I conquer the immortal with my strength

"Since you think so, let Xue Min and Xue Ying go. If the Ji family refuses to open the city gate, let our army go in. When they let them out, we will take the opportunity to control the city gate and prevent them from closing it." Ma Tong said without looking back.

As soon as Ma Tong finished speaking, two Iron Blood Guards came forward.

These two people were Xue Min and Xue Ying, both of whom were eighth-grade great martial artists.

The gray-clothed old man took out a list from his arms and handed it to one of them.

The two took the list, saluted to Ma Tong, and drove their horses straight to the east city gate.

Ji Yuanzhen and Liang Jingtang stood side by side on the city tower, watching Xue Min and Xue Ying driving their horses side by side towards the city gate, with a sneer on their lips.

"Hehe, it seems that they are ready to persuade them to surrender!" Liang Jingtang said.

"It seems to be two eighth-grade great martial artists. Tsk tsk, it seems that they really know our details. If the two eighth-grade great martial artists really want to suddenly attack, I'm afraid that this city gate will not be closed once it is opened." Ji Yuanzhen narrowed his eyes and looked at the two people who had already arrived at the city.

"In this case, let's follow their wishes, open the city gate, and invite them in. Two eighth-grade great martial artists, this appetizer is already quite good." Liang Jingtang said.

"That's what I mean." Ji Yuanzhen stroked his goatee and said.

Xia Daoming, who stood behind the two like an ordinary disciple with Yuchi Xiao and others, saw the old man and the master pretending to be profound to each other, and the demeanor of a master who had a pearl in his hand, and couldn't help but curl his lips.

"Then I will go down in person. With the secret art of hiding and hiding that my Tenglong Martial Arts Hall has passed down, they will definitely not be able to see my master's cultivation." Liang Jingtang said.

"Then I'll have to trouble Master Liang!" Ji Yuanzhen bowed.

"You are too polite, old man!" Liang Jingtang returned the greeting and walked down the tower leisurely.

The dull creaking sound of the wooden and stone parts rubbing against each other as the heavy city gate slowly moved rang out in the silent night.

The city gate was slowly opened.

Xue Min and Xue Ying rode on tall horses and walked into the city gate with their heads held high and arrogant.

The dull creaking sound rang out again.

Then a loud "bang" sound fell.

The city gate was closed again.

Xue Min and Xue Ying looked back at the closed city gate, and a disdainful sneer appeared on the corners of their mouths.

Outside the city.

Ma Tong and others saw that the city gate was closed again, and a disdainful sneer also appeared on the corners of their mouths.

"They've gone in! We're ready too!" Ma Tong's handsome face showed a cruel grin.

After Ma Tong's voice fell, the Iron Blood Guards beside him waved the command flag, and the army slowly advanced towards the city.

"My city lord is on the tower now. Please follow me up." Liang Jingtang bowed to the two Iron Blood Guards.

"Humph, the city lord is so arrogant. When our Guangwei Army came to the border, not only did he not open the gate to welcome us, but now he is sitting on the tower instead of coming to greet us in person! Do you want to be massacred?" Xueying sneered, and glanced at Liang Jingtang and the soldiers guarding the city gate with disdain.

If the immortal master didn't want to have a bigger grudge, with the strength of these people, he could have killed them right now and opened the city gate directly.

"Haha, how could that be? Then I will send someone to ask the city lord to come down to greet the two envoys." Liang Jingtang raised his eyebrows, revealing a hint of anger, and then "forced" suppressed it, bowed to the two Iron Blood Guards, and then gestured to a soldier guarding the city.

The soldier immediately ran to the tower.

Seeing this, Xueying and Xuemin raised their mouths with a more contemptuous sneer.

Sitting on a tall horse, with his head held high, he looked at the wide street connected to the city gate.

The street was dark and eerily quiet.

Xueying and Xuemin frowned slightly, feeling a little uneasy.

Even if the Lord of Licheng had made up his mind to surrender, the people would not be so quiet at this time when the army was approaching. There must be chaos everywhere, and panic would spread throughout the city!

But if there is something wrong, or some conspiracy, that shouldn't be the case.

Licheng is a little bigger, but it is located in a remote area and lacks resources. It has never been favored by the strong. It has just experienced a big fight, and most of the masters were killed or injured, and their martial arts were destroyed. What tricks can they play in front of their army?

When Xueying and Xuemin were secretly amused by their own uneasiness and suspicion, an old man in white clothes and white hair walked down from the city wall.

"It's still an old eighth-grade martial artist!" Xueying and Xuemin looked at each other and saw the mockery and contempt in each other's eyes.

"I heard that you two must ask me to come down in person?" Ji Yuanzhen said with his hands behind his back.

"Are you the City Lord Ji?" Seeing that Ji Yuanzhen was about to die, Xueying was still acting like a city lord, and couldn't help but laugh, and asked jokingly.

"Yes, it's me. You bunch of traitors, why don't you stay in Lingzhou? Why do you come to my Licheng at night?" Ji Yuanzhen scolded with his hands behind his back.

Uh!

Xueying and Xuemin were both stunned.

Is this old guy crazy?

"How dare you, old man, to say such arrogant words, do you want to be slaughtered in Licheng?" Xueying shouted quickly, and the terrifying blood and energy surged in his body, exuding a fierce and ferocious aura.

"It's you who want to be slaughtered!" Ji Yuanzhen's face suddenly darkened, and he pressed the handle of the knife, and drew the knife out like lightning.

A blindingly white blade light streaked across the night sky, and a white tiger was faintly visible in the halo, exuding a soul-stirring murderous blade intent.

"Grandmaster!" Xue Ying's face turned pale as he was about to draw his sword and come out.

The sword light has already drawn.

A huge head rose into the sky together with blood.

His head was flying in the air, with an expression of disbelief and horror on his face.

Almost at the same time, under the night, a strong wind rose, and a dragon claw came out, directly grabbed the frightened Xue Min's head, and twisted it violently.

His neck was twisted into a knot, and then his entire head was torn off.

At such a close distance, the grandmaster faced the careless and contemptuous eighth-grade martial artist and was sure to kill him with one strike.

"happy!"

Ji Yuanzhen and Liang Jingtang looked at each other and smiled.

The soldiers guarding the city gate were shocked at first, and then their blood boiled. They looked at the two men with eyes full of fanaticism and awe.

The two of them enjoyed this look very much.

Just as the two were feeling refreshed, they saw a figure slipping down from the tower, then squatting down and touching the two iron-blooded guards skillfully.

The expressions on the two people's faces suddenly froze when they looked at the familiar figure and the skillful movements.

"Damn it, what a poor guy!"

"He's another poor guy, but he's also an eighth-grade martial artist. Making a list is useless!"

Xia Daoming stood up very disappointed and shook off the list paper in his hand.

"Daoming, just leave this kind of thing to your subordinates from now on." Liang Jingtang felt a little embarrassed about his face.

After all, he is now a majestic martial arts master and the master of Tenglong Mansion!

It was very embarrassing for the apprentice to do this.

"Master, you don't understand the joy of opening a blind box." Xia Daoming said.

Liang Jingtang looked at Xia Daoming and wanted to cut him like Yu Chixiao and others, but he didn't dare.

He could only turn his head silently, look at Ji Yuanzhen and said: "Old man, let's go upstairs."

"Okay!" Ji Yuanzhen nodded.

I didn’t dare to nag more.

The two of them went up to the tower side by side. Xia Daoming kicked the blood eagle, and then followed the two of them up the tower with the list in hand.

When he arrived at the tower, Xia Daoming lowered his head and looked at the list.

The more he looked at Xia Daoming, the colder his expression became.

The rumors turned out to be true. The Guangwei Army not only wanted a lot of property, but also specified that they would give away twenty-four pregnant women who were pregnant between nine and ten months.

"It seems that nine out of ten of the Guangwei army have demons who practice evil arts!" Xia Daoming handed the list in his hand to Ji Yuanzhen.

Ji Yuanzhen looked at it and passed it to Liang Jingtang silently, the look on his face became extremely heavy.

After Liang Jingtang looked at it, his expression became heavy.

"Ma Tong is easy to deal with, but we know nothing about demons. Daoming, are you confident in dealing with him?" Ji Yuanzhen asked.

"According to Ding Chushan, those who can directly participate in secular power struggles are generally only Qi Refining Stage monks below the Foundation Establishment Stage, so as not to get out of hand and cause disaster to all living beings in the world, and also worry that a little secular power struggle will spread to the world of immortality.

Moreover, those who participate in the local secular power struggle are generally early and middle-stage Qi-refining monks, and there are very few late-stage Qi-refining monks.

Mangzhou has no spiritual energy and spiritual veins, so it is not a place that cultivators take seriously. The struggle to come here will not involve any late-stage Qi refining cultivators. If it was only in the early and middle stages of Qi refining, it should be easy for me to kill.

However, this demon must be practicing some evil spell or refining some powerful poisonous weapon. I have never had the experience to deal with this, so I'd better be careful.

Therefore, this battle still goes according to the original plan. You are in front and I am hiding in the dark. Once I see the situation clearly, I will suddenly rush out and try not to give him the chance to use spells and magic weapons. Xia Daoming thought for a while and said in a deep voice.

Ji Yuanzhen and Liang Jingtang were greatly relieved when they saw Xia Daoming saying that killing and refining Qi in the early and middle stages should be easy.

Others don’t understand this guy, don’t they?

With great certainty, he could squeeze out three or four points.

Otherwise, with his terrifying ability to kill enemies six feet away with one punch, why would he hide behind them and pretend to be a villain?

They didn't know yet that Xia Daoming had concealed his strength last time. He could hit an enemy ten feet away with one punch. They also didn't know that now this guy was actually a tenth-level master and could hit an enemy twelve feet away with one punch. .

Otherwise, they probably wouldn't bother asking the question just now.

"Daoming is indeed far-sighted. When he first plotted to Licheng, he had already considered and planned for this day, so he kept it secret.

Shouli, you should learn more from Dao Ming. If you can learn 10% or 20% of his skills, I will truly trust you with the Ji family. "Soon, Ji Yuanzhen turned to Ji Shouli behind him and said sincerely.

"Yes, father, I will definitely learn from the young master." Ji Shouli stepped forward and said solemnly.

"You must also learn more from Dao Ming!" Upon seeing this, Liang Jingtang turned around and told Yu Chixiao and others.

"Okay!" Yuchi Xiao and others curled their lips in disapproval and answered casually.

Is not this nonsensical?

Ever since his junior brother showed his strength, hasn't he been the one teaching him the skills on his behalf?

Even you, the old man, became a grandmaster because he gave you the Dragon Transformation Fruit.

Liang Jingtang was originally expecting Yu Chixiao and others to come forward and receive instructions with a solemn expression like Ji Shouli, but when this group of disciples reacted like this, his old face suddenly dropped.

A bunch of traitors, I'll fix you later when I go back!

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