Chapter 113 Northerners, do you dare to fight?

"It's enough if you have this intention."

"This time, in addition to informing you of the news of Patriarch Gong's death, I also want to discuss with you the battle with the State of Chu in ten days."

"Talk to me?"

Liang Hui held the hilt of the sword at his waist with a mysterious look in his eyes.

"As a disciple of the sect, you are qualified to make suggestions."

A middle-aged man in a yellow Taoist robe slowly walked up to Liang Hui and sat down cross-legged.

Liang Hui waved his hand and sat down.

The middle-aged man carefully looked at the Taoist priest whom the ancestor had appointed before he left.

His face was ordinary, except for his eyes, which were like the starry sky, deep and dark.

"This battle at the bone, marrow, and internal organs level is very important to the sect."

"Especially after the death of Patriarch Gong, we must let the villains know that our Beast Taming Sect has not declined."

Liang Hui, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, took his hand off the hilt of the sword.

"What do you mean, lord? Just tell me."

"More than half of the sect's warriors were lost in the previous turmoil."

"Although a large number of independent cultivators have joined recently, the time is too short, and the warriors at each stage are bound to be a little weaker than usual."

"If possible, I hope you can participate."

"Of course, everything depends on your wishes."

There was helplessness in the clan leader's words.

If he had a choice, he certainly wouldn't want a genius like Liang Hui to go up and fight.

However, the importance of this battle with Da Chu to the Beastmaster Sect has been mentioned again and again.

Liang Hui chuckled, picked up a book from the side and prepared to read it.

"It's just a small matter. I'll participate."

This is really not a big deal for him.

After receiving so many benefits from the Beast Taming Sect, dealing with some small fries is not an excessive request.

Moreover, he did not want the Beast Taming Sect to show weakness and be squeezed out of the position of overlord of Tuzhou.

"it is good!"

The Beast Taming Sect's leader had a sad expression, but a hint of smile appeared on his face.

He became more and more satisfied with the young man in front of him. It turned out that Patriarch Gong had not chosen the wrong person.

"Gather at the mountain gate in two days. I will lead the team myself."

After a pause, he took out a green talisman paper from his arms and handed it over.

"This is one of the sect's foundations. It can be used to save lives at critical moments."

"I see."

Liang Hui took the talisman paper, felt the surging energy in it, and tapped his forehead lightly.

The yellow-robed figure in front of him also disappeared.

The young man took out "Black Shrimp Fist" from his arms and began to study it again.

As for the so-called fighting within the same realm, do we need to prepare?

No need!
He is capable of defeating all the refining organs by himself. This is the belief he has developed along the way.

He is no longer the powerless boy in Huaiyuan Town.

Moreover, it has been nearly ten days since we left the underground space.

Whether it is refining the internal organs or nourishing the seal objects, it is a step forward.

Refining the internal organs (88.56%) and warming and nourishing (93.25%)

It won't be long before both of them enter a higher level.

The corners of Liang Hui's mouth turned up, and a hint of amusement appeared in his eyes.

Everyone, I am about to reach the top again. Have you thought about how to face me?
Two days later.

Under the steps of the Beast Taming Sect.

A building ship as tall as the mountain stands quietly here.

Dozens of exotic green birds in shackles lay docilely under the ship.

Liang Hui, standing at the bow of the ship, looked down at the jungle and hills below.

"Are you the new Daozi of my sect?"

"I didn't expect he was a warrior."

Curious words came from behind.

At the same time, a graceful figure slowly came to the young man and observed him carefully.

Liang Hui turned sideways and looked at the woman in yellow beside him.

From what he perceived, the woman in front of him was only at the Bone Refining level, and was weaker than the average Bone Refining level.

"I'm."

After glancing at the woman in yellow, he turned his gaze towards the bottom of the ship.

"It's really Michiko!"

"Michiko, do you think we will win?" "Can we all come back?"

The woman's voice gradually became lower and lower, and it was obvious that she knew that getting them all back was just a luxury.

Liang Hui did not turn sideways, but observed the strange birds flying up and chirping.

There are also ships that are constantly emitting magical power.

boom!
With a deafening roar, the ship rose into the air and sped towards the south.

Liang Hui stroked the ship's guardrail, feeling the warmth in his palm, and said:
"Are you a disciple who participated in the battle with the State of Chu? If so, you don't have to participate."

"Diaozi, I am not qualified to participate in this fight. I am just a corpse collector."

"Take the bodies of your companions and return to the clan."

The woman in yellow muttered as she watched the scene passing by beneath her feet.

Liang Hui did not reply.

Turn around!

Looking at the silent people in the ship.

Then, he walked slowly towards the room in the center of the ship.

At the same time, a gentle voice came into the woman's ears.

"In a battle at the level of refining internal organs, you are not needed to collect the bodies."

"I believe you, Michiko."

"Also, my name is Jiang Yun."

The only response she received was the sound of the door closing, but Jiang Yun's beautiful face was filled with a happy smile.

She was happy that fewer disciples in the sect would die.

As Daozi is the leader of the younger generation of the sect, his words must be true.

The ship sped along the way while Liang Hui practiced all the way.

Seven days later, the tower ship arrived at the border between Zhou and Chu, the Zhou army camp.

The ship has just landed.

Hearty laughter came from the military camp.

A sturdy man in black armor strode out of the military camp with a smile on his face.

"Brother Ji, I feel relieved now that you are here."

"You are too polite, General. This fight requires both of us to work together to defeat Chu's ambitions."

The sect leader, wearing a yellow Taoist robe, jumped down from the ship and came in front of the burly man in black armor.

"Of course, this concerns the stability of the Great Zhou border, so how could we not try our best?"

"This time, the imperial court will send four people from each realm to fight."

"it is good."

A gentle smile appeared on Ji Lu's face.

"By the way, I heard that the Beast Taming Sect secretly cultivated a genius, and now he has been made a Daoist disciple."

"I don't know if I can meet him."

Daozi is a leader of the younger generation of the sect, so if he gets the chance, he will certainly observe the strong man in black armor carefully.

"I'm sorry, General. I, Zong Daozi, am currently practicing."

Ji Lu refused directly.

"Is that so? Looks like we'll have to see each other tomorrow."

Laughing loudly, the big man in black armor walked towards the military camp.

At this moment, the gentleness on Ji Lu's face turned cold.

It seems that the Great Zhou also received the news that Patriarch Gong had died in battle, otherwise why would they only send one general to receive him.

"You need to be patient!"

All the chaotic emotions in Ji Lu's heart turned into a light sigh.

The next day, early morning.

The junction of Zhou and Chu.

It was a vast desert, stained red, like hell.

Call ~
The strong wind blew, the sand and gravel flew, revealing the buried wreckage and weapons.

Since the Jin Dynasty, the South and the North have been fighting for thousands of years.

The bones of the strong men and soldiers buried here during that period are enough to pave the way for several states.

The wind and sand fell, revealing dense figures on both sides of the desert.

A soldier wearing armor, holding a weapon, looked at the enemy.

Murderous and evil spirits rose into the sky.

"Northerners, do you dare to fight?"

A loud shout came from the other side, like the beating of a heavenly drum, causing large pieces of red sand to explode.

One by one, the soldiers of the Great Zhou fell down with howls in agony.

(End of this chapter)