Shenfu Danzun

Chapter 1317 The game just started
"Yan Hong, send someone to help me deliver these things to the gate of Qionghua Palace. It's better for us not to get involved in these family matters."

Zhang Kun said lightly, and then looked at the Qionghua Palace in the distance. These things should belong to him. After all, he is also a disciple of Qionghua Palace, as long as he is not removed from Qionghua Palace by his master , Zhang Kun recognized his status as a disciple, and was willing to help the sect do what he could.

Regardless of Li Qingluan's attitude towards him, this is his attitude towards Qionghua Palace.

Yan Hong scratched her head and opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything, and threw the documents sorted out on the ground to a frontier soldier: "Put it in front of the Qionghua Palace, and watch them take it before you come back .”

"Yes!"

Bian Jun patted his chest before leaving with a stack of documents.

Zhang Kun sat by the fire, lost in thought.

The appearance of a traitor in Qionghua Palace also means that, apart from the sect where the mastermind is behind the scenes, the situation in the other palace is not far from the same.After the Twelve Sects besieged Qionghua Palace, the Sixth Court would probably attack another palace, and the entire interior would probably set off another bloodbath.

The only pity is that he doesn't know who is behind the scenes in the remaining two palaces. What's more, apart from Qionghua Palace, he doesn't know the location of the remaining two palaces at all. Gongmen, would he believe his own side of the story, and is it just an inference?

"Forget it, just let them go."

Zhang Kun smiled lightly, and decided to put these things behind him. Let them take care of these palace matters. As long as they don't provoke me, as long as they don't hinder my pursuit of the Dao, then everything will be fine. Questions, feel free to toss them.

"Zhang Kun, do you want me to form a sect at the border?"

Yan Hong suddenly spoke.

He also brewed these words in his heart for a long time before he said them.

For a person who has been on the battlefield all year round, life without fighting makes him feel a bit boring, but now, Zhang Kun has completely turned the barbarian, the biggest opponent, into a friend, which makes the uniform life in the border customs dull. It was tasteless, which made him very uncomfortable.

Forming a sect and finding something for himself to do, this is also the way he often used to deal with it when he was almost crazy when he was so free these days. Satisfying his inner needs, this kind of thing that literati like, he can't arouse the slightest interest now.

As the saying goes, when a man walks in the world, he should have lofty ambitions to live up to this life.

The establishment of the Zongmen is also the result of his long-term thinking. With the frontier army, at least in the short term, the entire Zongmen will not be short of manpower, and above the border, the scarcity of cultivation resources makes these practitioners progress slowly. , Therefore, as long as the funds can be used to make cultivation resources no longer a problem, someone will definitely come to join him.

According to Yan Hong's more than ten years of experience in the border, he knows that there is no shortage of geniuses here, and the reason why these geniuses are buried is that they are restricted by cultivation resources.

"Why, you also want to compete with these sects?"

Zhang Kun replied with a smile. In fact, in his opinion, forming a sect is also a desirable method. If there is a sect above the border, it must be the only one. The pressure of competition is not great, and it will not attract other sects. Suppression, you can safely pass the most difficult time, and the subsequent development will be smooth.

"Where, I'm just a little bored."

Yan Hong shook her head helplessly, and pointed to a few barbarians who were guarding not far behind Zhang Kun: "Look, these people have become friends, and I have nothing to do in the future. Driven mad."

Hearing Yan Hong's answer, Zhang Kun also laughed. He didn't expect Yan Hong to have such an idea, which was beyond his expectation. Ordinary people, even himself, after a long time of busy work, I will think about finding a time to rest and rejuvenate.

But this Yanhong is lucky, she can't stay idle.

"However, if you want to form a sect, you have to give me the position of a registered elder. I don't care about anything, so I just have a name."

Hearing Zhang Kun's ridicule, she agreed with her own thoughts, and Yan Hong quickly patted Zhang Kun's shoulder: "Don't even think about the position of elder, tell me, which one do you choose, the head or the deputy head?"

"Of course I want them all!"

Zhang Kun and Yan Hong smiled heartily, completely ignoring the mournful wailing in the ancient Suolongzhu not far away, let alone the wailing in the forest not far away.

The world of cultivators is more cruel than the world of ordinary people. If they are ordinary people, no matter how strong they are, they will always have a way to sneak attack. The strength of the strong is not completely superior to that of the defeated.As for cultivators, the gap in strength between them can be said to be very different.

A strong man in the Mahayana period can crush countless foundation-building practitioners to death, and even, there will be no time or room for resistance at all.

Now, Zhang Kun is that strong man, he can wantonly deprive the opponent of everything, just like those strong men in the past who wantonly killed him, there is no room for resistance at all.

If there is no strength, it means nothing. If the strong come, they will succumb to women, while the weak will have no room or chance to resist except howling and generating a bit of useless anger.

And what the members of these twelve sects did to Zhang Kun at the beginning was not much worse than what Zhang Kun did now.

I don't know how long it took, when Zhang Kun and Yan Hong had almost discussed the matter of forming a sect, the screams and pain in the Huanggu Suolongzhu disappeared without a trace. He raised his hand and took the Huanggu Suolongzhu back , Zhang Kun looked at the twelve intact masters lightly, and grinned.

"Kill me."

"Even if you're a ghost, I won't let you go! You bastard!"

……

Except for two or three sect masters who still spoke ill of Zhang Kun, the rest of the sect masters looked at Zhang Kun with empty eyes, as if they were waiting for the final verdict of fate, and now they only wanted to die.

"Why, all of you are drooping and listless, and such a small matter has taken away your courage to resist?"

Zhang Kun looked at the twelve masters, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "The game has just begun, don't let me down."

As soon as Zhang Kun raised his hand, the twelve masters had disappeared, and their relatives and family members disappeared with them.

"Zhang Kun, what are you going to do with them?"

Now that there is no one else, Yan Hong asked directly.

(End of this chapter)