The Legend of Mortal Killing Immortals

Chapter 555 Camp No. 37
Camp No. 37 was also the camp where the scouts were located. Generally, monks who came to the battlefield would transfer through Camp No. 37, and then split up the troops and distribute them among the remaining 36 camps.

And the temporary field commander of Camp No. 37 was Zhang Miaolin, who came from a decent school.Zhang Miaolin was originally the great-great-grandson of Zhang Tianshi, a guy who grew up with a golden key in his mouth. Although he did not become the head of the righteous sect and did not inherit the position of Zhang Tianshi, he was tough and domineering in the orthodox kung fu of the Taoist sect, and his cultivation was impressively less than 2000 At the age of two years, he has reached the stage of early adulthood, and he can be regarded as a talent of the sky.

But it is precisely because of this that Zhang Miaolin is so arrogant that he seldom puts anyone in his eyes. He also scoffs at the rumors of Zao Wou-ki, and does not think the rumors are true at all. Besides, Zhengyi is the number one school in the world , He even has arrogant capital.

So when Zhang Miaolin saw Zao Wou-ki, he suddenly felt dissatisfied with me, no matter how he looked at Zao Wou-ki, he didn't like it.

Zhao Wuji didn't like the second son at first, after seeing Zhang Miaolin's attitude, he directly filtered it out and pretended to ignore it.

"Hmph, just now I received a letter from the Immortal Cultivation Alliance. It is said that the famous Zao Wou-ki went out in person, is that your Excellency?" Zhang Miaolin was even more unhappy with Zao Wou-ki's attitude, and clasped his fists with a smirk.

"You're welcome, Commander Zhang!" Zhao Wuji responded casually.

"Zhao Daoyou, I have heard about Daoist's heroic deeds, but the rumors are not credible. I don't know... Is it hearsay?" Zhang Miaolin asked with narrowed eyes.

"Believe it or not, what does it have to do with me? I'm just here to kill the enemy!" Zhao Wou-ki replied contemptuously.

"Oh? Is that so? So... In your legend, there is a lot of water?" Zhang Miaolin twitched his lips.

The two confronted each other at the gate of Camp No. 37.

"So what if it's real? So what if it's fake? Can it be used as a weapon to kill a few more demon cultivators?" Zhao Wuji asked back with a sneer.

"Hmph, Fellow Daoist is really extremely arrogant. I want to teach you what you can do. I don't know what to do?" Zhang Miaolin said, pulling out a mahogany sword from behind...

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