang Jin also knew about this world's number one general, but he had too little information. "In other words, is it true that Lü Bu defeated an army with three arrows?"

"That year, I was there, standing like a minion." Hua Xiong was stunned. "The golden light streaked across the sky like a meteor, and the thick clouds were split by a sharp sword, accompanied by a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and the earth."

"Thirty miles away, the king who dominated the grassland was ruthlessly nailed to the ground. His blood dyed the earth red. The king's flag collapsed. The alien army was in a dead silence. No one dared to make the slightest sound. They all stopped in their tracks, filled with fear."

"The next day, the alien army withdrew. We won easily without losing a single soldier."

There was a strange light flashing in Hua Xiong's eyes, and he danced and excitedly recounted the thrilling events he had witnessed that day. Most of the subsequent plot was pieced together from the memories of the aliens.

"Take my advice, it's not too late to go home and farm now."

An arrow shot thirty miles away?! What kind of mythical version of shooting the halberd at the gate?!
Yang Jin looked solemn.

"I don't believe it, pretty boy, let's fight one-on-one."

Zhang Fei forced Zhao Yun to fight outside.

Zhao Yun did not hide his strength.

In half an hour, Zhang Fei was defeated in ten battles and his face became even darker.

Guan Yu, who was watching the battle on the side, had a solemn expression.

Yang Jin suddenly felt that it was a bit unsafe to rely solely on the dream team consisting of Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Zhao Yun to attack Lu Bu.

Well, facing Lu Bu, let the eighteen princes go first.

……

The soldiers under the command of the eighteen princes were preparing to attack Hulao Pass in one go.

Inside the tent, the various princes raised their glasses high, and the atmosphere was harmonious. At the banquet, Cao Cao kept toasting Guan Yu, and he looked more and more satisfied.

"Report."

At this moment, a messenger with a panicked look rushed into the tent, knelt on the ground, and reported in a trembling voice, "A young general suddenly rushed out from the Dong bandit army... Our army was defeated."

"what?"

The eighteen princes stood up one after another, left their tents, and looked at the battlefield from a high place. The coalition soldiers were defeated, and only a few generals dared to charge at a young general.

To Yang Jin's left was Hua Xiong, whose face could not be seen clearly due to his visor, and to his right was Zhao Yun. The three of them followed Liu Bei closely, standing on the high platform, staring at the battle situation.

Yang Jin secretly activated his "mental power" and turned his gaze towards the battlefield where flames of war were raging.

I saw a handsome young man about fifteen years old, wearing a three-pronged purple gold crown on his head, a red brocade robe with flowers from Xichuan, a chain mail with animal masks and heads swallowed, and a delicate lion belt around his waist; he carried a bow and arrow, held a painted halberd, and sat on a neighing red rabbit horse.

Like a tiger descending from the mountain, it is invincible.

The young man did not have the slightest aura, but Yang Jin was able to see through everything with the help of his "mental power".

Several second-rate generals roared, with arrogance all over their bodies, and pounced on the young man like angry lions.

But the young man just swung his halberd lightly, and those generals fell to the ground like fallen leaves swept by autumn wind, and died, just like those unknown soldiers.

When the eighteen princes saw this scene, they were all horrified.

The ones who died in the hands of the young generals were their second-rate generals! They were all famous masters! Even the first-rate generals didn't dare to say they could face several people working together!

Now, he was killed by the young general with a casual halberd.

The first-rate generals behind the eighteen princes all had solemn expressions.

That’s right, they also couldn’t sense any aura from the young man.

If those second-rate generals had not rushed forward and died, they would really have thought that someone was having a "fixed match".

Some sharp-eyed people noticed that when the young general swung his Fang Tian Hua Ji, the air around him seemed to solidify into substance. It turned out that all his strength was restrained by him and not leaked out.

Such skills are even more frightening.

"Could that young man be... Lu Bu?!" Yang Jin looked at the young man's attire and his BMW Red Hare. Except for his age, everything else was right. He was confused and asked Hua Xiong who was standing beside him in a low voice.

Hua Xiong looked at the "young Lu Bu" with a complicated look in his eyes. He spoke slowly in a low and solemn voice:
"That's it."

What does it mean?
Without waiting for Yang Jin to ask Hua Xiong in detail.

"not good!"

"That person is coming towards us!!"

The eighteen princes who were watching the battle were suddenly startled and shouted loudly.

The "young general" was seen fighting wantonly in the army, unstoppable, cutting a bloody path through the crowd, and then rushing straight towards the camp.

Immediately, that pair of heart-pounding eyes approached.

The camp was suddenly in chaos.

"My lord, don't panic!"

A general picked up his sword and went out to fight the "young general".

……

(End of this chapter)