While Yan Nu was enjoying his meal, he also discovered a fierce artistic conception in his heart.

It was a straight spear with a strong cold air.

This feeling is very strange, because it already exists in the space of inner imagination, not the so-called sea of ​​consciousness.

The Sea of ​​​​Consciousness is the secret realm of Niwan Palace, a real space. The depth of the heart is not, it is the "empty and dark place" when anyone closes his eyes to recall and think.

When people want to visualize something in their mind, they often have to think about it very deliberately, and it is difficult to think concretely.

Even if the mind is slightly confused, it will be full of distracting thoughts, and the things imagined cannot be stable.

But at this moment, the gun intention in my heart is very clear and solid.

The sharpness of the spear head, the fluttering of the red tassel, the lines of the long pole...all are clearly visible.

Whether you open your eyes or close your eyes, you can feel the gun.

Yan Nu tried to touch it with his mind, and the gun in his mind was like an arm, manipulating it into various shapes and using various moves, as long as he could think of it.

What's more, an energy is emitted from inside, making it majestic and radiating with cold light.

"It's fun." Yan Nu thought it was interesting.

But when he tried to send this thing out, he immediately received all kinds of strong emotions and moods from the gun mind.

It was an idea of ​​charging into battle, of risking one's own life, of risking one's own life.

"You risk your life to stop me!"

Yan Nu, who originally just wanted to eat, suddenly felt at ease at this moment!

He stood up suddenly, and the terrifying gunfire shot out.

Originally, Chang Ziyun was very impressed when he saw that Yan Nu's face did not change even under the influence of his spear. After thinking about it, he just tried it here.

But just as he retracted his spear intent, he found that Yan Nu had unleashed his spear intent to fight back.

And he is sharp-edged and moves forward indomitably.

"Eh? Do you want to directly fight with my artistic conception?"

"Okay! As you wish!"

Chang Ziyun's momentum suddenly changed, and he stopped dancing with the spear. He stood directly in the field with his hands on his hips and the spear to his side!

The gun spirit honed in thirty years of battlefield career will go all out.

Artistic conception is a kind of spiritual energy, which is also divided into different frequencies. Different frequencies have different effects.

Before, he had always only impacted, rather than destroyed.

It's like using a gun to hold someone down instead of directly stabbing them to death.

At this moment, he was attacking with spear intent, similar to Zhang Suwen's sword intent.

"Groan!"

In an instant, two indomitable gunshots rushed together, facing each other tit for tat!

The escaping spiritual energy makes the scalps of people around him numb and the hairs on their hair stand up.

Suddenly, everyone could hear the sharp whistle of a spear cutting through the air, and there was a fear of being pierced by a gun.

People without artistic conception cannot see the artistic conception, but the brain will be affected and arouse people's mood.

"So strong!"

"And this artistic conception is unstoppable..."

"Haha, it seems, this guy looks like me!"

Chang Ziyun felt great pressure and gradually felt weak, but he was very happy in his heart!

This is the feeling of meeting an opponent in chess and meeting a bosom friend.

He is a pure military commander. He has developed a courageous spirit by charging into battle and shaped his gun spirit.

And Yan Nu's spear intention is also like this, which shows that he also has a heroic heart.

Artistic conception is the most reflective of a person's temperament. Chang Ziyun disdains lazy artistic conception like Zhang Suwen's.

And Yan Nu’s spear intention is too satisfying!

But if you like it, you like it. Chang Ziyun soon discovered that he would not be able to win against Yan Nu.

"So it turns out that artistic conception condenses strong emotions into entities?"

While Yan Nu was showing off his indomitable momentum, his consciousness still remained clear.

After all, he was not really charging into battle, risking his own life, but he was integrated into this artistic conception.

This kind of artistic conception can be freely expanded and released, allowing people to enter a state of high emotions at any time.

It's like a package containing your own thoughts. If you open it when needed, your temperament will change in an instant, and your thoughts will rise to the peak of the emotions stored in the past.

Yan Nu felt that this spear spirit suited him very well, and he slowly discovered something.

That is spiritual power, which can replenish the consumption of artistic conception.

This power is different from 'Spell Thunder' and 'Electrolytic Magic Thunder'. Although they both store the power sent to him by others, the latter two have no way of replenishing them other than refreshing.

After all, one is magic generation and the other is magical creation.

But the artistic conception is different. Yan Nu can fuse his thoughts into it and directly consume his soul to transform it.

This kind of recovery method is self-inflicted for ordinary warriors. It is difficult to heal the injured soul, and it can only be done in a desperate explosion.

But Yan Nu is not afraid, and he has a lot of spiritual power, which is comparable to the calamity period.

"Pfft!" Chang Ziyun suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

His gun spirit was finally exhausted, his spirit was extremely depressed, his blood was boiling, and his head was dizzy.

Under the stress, he released his true energy, swung his gun to block the remaining artistic conception, and his whole body flew backwards with a blast.

"General!"

The expressions of the civil servants and generals changed greatly, and they stood up anxiously.

"Bold!" A young man in brocade clothes glared at Yan Nu and drew his sword.

In an instant, many guards came forward, their weapons pointed at Yan Slave.

Even further away, when the soldiers saw the general being beaten away, they spontaneously gathered in formation, and soon there were thousands of them.

"Brother, let's see how uncle is doing first!" Chang Dingwen's expression also changed and he immediately stood in front of Yan Nu.

When the young man saw what Chang Dingwen said, he immediately swallowed the order he was about to give and turned back to support Chang Ziyun together with the general.

"Uncle, how are you?"

"Hahaha!" Chang Ziyun stood up and pushed everyone away, not caring about his injuries.

He sucked out two mouthfuls of blood froth from between his teeth, spat it out casually, and walked up to Yan Nu and Chang Dingwen with the gun in his hand.

"I practiced martial arts at the age of five, practiced spear shooting at the age of ten, joined the army at the age of thirteen, my energy and blood reached the peak at the age of twenty, my mind penetrated the sky at the age of thirty, and I became famous in Qingzhou."

"Having spent half my life in the army, I have fought more than twenty battles, big and small, with a high spirit of spear... I didn't expect to lose to you today, a young man who is not as good as a weak champion."

"It's true that there are people outside the world, and the future generations are to be feared..."

Chang Ziyun not only did not feel embarrassed, but was overjoyed.

"Jiang Yannu!" He put his hands on Yannu's shoulders: "When the world is in chaos, it is time for our generation of warriors to step forward. Are you willing to follow me and make contributions?"

Unexpectedly, Yan Nu shook his head: "I'm not here to make contributions."

Everyone was shocked, and Chang Ziyun was stunned.

But Yan Nu then said: "I'm here to fight Bald Hair."

Chang Ziyun was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "That's right! The Tufa clan is tyrannical and rampant. We should fight for the country and kill Hu Polu."

"My brother died in battle in front of Jishui, and he entrusted Gaomi City to me. I once broke my sword and swore that I would defend Gaomi and clear out the barbarians."

"Now I have gathered people with lofty ideals from all over the world to fight to the death with the Bald Hair Clan."

"Having a talented person like you join us is really an added bonus. We can regain our lost territory in no time."

With that said, he picked up a jar of wine and handed it to Yan Nu.

"Come! Drink this wine! From now on, you are my brother, Chang Ziyun."

Chang Dingwen's mouth twitched, thinking to himself, this is not a bad thing.

But his uncle didn't care, he just picked up another jar and started drinking.

When Yan Nu saw this, he was not polite and drank wine as if he were drinking water.

When Chang Ziyun put down the wine jar, he found that Yan Nu had already finished the drink without changing his expression.

"It's so refreshing!" Chang Ziyun laughed happily.

The other generals also laughed, but a few of them changed their expressions.
To be continued...