The next day, the earth fell, and above the grass leaves and between the doors and windows, it was covered with thin white frost, and the cold was not as cold as the middle of winter.

When the sky was still dark, the shadow of the sun had not yet been seen, and Yangwu Camp had already used breakfast and the smoke from the cooking stove was cut off.

One by one, the mighty warriors burst out with fiery blood and were covered in black armor, standing in array like ghosts of hell.

Following the instructions of the general, he came out from the camp gate and headed towards the inner city.

This time, in order to demonstrate the power of the martial arts army, Meng Zhao specially brought the third battalion into the city, all of which were the best performers and the most brave and fearless warriors among the ten battalions.

At the same time, his generals also came out together, leaving only a few guarding camps. The rest were all wearing heavy armor and followed him to the Xiaofeng Hall headquarters.

It can be said that it is a congenital gathering, with masters like clouds, and strong people like rain.

Assemble the power of the great formation, all monsters and monsters will be beaten to pieces as long as they stand in front of him.

The army was dispatched and entered the city with such a big disturbance, of course it could not be concealed by anyone.

Along the way, the sonorous and powerful steps had already awakened countless dreamers.

The smart person has already closed the doors and windows, hugged his family, trembling.

The foolish man opened the door and saw the army like ghostly dead soldiers, scared to death, and then realized it.

Of course, this is limited to ordinary families. People with a little bit of power in Lingwu City have already reacted.

This army must be the Yangwu Army formed by various families recently. When they saw such military power, they were afraid and panic, and they couldn't help but feel a little proud and at ease. With such a powerful soldier to guard Lingwu City, what's the point of some rebels?

They were even more curious, with so many military forces sent to the inner city, what was the so-called "what is it that General Yang Wu wants to attack someone or a major force in the city?

For a moment, the speculation that many people were even more in a mess and anxious. The base camp was fine in the outer city, while those in the inner city were inevitably worried.

Fortunately, the army never stopped all the way. Although it disturbed the people, it did not cause any unrest.

Nonsense, such a terrifying army is ahead, how brave do you have to dare to cause trouble at this critical moment? Even if you are not afraid of death, you are not so tempted to die!

The march was not short. When the sky was bright and a red sun rose in the distance, almost most of the people with spies in the inner city had received news about this, and even sent powerful people to hang the army from afar to see where their ultimate goal was.

It is mainly because Yangwu Army has performed well in quality and high obedience since entering the inner city. It has never violated the people on the streets and alleys, and has never driven away these spies.

No matter how far apart the distance was, the moment when the Third Battalion Yangwu Army surrounded Xiaofeng Zongtang with the force of landslide and cracking, those sent to spy on the information had already realized that the Zhang family was the target of Meng Zhao's great fanfare this time.

Some people feel relaxed because they have never had social interactions with Xiaofengtang and even had conflicts. Some people's faces change wildly, making them look ugly and tight, and most of them have a close connection with Xiaofengtang.

The reason why they can stay here safely and watch the development of the situation is because they don’t know what purpose Meng Zhao is pursuing. If they know that they are going to destroy Xiaofengtang, they are afraid that some people will be even more anxious.

God knows whether the affairs of the Zhang family in Xiaofengtang will indirectly affect them. After all, Meng Zhao now controls the army and has this kind of terrifying force.

Some people even racked their brains to think about the fact that the Zhang family has done something that is angry and resentful recently, or that conflicts with Meng Zhao or conflicts have occurred, but no matter how they think about it, they can't figure it out. After all, it's all a thing that is gone.

This is also Meng Zhao's cleverness.

If he chooses forces that have old grudges with him and old grudges to attack him, no matter what his original intention is, it is difficult for the outside world to judge him with personal revenge.

This thing is that as long as there is this, you don’t want to block others’ mouths. The emperor cannot decide what the people say, let alone he is just a mere general Yang Wu?

Therefore, he chose Zhang Zhichong, Xiaofengtang, as a good target, and he has no personal grudges.

As a result, after he finished doing this, others wanted to use this as an excuse to attack Meng Zhao, but they were afraid that they would not have the opportunity to do so.

Such a big noise certainly attracted the attention of the people inside the Xiaofeng Zongtang. There were many warriors with weapons in hand guarding the boundary between the two stone pillars as the gate, barely plucking the courage to fight against the Yangwu army.

As time passed, more and more warriors gathered in Xiaofengtang, and their courage became increasingly bold. Some bloody and brave people even stepped out of that invisible boundary and came to the long street to provoke the Yangwu Army that suddenly surrounded this place.

Compared with the disciples stationed in the outer city, these inner city warriors have more exquisite cultivation and stronger spiritual will, and they have a spirit of enthusiasm, confidence and heroism from the inside out.

Obviously, they have a very high sense of identity with Xiaofengtang. Even when facing this imperial army that looked like a ghost of hell, they still have no sense of disaster. Instead, they think that things still have variables.

In fact, this is also the impact of the Yangwu Army's unmoving army. If the army arrives, Meng Zhao will order an attack. Now these warriors who look very rebellious may either move their heads or shivering in fear, and they will lie down at their feet and ask for surrender.

"Zhang Zhichong of Xiaofeng Hall is here. How dare you ask, which general made such a big joke, sent so many elite soldiers to surround me, Xiaofeng Hall?"

Finally, the Lord Zhang, who inherited his father's sacredness and inherited Xiaofeng Hall, appeared in the eyes of tens of thousands of people at the scene with a powerful and loud voice.

The sounds are rolling and continuous, and the terrifying power of the genius blows up the empty air in a series, shaking the sky and the earth.

One of the soldiers of the third camp was counted as one, and the sound of the sonorous sound echoed in his ears was all the same.

For a moment, the solemn, solemn, and murderous atmosphere created by tens of thousands of troops was swept away by this Zhang Zhi, with the momentum of repeated worlds and changing sky.

Behind him, there were five powerful warriors whose clothes were similar to his, and whose aura was connected with the energy of heaven and earth.

There are tall and short, fat and thin, with different appearances and temperaments.

Xiaofeng Hall, the nine innate ones, except for the one who died in the outer city last night, there are eight left. Two of them are working outside Lingwu City. The rest of the innate ones gathered under Xiaofeng Hall.

All these people came out of the same sect, and their martial arts were also of the same lineage. The breath was connected and endlessly, and they even gave people the illusion of suppressing these tens of thousands of troops.
Chapter completed!