I Become A Saint By Studying

on the hill.

The Commander of the Eagle Guard stood with his hands behind his back, his cloak fluttering in the wind, showing indescribable arrogance and arrogance.

The eagle guards standing behind him looked like javelins, giving people a great sense of oppression.

These are the four great things around him, and they are also the four generals of the fourth rank gentleman, with extremely amazing fighting power.

Even in the face of the same Realm Wen Dao's words, there are ways to avoid them. Each of them is the commander and the confidant of King Zhenbei.

Search!

The intelligence agent came back with an ugly expression, and reported to the commander of the Yingwei: "Shuai Zhao... the thousands of households of the Yingwei who were in ambush... are all dead!"

"what!"

Boom~

The Commander of the Eagle Guard stared angrily, exuding an extremely domineering aura. The four fourth-rank generals beside them backed away again and again, and the ground under their feet cracked like spider webs.

"Shuai Zhao!"

"Shuai Zhao!"

The four of them suppressed the shock in their hearts and looked at Commander Yingwei.

The gap between the third rank and the fourth rank seems to be only one Realm, but the third rank is almost crushing the fourth rank in all directions. Just the breath they release makes them feel like they are facing the surging tide.

The Commander of the Eagle Guard looked gloomy, and looked at the carriage that had long disappeared, with an ugly expression on his face.

"Under our noses, we can instantly kill a general of the fifth rank virtue level, and he has not been caught yet. The second rank below the sub-sage... is absolutely impossible."

The commander of the Eagle Guard said coldly: "But looking at Dayan, there are only a handful of second rank sub-sages, and there are only three of them..."

"But Yasheng of Zhenguosheng Academy and the dean of Qingshan Academy, these two will never be willing to be the guards of Prince Dayan."

"And Emperor Dayan couldn't leave the capital at all... Who is it?"

"Could it be that there are new second rank sub-christmas students in the capital?"

The commander of the Eagle Guard turned his head to look at the intelligence agent who reported, and said in a deep voice, "What's the situation in the capital? Is it because someone from a hundred schools of thought has become second rank?"

The intelligence agent said sternly: "The informant over there in the capital has been keeping in touch with me, there is absolutely no birth of a second rank Yasheng..."

"Zhao Shuai, you can rest assured that the informants in the capital are all from various Realms. The information they provide is almost the same, so there is no deception."

The Eagle Guard Commander said: "Then what happened to the death of these fifth rank Qianhu? If there is no second rank Yasheng..."

hum!

Before the Commander of the Eagle Guard could finish his sentence, a flash of light flashed in his mind. He thought of what his foster father King Zhenbei had said to their four brothers...

Without any hesitation, he asked people to deal with the corpses of those thousands of households, and then left directly, disappearing on the top of the mountain.

...

at this time.

Zhenbei Wangfu.

Commander Yingwei made Zhao Ziying walk out of the void and asked to see King Zhenbei.

Soon the steward of the Wangfu took him directly to the main hall of the inner courtyard of the Wangfu, where he met his foster father King Zhenbei.

He is playing chess with the military strategist Sun Patriarch who came to celebrate his birthday.

"Father!"

Zhao Ziying, commander of the Eagle Guard, cupped his hands and saluted, then glanced at Patriarch Sun, but did not speak.

Patriarch Sun stroked his beard and smiled lightly, stood up and said: "Haha, it seems that there is something important to report, so the old man will go to the palace first..."

"Maybe it's the military situation, Brother Sun, forgive me!" King Zhenbei cupped fist said.

"You're welcome!"

Patriarch Sun waved his hand with a smile, and left the main hall under the leadership of the steward.

King Zhenbei looked at the commander of Yingwei at this time: "How is the test going?"

Zhao Ziying said: "Father, the situation is a bit beyond my expectation, it is very possible... Prince Dayan, as the father said, he is no longer the real prince..."

King Zhenbei looked calm: "Why do you think so?"

"Thousands of Eagle Guards who were in ambush... were instantly killed by an unknown force, and there was a blood hole between their eyebrows, but I didn't find any signs of a strong person making a move." Zhao Ziying said solemnly.

King Zhenbei frowned, and suddenly said with a smile: "Yes, he is indeed not the Prince of Dayan."

Everything was just as he expected. The Lantern Festival on Lantern Festival was originally a part of his plan, but he didn't expect to follow the route he planned in the end.

"Then he is?"

Intense curiosity appeared in the eyes of the Commander of the Eagle Guard, why did Prince Dayan possess such great strength?

who is it?

Could it be that foster father always talks about that... demon god who already has a Realm beyond the mainland?

Zhao Ziying's heart was pounding, and she felt flustered and worried for no reason.

If it is His word.

Then this is probably an uncontrollable factor, although the adoptive father is an invincible sub-sage in their hearts.

But in the face of a demon god that transcends existence...do you have the power to absolutely control it?

"Ha ha!"

King Zhenbei looked at the commander of the Yingwei with a smile, and said, "Don't you already have the answer in your heart? The four of you are my adopted sons, and I have no secrets from you."

"It is indeed He who has come!"

hum!

Zhao Ziying's brain was buzzing. As expected of a foster father, he could be so calm and calm in the face of this kind of existence.

He was really convinced.

"You go back first!" Zhenbei Wang said afterward.

"Yes!"

Zhao Ziying retreated respectfully.

King Zhenbei's mood became more and more beautiful, and there was unconcealable joy and excitement on his old face.

"Although you are an existence beyond the mainland, after so many years of sealing and suppression, you are not as powerful as you imagined."

"Instantly killing the fifth rank is just a thought to me, but you still left a bloody wound, it seems that you are weaker than me!"

"So come here this time, you and I will sign a contract to help me achieve first rank and even super products... Isn't it wonderful?"

"Hahaha!"

King Zhenbei couldn't help laughing, the great cause was about to be completed, and no one could understand his mood at the moment.

Decades!

For this moment, he has planned and planned for decades, and now he is about to succeed.

Hope is on the way.

...

Northern King City.

At the foot of the iceberg is a huge city standing on the ground, the city is more than 100 meters high.

Regardless of the terrain or its own attack range, this is a place that is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

at this time.

The twelve extra legs under the holy beast disappeared, and it pulled the cart with a displeased expression, cursing in its heart.

From time to time, it made an unwilling neigh.

Lin Yi lifted the curtain of the car and saw this huge royal city, and saw many festive decorations on the city wall.

"This is the Northern King City...it's really majestic and domineering." Lin Yi couldn't help feeling emotional in his heart.

King Zhenbei lived a comfortable life as a child.

This city is no smaller than the capital.

The dean of Qingshan Academy and Li Mo Bai have traveled all over the world and also visited the Northern King City. The two of them poked their heads out and glanced at each other, but they didn't show any emotional fluctuations.

"Still the same!" Li Mo Bai was not very interested.

"In such a city, there is no formation to resist demons. It seems that the defense is not demons, but the army and refugees!"

"Look at the holes on the city wall, don't think that they are places where crossbowmen shoot arrows or literary cultivators perform literary skills. They are used to put food for refugees..."

Dean Qingshan hit the nail on the head.

Once demons or disasters occur in some places in the northern border, refugees will definitely appear, and the only place for them to go must be Wangcheng.

But the towering city walls were erected, and the refugees couldn't get in at all, and they were tightly guarded, but after all, these refugees were all related to the Zhenbei Army.

So don't let them starve to death.

But for humble refugees, entering the city is a hidden danger, and it is also a kind of profanity for the noble city residents of the royal city.

After all, those who can settle in the royal city are the soldiers of the Zhenbei Army and their family members and descendants.

They were born noble, unmatched by commoners in small towns outside the royal city.

This is the North.

A place that advocates killing monsters and accumulating military merits in battle to enhance identity and status.