With just this one wave of attack, among the two thousand people at the front, more than five hundred were killed.

  "What a mess." Lei Peng said with disdain: "So many people, can't even block one wave."

  Nian Lv said with a smile: "Isn't that better? It saves us the trouble. Be careful, or we won't be able to complete the boss's task."

  "Really want to annihilate?" Lei Peng muttered.

  "What do you think? Don't be too optimistic!" Year Green said with a smirk, brushing his bangs aside. "The boss boasted in front of so many people, if we don't succeed... Hehe, losing the boss's face is the same as losing Xiaoniang's face. Losing Xiaoniang's face, I don't need to say what will happen next."

  "This I also know." Lei Peng struck a pose of Du Gu Seek Defeat: "I just think that defeating such an enemy is not fun."

  "Enemies? Oh, you must be mistaken, they're fat sheep. The thrill of killing fat sheep is in skinning them, not defeating them."

  “……”

  The two of them didn't have time to continue chatting, as the young lady's orders were quickly passed down, and they hastily composed themselves and turned around.

  Only saw the Zhuque camp barely inserted behind the enemy's back, and suddenly turned around and killed.

  More than a thousand cultivators who had just been routed into chaos suddenly wailed again, lacking effective organization, they fled in all directions in panic.

  They didn't get far before being caught up by the Zhuque camp's repairers, who had been quietly flanking them. After dozens of people were killed in a row, the remaining ones were scared to death and turned around to run away.

  These rovers on the flanks did not pursue, they only drove back those monks who were about to escape and return them to the main group.

  The Zhuque Corps, which counterattacked and killed, was like a shepherd driving sheep, constantly driving away more than 1,000 people who were terrified of being killed.

  Hong Junxuan's hands and feet were icy cold, his expression desperate, standing still in mid-air, watching the outer sect cultivators constantly rushing past him, their faces filled with fear and despair. His own deployment was completely disrupted, the opponent broke through effortlessly, he didn't even have time to react, those outer sect cultivators who came like a tidal wave, suddenly dispersed the remaining three teams.

  Fear spread rapidly, and the team that was already at an all-time low in morale collapsed on the spot.

  Xiang Yun looked at the chaotic battlefield and shook his head, saying: "Such a team is really strong on the outside but weak on the inside." He then smiled and said: "It's actually good for us."

  The woman stood beside him like a wooden puppet.

  Zuo Mo was just muttering to himself and didn't expect the female cultivator to react in any way. If she suddenly spoke up, he would definitely be startled.

  The voices of the Zhuque camp shouting "Surrender and spare your lives" could be heard far and near. The outer sect cultivators, who had long been despairing, surrendered one after another, so quickly that even Zuo Mo was somewhat surprised.

  The entire battle process went beyond everyone's expectations. Even Zuo Mo and Gong Sun Daren couldn't believe it, 4,000 to 5,000 people had given up their resistance so easily and chosen to surrender collectively.

  Others were even more stunned, like wooden chickens.

  The middle-aged man was the first to react, shaking his head and sighing: "After all, the way of the outer sect is not the right path. A team formed in this way has no morale at all. It's fine on ordinary days, but once they encounter danger, they can't withstand a single blow."

  Dahan said somewhat discontentedly: "If it were those elite troops of our sect, I'm afraid the outcome would still be an unknown quantity."

  The middle-aged man smiled: "The elite of our school may not be inferior to this team, but what about the general?"

  A great general may be taken aback, a thousand soldiers are easily obtained, but a good general is hard to find. It's not easy to cultivate a war general, and very few have risen from humble beginnings. Only the major factions will cultivate some. Among the various assessment institutions, the War General Assessment Institution has the least popularity. However, since the Doutian Blood Clan incident, all sorts of war general training classes have sprouted up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, emerging one after another.

  Of course, those are all deceitful tricks.

  But it can also reflect the eagerness of various major factions for war generals, and now war generals have become the most popular and scarce profession. There are also three or five war generals in the faction, but they have only won bronze medals.

  The team's general, absolutely will not stop at bronze medal.

  Bronze badge one step higher is the Lunar Silver Badge. Each of the Lunar Silver Guards is an extremely rare talent, with recruitment costs even exceeding that of a Golden Dan Sword Cultivator.

  Could it be Yue Yin's warship...

  Dahan stared at Gong Sun's face with a mixture of shyness and embarrassment, hardly daring to believe it.

  And he was equally shocked, but it was Rong Wei. However, Rong Wei wasn't suspicious, she was certain. As a Bronze General herself, she had a more accurate judgment of Gong Sun Zan's level.

  That young man who is as shy and introverted as a boy next door is absolutely a Moon Silver General!

  Ming Xiao's gang has hit the iron plate this time!

  Rong Wei silently watched the battlefield, behind her were the guards with shocked faces.

  Her gaze suddenly fell on the dark young man in Xiangyun, who was Jinwu City Master. She slightly frowned, and Jinwu City Master seemed to be admiring the bare feet of the woman beside him.

  Who would have thought he was a lecher?

  She couldn't help but feel a pang of regret, that such a young and promising Moon Silver General, with an unlimited future ahead of her, would fall into the hands of a lecherous man, leaving her with a lifelong regret.

  Zuo Mo stared at the woman's perfectly bare feet and muttered to himself, "I wonder if Ming Xiang will come this time?"

  Ever since their last encounter in the Jiuzhuan Xu Tu Pan, Zuo Mo's relationship with the female cultivator had unknowingly become much closer, perhaps even he himself hadn't realized this point.

  The nun's bare feet always inadvertently attracted his attention, at first he was a bit embarrassed, later found that the nun was completely indifferent, and then he became unscrupulous.

  This is the pursuit of good things! Zuo Mo's reason is righteous and majestic.

  "It should be coming soon."

  Zuo Mo did not shift his gaze away, he muttered to himself.

  "Ancestor Ming Xiao..."

  The nun was silent and still.

  Confiscation was a familiar business for Zhuque Camp, and Bao Yi couldn't wait to leave the city to help. In less than an hour, all the captives were searched from head to toe, and everything was cleaned up thoroughly.

  The cultivators watching the battle, all had eyes that shone with excitement, and they couldn't help but want to join in. However, having witnessed the Zhu Que camp's formidable strength just now, no one dared to make a move.

  Hong Junxuan and several other Ming Xiao disciples were brought before Zuo Mo, each person only wearing a single undergarment.

  "You dare to touch a single hair of ours, and our ancestors will never let you go!" A Ming Xiao disciple said with a stern expression.

  Neurosis, left Mo straight white eyes, when did this happen, still saying such cruel words, can't get along with yourself?

  Hong Junxuan suddenly rebuked the disciple: "Shut up!"

  He also ignored this disciple, turned his face to Zuo Mo and said: "We are all core disciples of the Mingxia Sect. If you can spare our lives, we are willing to pay the corresponding price."

  Zuo Mo's eyes lit up in front of him. Nothing was more attractive to him than earning jingshi, but he said with his mouth, "Oh, you guys don't have anything now."

  "Please give me a paper crane. I believe that the price will be satisfactory to you." Hong Junxuan regained his composure at this time.

  Zuo Mo thought for a moment and shook his head.

  "Why?" Hong Junxuan suddenly became anxious, if the other party did not give a definite answer, his own life would be in danger. He thought the other party was dissatisfied: "Two hundred fourth-grade crystal stones? This price..."

  The surrounding junior brothers and sisters all took a cold breath, looking at the second senior brother in disbelief. None of them had expected that the second senior brother would be so wealthy.

  Second Master, where did you get so many crystal stones from?

  Zuo Mo still shook his head.

  "Plus half of the external hall's profits!" Hong Junxuan said in extreme pain: "Your Excellency also knows how much the external hall can earn in a year, as long as Your Excellency gives us a way out, the external hall will still be under our control..."

  "Second Master, you've gone mad..." a Ming Xiao disciple couldn't help but say.

  "Shut up!" Hong Junxuan's face turned iron-green, his veins bulging: "Do you all want to die here?"

  The others immediately fell silent.

  Hong Junxuan lost all his bets and looked at Zuo Mo: "How is it?"

  Zuo Mo still shook his head.

  "What exactly do you want?" Hong Junxuan almost collapsed.

  "I want to get rid of Ming Xiao Lao Zu." Zuo Mo said calmly.

  All of Ming Xiao's disciples were stunned for a moment, then burst into loud laughter, as if they had heard an unbelievable joke.

  Hong Junxuan also laughed so hard that he was almost out of breath, and after a while, he stopped and said with a sarcastic face: "Stop joking. You want to get rid of Laozu? With just you guys? I think you should consider my suggestion from earlier."

  Zuo Mo raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh? What's this? Are we not strong enough in your eyes?"

  "Is that not enough to see?" Hong Junxuan sneered, "Old Ancestor's Golden Elixir cultivation is boundless. You may have some minor abilities, but in front of Old Ancestor, you don't even have any room to move. How about it? Are you going to consider my suggestion and be more practical?"

  A proud smile involuntarily appeared on Hong Junxuan's face.

  Zuo Mo didn't have the interest to waste words with them, turned around and left. Everyone had different stances, many of his thoughts were impossible for Hong Jun Xuan and the others to understand. He didn't even turn back as he waved his hand: "Don't keep these few, lest they leave behind future troubles."

  Hong Junxuan and others suddenly turned pale as white paper.

  Jin Wucheng's reputation was greatly enhanced after this battle, and its fame spread throughout the Xiaoshan border. This group of people, this city, all rose suddenly, without any warning or signs, and no one knew where they came from.

  But even a fool knows that the decisive battle between Jinwu City and Mingxia Sect is about to arrive.

  Whether it was Hei Lian Pu Tuan or this war, both sides were destined to fight to the death.

  And since the great war, the Golden Crow City has been closed, with its gates tightly shut and heavily guarded. No one knows what is going on inside. Occasionally, loud rumbling sounds can be heard from within the city, and some brave cultivators who tried to fly up into the sky to take a look were nearly killed by the Thunderbolts released by the Symbol War Towers.

  The fully prepared Golden Crow City made other cultivators feel the tense atmosphere. Within a hundred miles of Golden Crow City, there was not a single person in sight, although they wanted to witness the upcoming great war like last time, but this time they did not dare.

  Ming Xiao Sect this time, will only be one person, Ming Xiao Old Ancestor

  The only Golden Elixir left in Xiaoyao Sanjie today!

  Day after day, the sky is overcast, with an inexplicable sense of oppression and killing silence.

  A storm is brewing, the wind fills the tower.

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