Zhang Bairen smiled bitterly when he heard this. After listening to the words of the Huai Shui God, why didn’t he understand this truth? It’s just that his seven souls condensed into one, carrying a sword fetus. How can he get started with the traditional practice of practicing? This is forcing himself to comprehend the Four Sword Arts!

The current sword cultivation is not Zhang Bairen himself, but brought by the innate sword fetus. Although the sword fetus integrates into his own soul and becomes one with him, Zhang Bairen knows that this sword fetus must be cultivated bit by bit to command like an arm, and can only break through to a higher level in the future.

Therefore, Zhang Bairen kept meditating and comprehending the sword fetus, absorbing the power of the innate sword fetus all day long, and condensing his own sword fetus.

It’s just that Zhang Bairen’s practice was too short and the sword body was too difficult to comprehend. Even with Zhang Bairen’s understanding, he had only found a little bit of the sword body at this time. It was not easy to condense his own sword body.

Yes, on the battlefield, Zhang Bairen's sword intent is indeed extremely powerful. If you talk about the pure sword intent, you should be the best in the world. But Zhang Bairen's family knows that this power is not his own, but he borrows the innate sword innate. With his current sword innate, he can only mobilize the power of the sword innate. As for condensing his sword innate, Zhang Bairen will let go of this idea for the time being. When can he find the right material to temper his four killing swords? With the right material, he can condense his sword innate. However, all this takes time and is full of unknowns. If he can't find it in his lifetime, Zhang Bairen really doesn't know what to do. Should he just sit and wait for death?

Looking at Zhang Bairen's expression, Huaishui Shui Shen was stunned: "Does your brother have any difficulties?"

Zhang Bairen nodded fiercely, and the Huaishui Shui God smiled: "Since my brother knows it, even if I didn't say it, as long as I'm careful in the future, I'll do it."

At this time, Zhang Bairen was wearing military clothes, and I don’t know whose clothes were. His trousers were tied together, and they looked extremely ugly.

"Brother, do you think my clothes can become dry? I'm afraid I can't go home to explain it when I wear this outfit." Zhang Bairen held up the package in his arms and looked at the Huaishui Shui God with anticipation.

"My brother is joking. You are really guarding the treasure mountain without knowing it. Why do I need to take action? You can do it yourself." Huaishui Shui God smiled.

"My brother, don't joke. It's okay to tell me to play swordsmanship, but I can't do it." Zhang Bairen shook his head repeatedly.

"No! Do you still remember the pearl you gave to you?" Huaishuishui Shin said: "This pearl can ward off water, and it can not drown when it enters the water, and can control the water flow. You still need to think about it carefully. You are here for me!"

After the words fell, the Huai River God disappeared, leaving Zhang Bairen to start tinking the bead against the cold north wind.

It took a long time to see the beads emit a sensation, and the water vapor in the air was instantly absorbed, and Zhang Bairen's clothes were also instantly dry.

"It's such a good treasure, a must-have item for traveling at home." Zhang Bairen swallowed the beads, found his "temporary stronghold" and changed his clothes before walking towards his home.

After a big battle, it was getting darker. Zhang Bairen held the dry food he had caught from the army in his hand and shouted: "Mom, I'm back!"

"Why is it so late today?" Zhang's mother said in the yard.

"When the Turks and the Sui army were fighting, the child was watching, and before he knew it, the sky had dimmed." Zhang Bairen placed the dry food on the ground.

"Oh, we live well here, it's all because the Sui army led the Turks. Once the Sui army left, the Weishi would definitely send someone to clean up the battlefield. Our village is afraid that it will not escape the evil move. Now the people in the village are panic and are thinking about relocation." Zhang's mother nagged, and Zhang Bairen sat in front of the stove with a cloak, lifted the stove open, and the heat instantly rose.

"You kid, save some burning. It's not easy for you Uncle Zhang to chop firewood." Zhang's mother glared at Zhang Bairen.

"Mom, now I am different from the past. I have some friendship with those generals in the army. I will just ask them to send a batch of firewood another day. Anyway, the army has a large population, so it is not bad for our family to pay for this amount." Zhang Bairen smiled.

Zhang's mother glared at Zhang Bairen: "You are a disciple. Don't contact those reckless men in the army, so as not to learn bad things."

Zhang Bairen smiled and didn't say anything.

Zhang Bairen was not asked to wait for long. The next day, just as the genius dawned, when Song Laosheng's howling sound came from the entrance of the village: "Mr.! Mr.! General said that you would like to go to the big tent to tell me today!"

"Sir, where are you?" Song Laosheng's voice caused a commotion in the village. He lay on the crack in the door and looked out. When he saw that he was a member of the army, he immediately remained silent, and the entire village became quiet in an instant.

Listening to the rough voice that broke the quietness in the village, Zhang's mother frowned, and Zhang Bairen wiped her face randomly: "Mom, this is looking for me, I'll go and have a look, I don't have to wait for me for breakfast!"

"Oh" Watching Zhang Bairen run away, Zhang's mother sighed softly, standing there for a long time without saying a word. It was not until a cold wind blew, that she woke up like a dream, suddenly came to her senses, and began to clean up the house.

"What are you shouting? I haven't seen everyone in the village looking at us," Zhang Bairen said dissatisfied.

"Hehe, I can't find my husband's home?" Song Laosheng smiled.

Zhang Bairen glanced at Song Laosheng and tightened his clothes: "General called me? Isn't it slow!"

"We have never delayed the matter in our army." Song Laosheng took Zhang Bairen to the military camp.

The famous general Yu Juluo of the Sui Dynasty and Zhang Bairen have been famous for a long time. Whether it is official history or interpretation, Yu Juluo's military power is absolutely not weak.

"Mr. must have not eaten yet," said Song Laosheng: "This time, the young man has a good taste. People who practice martial arts eat fine stews and fine stews. The general's daily breakfast is definitely no worse than those pipes in Daxing City." Song Laosheng was a little excited when he said that he had eaten.

Zhang Bairen didn't say much. As Song Laosheng walked into the camp and felt the strange gazes of the soldiers around him, Zhang Bairen's heart appeared in his heart.

"Did the young man know how many people he killed yesterday?" Song Laosheng carefully and took Zhang Bairen's expression into his eyes.

"How many?" Zhang Bairen said.

"Seventy-eight people! Each of them all cut their throats with one sword. This is absolutely impossible to be wrong. The sword technique in the army is so sharp, you are the only one." Song Laosheng said regretfully: "You almost became a hundred people, if it weren't for the sacrificial slaughter."

Zhang Bairen finally knew why the eyes of those soldiers were so weird. Thinking of a four or five-year-old child, who was thin and sick, but he was notoriously cruel and ruthless. He almost killed a hundred people on the battlefield. This is simply a legend!

After so many years of being in the army, Zhang Bairen may not have killed more than half of them at once. How can you not have a strange look?

At this time, Zhang Bairen has become a legend in the border army! The legend of a young man killing people and enjoying the devil!

If you kill too many people, sometimes it is also a kind of capital.

Song Laosheng quietly observed Zhang Bairen's expression. When he saw Zhang Bairen was unmoved, he just raised his eyebrows. These seventy-odd lives seemed to be a number for him, and it was just a number.

"What a great killing! This is a murderous machine born for killing people. It was born for the battlefield." Song Laosheng said secretly.

"Here!" Song Laosheng led Zhang Bairen to the tent, and without having to pass the personal guards, he led Zhang Bairen in directly.

"I have seen the general, Mr. Zhang Bairen and Mr. Zhang Xiao are here." Song Laosheng saluted respectfully.

Zhang Bairen looked at the man sitting upright in the center of the tent, but was slightly stunned and a little distracted. According to Zhang Bairen's guess, Yu Juluo should not be like this. At least he was extremely powerful, mighty and domineering, and had a domineering spirit. However, is this handsome man in front of him really the famous Yu Juluo of the Great Sui Dynasty?

"Have you seen the general" Feeling Yu Juluo Wen's gaze, Zhang Bairen woke up in an instant and bowed quickly.
Chapter completed!