Since the establishment of Weiyang, it seems that there has been a subtle competitive relationship with Zhuqueying. Although the vast majority of Weiyang's guards were still prisoners of Zhuqueying. At that time, Zhuqueying was invincible and dominated Xiaoshan border, unmatched in reputation. In fact, for a long time after its establishment, Weiyang was in an extremely embarrassing situation, with weak combat effectiveness, unable to fight for the adults, and often even a burden.

  Even many people in Zhuque Camp couldn't understand why the adults would set up such a weak combat force as the Weiying.

  Everyone in the Weiying sect held their breath, they cultivated wildly and without regard for their physical strength. They never asked what they were cultivating or why they had to cultivate like this, but just buried their heads and cultivated bitterly. Bitter? They were cultivation slaves, not afraid of hardship.

  Finally, the situation changed gradually after Shulong became a Jia. After becoming a Jia, Shulong not only regained his youthful appearance but also rapidly improved his combat strength to become one of the top fighters under the adult commander. The lethality of Wuxia's killing array began to provide combat power, however, the main protagonist of the battle was still Zhuque Camp.

  Their cumbersome heavy armor makes their movements slow, which puts them more in a defensive position.

  The situation has finally changed.

  Shu Long tightly grasped the long spear in his hand, a cool sensation spreading from his palm, as if a surge of energy was drilling into his body, filling his chest with boundless fighting spirit.

  They're not just multiple pieces of equipment!

  Shu Long suddenly saw Zuo Mo and Ah Gui at the entrance of the camp, and hastily paid his respects.

  He glanced around and saw everyone practicing hard, a few smiles appeared on his face: "Not bad."

  He was worried about the morale issue before, but now seeing the bustling scene in the camp, he suddenly felt a little relieved. In fact, the morale of the Weiying camp has always been quite good, and the Xuanxiao atmosphere here is even more hopeful for the Weiying camp to surpass the Zhuque camp, they are even more energetic in their cultivation. On the contrary, the morale of the Zhuque camp was affected more, but after Zuo Mo passed on a copy of "Shi Ling", they also calmed down.

  The way out can be slowly sought, but if even the spiritual energy for cultivation is gone, it's like having a sword hanging over one's head.

  Ah Wen saw Zuo Mo and hastily ran over: "Sir, sir."

  Zuo Mo saw Ah Wen and smiled as he asked: "Ah Wen, how's your cultivation going?"

  Ah-Wen is much more robust than when he was just rescued, with a sleek black armor that looks anything but cumbersome, instead it's light and agile.

  "Hey, adults, look!" Ah Wen Cai Bao held up his own black spear: "I've also transformed into a soldier! And I've figured out some fun things too!"

  The pitch-black long spear had no patterns, but gave a sense of fine polishing, with smooth and natural lines, and two blood grooves on either side of the spearhead. The bright red agate, hung at the tip of the spear, made the originally gloomy and cold black spear suddenly have several degrees of fierce and bold aura.

  "Can Jue leave his body?" Zuo Mo asked.

  "It can't." Ah Wen rubbed his head and said: "The black spear is formed by the condensation of evil energy, once it leaves one's hand, it will disperse."

  Zuo Mo also became interested: "Come on, come on, let's see a demonstration."

  Awen readily obeyed, doing a somersault and flipping out more than 20 feet. The others in the camp saw this and stopped what they were doing to cheer Awen on.

  "Little monkey, come one!"

  "Little monkey, don't lose face in front of adults!"

  "Haha, little monkey, if it's not working out, switch people early!"

  ……

  When Ah Wen was rescued, his body was very thin and small. Although he is now quite robust, in this Weiying where everyone is strong and sturdy, his build is indeed slender. Plus Ah Wen's lively and agile personality, quick-witted and cunning, the gang simply calls him Little Monkey.

  "Hmph, be jealous then!"

  Awen cursed and turned back, his smiling face suddenly turning solemn, standing with a spear in hand.

  The originally noisy Weiying immediately fell silent, the smiles on everyone's faces disappeared, and their expressions turned serious. Ah Wen was young but had an extraordinary talent, sitting firmly in the second position of the Weiying, with combat power only inferior to Shu Long. They were all curious about what Ah Wen had realized after entering meditation for so long in the misty fog.

  Shu Long's face showed a relieved expression, he was the oldest in age, with a calm and steady personality, his competitive spirit had long since faded. Ah Wen was basically taught by him alone, seeing his rapid progress, he was overjoyed in his heart.

  Awen's face was solemn, the air around him flowing and swirling, speeding up rapidly, and in an instant, it was whistling loudly, like a sharp blade screaming.

  Clang!

  A loud sound of metal clashing, his body's black armor suddenly popped out many long black gold feathers.

  Zuo Mo was shocked.

  Awen's slender and tall figure was originally, at this time added these long black gold feathers, more agile. Only to see Awen's feet slightly bent, immediately followed by his body disappearing from the original place.

  So fast! Zuo Mo's pupils contracted slightly, his eyesight was extraordinary, but he could only see a black shadow. He was shocked in his heart, Ah Wen's current speed, unless Zuo Mo used the Ming Virtual Wing, otherwise, there was no way to catch up with him except by eating dust behind his butt.

  "This kid isn't bad." Pú Yāo also couldn't help but chime in: "Look, this is the difference! Someone else can cultivate to this level with just one broken 'Kǔ Wèi', don't you feel ashamed?"

  "What's there to be ashamed of?" Zuo Mo didn't turn his head, casually responding with a sentence: "The stronger he is, the better."

  Pu Yao suddenly remembered the guy in front of him, whose face was so thick-skinned that he had long been immune to this level of ridicule.

  Zuo Mo rubbed his chin and said directly: "Not bad, not bad! With such speed, we won't need to use the turtle method anymore. I just wonder if it can fly? If it can fly, that's great!"

  "Don't think so highly of yourself." Pu Yao couldn't bear the sight of Zuo Mo's pleased expression, and coldly laughed: "This little guy has a rare talent, others are far inferior to him. They can only be heavy armor guards." Then his tone changed: "So many cultivation sects, all blind as dogs, such a good seedling, yet they don't even notice."

  The Pu demon started habitual group ridicule again.

  Zuo Mo didn't pay attention to him, but instead looked seriously at Ah Wen inside the arena. Ah Wen's speed was extremely fast, not inferior to those sword cultivators who walked on swords, and his agility was even better than that of the sword cultivators.

  Zuo Mo, who was already considered a veteran, knew very well that having such an astonishing speed would bring him what kind of advantage in actual combat.

  In mid-air, Ah Wen made a flip, and the black spear in his hand suddenly stabbed out.

  Hiss!

  Thirty zhang away in front of him, a spearhead suddenly appeared out of thin air!

  "What is this?" Zuo Mo's expression changed suddenly.

  "It's just a small trick, nothing to be surprised about." Although he said so, Pu Yao's face still couldn't hide his pride: "To comprehend the Breaking Void at such a young age is indeed rare even among the Demon Guards."

  Pú Yāo's expression turned slightly regretful: "Actually, Shù Lóng's innate talent isn't bad, it's just a pity that he started cultivating at an older age."

  Others couldn't help but marvel, their eyes wide with wonder, lest they miss a single detail. Now Ah Wen's many techniques were enlightening to them all, especially those who broke through the camp guards.

  Awen in the air seemed to have completely broken through the shackles of space, his spearhead appeared at will in any place within a hundred feet around him.

  The demon with a great mood immediately began to show off: "Actually, this little guy's type of Ku Wei is relatively rare. The main responsibility of the Mo Shi Wei lies in protecting the master, not in killing enemies. So the most common Mo Shi Wei are big lugs, these guys from the Wei camp are too weak. The best Mo Shi Wei are Ling Shan Niu Mo and Shi Xie Mo, if they cultivate 'Ku Wei', tsk, it's completely a mobile small mountain. If it's Chang Mo cultivating 'Ku Wei', it's easier to produce this type of shadow guard that excels in speed. But who would use a Chang Mo that dies with just one touch as a guard, don't they think their life is short enough?"

  Upon hearing this, Zuo Mo finally noticed the other people in the Wei camp and found that they were all big and tall. Every single one of them had exaggerated muscles, their physiques generally half a size larger than ordinary people. Adding on top of that was thick armor, making them look like moving steel fortresses.

  At this moment, the red tassel on Ah Wen's black spear suddenly turned into a flame and wrapped around the spearhead.

  "Kill!"

  Awen let out a loud roar, and a beam of red and black light tore through the air.

  Boom!

  Everyone suddenly felt a burst of scorching and ferocious air waves sweeping through the entire camp.

  After the air waves dissipated, a deep pit about five zhang wide appeared in the corner of the camp.

  It was a simple matter to blast out a hole five zhang wide. But this hole seemed to be quite deep. Lefei flew to the edge of the hole and looked down at the bottom, his heart suddenly chilled - this hole was probably no less than twenty zhang deep!

  A ditch five zhang wide is no big deal, but a pit twenty zhang deep is an extremely difficult thing!

  And this pit is like a knife cutting tofu, the bottom and top of the pit are equally wide. This can only explain one thing, that Ah Wen's blow has a concentrated and evenly distributed force.

  Left Mo Zong thought to himself, even if he was the one who suffered such a blow, it's likely that more than half of his life would be gone.

  A Wen's figure flashed and appeared beside Zuo Mo.

  "Not bad, little monkey." Zuo Mo praised: "But it's really an eye-opener for me."

  Awen's face suddenly turned red and he felt a bit embarrassed: "I've made a fool of myself in front of you, sir."

  "Oh, little monkey, you're going to get shy again?"

  "Haha, little monkey's face is getting thinner!"

  The people around suddenly burst into laughter, and Ah Wen became even more embarrassed, scratching his head and standing aside. Seeing him like this, the others laughed even harder.

  Zuo Mo couldn't help but burst into loud laughter.

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  "Is what you're saying true?"

  The elders inside burst out, and many of them even stood up involuntarily. These elders were so emotional that they naturally forgot to hold back their strength, and all the furniture in the room went "crack crack crack", exploding into pieces.

  Tsang Tse's scalp felt numb and he didn't dare utter a word: "He said it that way."

  "How could he possibly know how to cultivate the Azure Mark Technique? He must be a scammer!"

  "Regardless of whether he's a swindler or not, bring him over and everything will be clear!"

  "What if he really does? If we offend him, our loss will be great!"

  ……

  The old men of the Cang tribe opened their mouths one after another, each with a red face and thick neck, looking as if they were about to kill someone.

  Cang Ze buried his head even lower, secretly lamenting in his heart.

  "Shut up!" A low voice rose, and all sounds ceased simultaneously.

  The old man finally spoke up, and Cang Ze wiped away a cold sweat, feeling somewhat relieved in his heart.

  "What conditions does he have?" The old man with a face full of wrinkles opened his eyes.

  "Ten threads of golden soul, every year."

  A vast elder's chamber, a deathly silence.