The silver armor is thin and light, which is conducive to cavalry sprinting. The flashing of the aura is obviously a magic weapon.

The horse was not an ordinary war horse, but a ferocious wind-strolling beast.

This is a monster with a irritable personality. Although it has poor long-distance raids, it has strong explosive power and is suitable for short-distance fighting. It is a mount commonly used by some low-level military generals.

A team of soldiers followed the Wind-Treading Beast, with five or six hundred people.

"Zhenhaiwei is not the place you guys who are cultivating immortals and asking questions should go. This lieutenant advises you to take off your armor and go back to your sect to practice?" The young military academy wearing silver armor looked at the calm soldiers around Zhao Yang, and said to Zhao Yang contemptuously.

"Do you know me?" Zhao Yang put away his spear and looked at the general indifferently.

"Haha, although I don't know you, which general in the army who is struggling will use such a spear technique that is not useful?" The silver armor general smiled, sat upright on his horse, and looked at the sergeant beside Zhao Yang.

"Everyone, He Shuangchi, the ninth-rank captain of Xiasuhe County, is here to go to Zhenhaiwei this time, and his subordinates need to form a new army." Speaking of this, a light of inspiration rose from his silver armor, and the wind-stairing beast under his seat also began to roar and snort.

"My father is an eighth-rank general of the governor of the Suhe County Magistrate. These five hundred brothers are all elites of Suhe County. If you don't abandon me, go to the New Army camp with me and make achievements together, how about?"

After saying these words, He Shuangchi smiled and waited for the answers of the two hundred soldiers beside Zhao Yang.

Zhenhaiwei is an iron-blooded military camp, which only focuses on strength. Only real strong people can survive.

These ordinary soldiers can only have more chances of survival if they follow the strong.

What is the identity of the eighth-grade ginseng general? Five hundred elites followed him when he started his career. I believe these people will have their own decisions.

The whistling sound of the wind was mixed with the sound of the wind-stepped beast, and then it disappeared.

The soldiers around Zhao Yang seemed not to understand He Shuangchi's words, and turned around and did whatever they should do.

A hint of redness flashed across He Shuangchi's face, then he smiled and said to his side: "Hu Dayou, go and try a few tricks to let this military officer take a look."

"Get orders!"

A black-armored soldier in his 40s beside the Wind Beast clasped his fists and took a few steps forward with a large black gun in his hand.

"Everyone, I'm so ugly!"

As soon as the spiritual energy in this person increased, a breath of mid-stage Qi refining was released.

"kill!"

With a loud shout, Hu Dayou's face was immediately full of murderous intent, and a big gun in his hand pierced out with a "chewing" sound.

"kill!"

"kill!"

...

With each roar, the big gun would stab forward. Within ten steps, the big gun turned into a black snake and stinged ten times.

Zhao Yang narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly.

This Hu Dayou is not because of his clever moves, but because of his many flaws.

However, this momentum of moving forward is within ten steps and under the same cultivation level, it really makes me feel invincible.

As for ten steps, if the enemy does not die, then you can only straighten your chest and give it to your head.

"No, not bad. It seems that Brother Hu is also a veteran of the hundred battles, and Zhao admires it." Looking at Hu Dayou who was panting, Zhao Yang bowed with a smile.

The soldiers around Zhao Yang also cheered.

These sergeants are simple-minded and can only look down on people who are truly capable.

Hu Dayou smiled openly, turned around and returned to the side of the Silver Armor General He Shuangchi.

Zhao Yang looked at him and found that there were seven or eight soldiers like Hu Dayou, He Shuangchi.

These people are extremely rich in cultivation and experience. If they fight against each other, these people alone can defeat the two hundred people around Zhao Yang.

Of course, this is not considered in the presence of Zhao Yang.

Even though Hu Dayou showed his gun technique, no one around Zhao Yang had the intention to surrender to He Shuangchi.

He Shuangchi sat on the wind-strolling beast. Seeing that no one was paying attention to it, he was so boring that he shouted: "Let's go!"

More than 500 soldiers left, Zhao Yang and the others rested on the spot. After each of them ate a bowl of monster meat soup, they set off.

Zhao Yang was still sitting in the carriage, his spiritual thoughts sinking into the game world, constantly polishing his gun skills and magic.

The Golden Pill Sword Cultivator is still in the game world and has killed nearly fifty monsters.

Zhao Yang was also the first to intuitively feel the power of a Jindan monk. Whether it is his soul, soul, blood, or spiritual power, he could not guess.

"Camping and resting!"

It was almost noon, and Zhao Yang shouted loudly in the carriage, and the team stopped, alerted and rested in an orderly manner.

It was still a monster at noon. This time, Zhao Yang asked Yu Youren to add some spiritual valleys to prepare a delicious meal.

"Sir, Manager Yang is here."

As soon as he picked up his job, Wu Mingshuo stepped forward and reported in a low voice.

"Shopkeeper Yang, it's better to come early than to come by chance. Why don't you have dinner together?" Zhao Yang said happily as he looked at Yang Peng who was strode towards him.

At this time, Yang Peng's face was full of fatigue, but his eyes were shining with light and his spirits were full of energy.

"Haha, that's good. Yang ran around overnight, but the water and rice had not entered for a day and night." Yang Peng said, coming to Zhao Yang and whispered: "Zhao Shenjun, it's done."

It's done.

The cooperation with Fuhua Warehouse was done.

In other words, in the future, Zhao Yang will be a partner of Fuhua Warehouse, and Fuhua Warehouse will invest a large amount of investment in Zhao Yang.

"These are two hundred magic weapons. I mobilized them from the main store and specially matched them with near-range attack magic weapons." Yang Peng handed a black storage bag to Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang took the storage bag and looked at it with his divine thoughts. In addition to the neat and unified black armor, various spears, swords, and longbows, they all have different proportions of equipment.

This value is more than 200,000 spirit stones.

However, Zhao Yang was not confused about this. The cheapness of the spirit stone did not matter to him.

"We will arrange the master you want within half a month. In order to support the actions of the adults, I will send you a group of people to use this time." As he said that, Yang Peng pointed at a group of men in black robes who were stopped by the soldiers in the distance.

Zhao Yang waved, and the soldiers over there made way.

These men in black robe and masked came three meters away from Zhaoyang and stood quietly.

Yang Peng solemnly handed a crystal red ball to Zhao Yang.

"This is the object controlled by these dead soldiers' qi and blood. Zhao Shenjun refined this object and could control them."

Zhao Yang took the warm ball, and his palms were protruded out, and a stream of mixed information entered his mind.

The twenty dead soldiers in front of them were all obtained by Fuhua Warehouse through different channels. Some of them were once sect monks, and some of them came from certain aristocratic families.

For various reasons, they lose their freedom and are restricted and controlled, and can only become slaves.

The small ball in Zhao Yang's hand imprisoned the hard work of these people. Just one thought of Zhao Yang can break the heart and kill them in an instant.

This is the world of cultivation. In addition to cultivating immortals and asking the Tao, there is also the darkness you unexpectedly expect.

"Four foundation building first level, six qi refining nine levels, and ten qi refining eight levels, which is not bad."

Refining the ball, Zhao Yang looked at the row of men in black in front of him, and smiled on his face.

"Greetings to Master." Twenty people knelt on one knee, pulled apart the black cloth covering their heads, and each exposed a black iron mask covering most of their faces.
Chapter completed!