Fantasy: Immortality starts with absorbing demons

At this time, Yang Huawu looked at the other side of the table.

The other deans either closed their eyes slightly, as if they had not heard anything, or looked up, their minds wandering, as if they were completely dependent on him.

Yang Huawu frowned when he saw this.

Although he nominally managed these deans, in fact, they were all about the same in terms of status, strength, and voice.

After all, if he was really strong enough, he would not have been forced down from the upper three peaks.

"Dean Xuanzhen, I have heard that you are a great scholar, with a wide range of knowledge and resourcefulness. Tell me, how should we deal with it?"

He directly named Cao Xuanzhen.

Among these deans, Cao Xuanzhen was the least experienced and the last to be promoted.

He did not dare to neglect it and said, "Brother Yang, you must believe the letter from the people down the mountain, and you need to take certain precautions.

But many times, seeing is believing. On the one hand, we can send people to Pingzhou to observe the truth of the reality.

On the other hand, we don't need to pay too much attention to their doubts. According to the intelligence of the informant, the situation in Pingzhou is good now, and the hidden dangers of the demon disaster have shown signs of decline.

Based on this, the appearance of the demon king may be just a rumor..."

Bang!

But before he finished speaking, the tightly closed door was suddenly pushed open, and a disciple who delivered the letter quickly came to Yang Huawu and whispered a few words.

Bang! !

Yang Huawu slapped the table and stood up suddenly, his face was extremely ugly.

"Brother?"

Several heads of the academy stood up and gathered to ask for details.

"Pingzhou...the ground vein formation was destroyed, the boundary wall was broken...8,000 flying wing soldiers, together with the demon-slaying marshal Yi Sheng, have no body left..."

He said word by word.

The jade in the hands of the head of the Jiu Ming Yuan also had several white cracks in an instant......

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In the eleventh year of Emperor Wen, a great demon, the You Gu King, broke through the boundary and broke into Pingzhou. Together with the demon clan's Great Saint Ice Wolf King, he tore up the covenant and killed 8,000 elite soldiers of the Feiyi Army in one fell swoop. So far, Pingzhou has no more strength to resist the demon disaster......

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Tianjing Town, official road.

Han Yi drove fast all the way, following the road, straight to Huayang City.

The autumn wind was cool, and there were large tracts of golden rice fields on the roadside. A large number of ox carts shuttled back and forth in the fields. The hunched old farmers harvested grains one by one with sickles and packed them on the ox carts.

Han Yi smelled the faint fragrance of grains in the wind and felt happy.

He hadn't seen such a peaceful scene for a long time.

Soon, with his current speed and strength, he arrived at Huayang City in just half an hour.

He was dressed in the light blue clothes of a disciple of the inner courtyard of Jingtian Manor, and headed towards Xinqiaofang.

Along the way, wherever he passed, passers-by gave way one after another, and even some martial artists from small sects turned their heads away, not daring to look at him any more.

Although Jingtian Manor has declined in recent years, a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and it still has some prestige in this small piece of land in Huayang City.

Of course, the prestige here refers to the martial arts.

Although there are only a few hundred people in Jingtian Manor, the inner courtyard disciples are basically at the level of martial artists, and the heads of the seven courtyards are all masters or strong people close to masters. It is even rumored that there are many hermit masters in the manor.

This is naturally considered an existence that ordinary people dare not provoke.

Moreover, ordinary people dare not make trouble when they see a martial artist like Han Yi who is tall and strong.

Soon, he followed the main road and came to Tianxiang Tower in Xinqiaofang.

Tianxiang Tower has more than six floors and is more than ten meters high. Its name means that it is a gathering of delicious food and fills the world with fragrance.

This is the place where Fang Chengqi agreed to hold a banquet. It is said that it is also the property of their Fang family.

Han Yi came to the entrance of Tianxiang Tower, where people were crowded in and out.

Under the guidance of the servant at the door, he first entered the building, and as he went up, there were fewer people and it was no longer crowded.

After reaching the top floor, the fifth floor, the servant left on his own.

"Now that Pingzhou is in chaos due to the demon disaster, the court has made a solemn promise that those who quell the demon disaster will be rewarded with ten thousand gold and given the position of general. This is a great opportunity for me, a passionate man, to show my skills and realize my grand ambitions."

As soon as he arrived at the fifth floor, he heard a noisy voice inside, and some disciples made impassioned speeches.

The entire fifth floor was booked by Fang Chengqi using his family connections.

There were five tables, some people were sitting and drinking tea, with a calm face, and some people stood up and slapped the table, blushing.

"Achieve success and gain merit? Ridiculous..." A man shook his head and sneered, "Do you really think those demons are the little ghost girls and foxy girls in the stories who can only act coquettishly and absorb yang energy?

If a delicate guy like you really goes to the battlefield, you will be a snack for the other side."

"Brother Liu Wu, this is wrong." Someone else objected, "In my opinion, the warriors in the army are so weak. At most, they practice the backward martial arts in the army. Their martial arts are rough and lack exquisite details.

However, with such combat power, they can still fight back and forth in the matter of exorcising demons in Pingzhou.

As one of the five major forces in Yunzhou, our Jingtian Manor has cultivated extremely mysterious skills. How can its strength be compared with those soldiers who can only chop people with brute force?"

As soon as he finished speaking, many disciples immediately agreed: "Yes, what Junior Brother Tang said is right. We martial artists have practiced hard for many years, and we are struggling every day to improve our strength. How can our strength be compared with those martial artists in the army who have been injured all our lives?

If we join the army, I'm afraid we can easily get the position of Zhonglang Jiang for fun.

Not to mention our master, whose martial arts skills are amazing and have reached the realm of perfection. Even a general who leads an army can do it."

This person's words are good, and immediately many disciples applauded and cheered loudly.

"Everyone, this is wrong." A big man stood up and spoke. He had a resolute face, a strong and powerful body, and a black suit, which showed a sense of persistence and awe-inspiring righteousness.

When the big man stood up, the disciples around him looked at him and listened attentively.

Han Yi also knew this person. He was the second senior brother in Jiuqu Academy after the senior sister. His name was Xiao Zhong. He was born in a military officer family. His ancestors had been in the army for generations, and several of his brothers also held positions in the Yunzhou Prefecture Army. This person was upright and had great prestige among the disciples.

Xiao Zhong said with a serious expression, "My ancestors have been soldiers for generations, and everyone must know this. I have also followed my father to travel to other states to exchange experiences.

To be honest, the Pingzhou army is not as weak as you think..., and the martial arts they have learned are not as exquisite and mysterious as the real skills of Jingtian Manor.

But they are upright and fierce, and their moves are extremely fast, hitting the vital points directly. If it is a life-and-death battle...In my opinion, the martial artists of our sect are far inferior.

What's more, now in Pingzhou, the main battlefield is fighting against the 8,000 Flying Wing Army led by the Great Marshal Yi Sheng. Although I have not seen the true strength of the Flying Wing Army.

But my brother-in-law is also one of the four major armies, the commander of the Dragon Ridge Army. His cultivation level is not much different from mine, but I have fought with him many times, and the result..."