Chapter 371 Hu Feng

In the Han camp, on the high platform, Old Lady Fang and Lu Dingsheng sat in the north and south. Behind Old Lady Fang, there was the contemporary head of the Fang family. The direction was Ming, and behind Lu Dingsheng, there was the pillar of the younger generation of the Lu family, Lu Tongzhou.

Among them was Jiang Kongming, Jiang, who was wearing Taoist robe, holding a peach wood sword, and a quiet expression.

Looking at the sky from afar, Jiang Kongming said slowly: "The time is almost over. Students are about to practice the Dharma. Please be at ease and not to make noise."

Old Mrs. Fang, Lu Dingsheng and others nodded in agreement, and looked at the eyes of Grand Secretary Jiang with suspicion.

After picking up the peach wood sword, Jiang Kongming began to wield on the platform. He saw him stepping down on the seven-star footsteps, and the peach wood sword in his hand sprinkled with slight light and shadow.

Although he had no internal strength, he had been preparing for today for a long time, and this set of movement was also hard to practice. When he sprinkled, it looked quite good. A special whistle was installed on the peach wood sword. Once it was swung, the wind blew through it, making a "woo-woo..." sound, adding a little mysterious color to him.

However, his actions fell into the eyes of these four famous martial arts masters on the platform, and they felt a strange feeling that they could not become like dogs.

Well, maybe it is a good choice to scare those three-year-old hair.

Embroidered pillows, strong on the outside but dry on the inside, this is their true evaluation of Jiang Kongming.

If they use this skill to face the enemy, they can guarantee that unless God is merciful and the God of Destiny personally follows him to protect him, otherwise there will be no living person on the battlefield except him. Otherwise, he will not be able to return safely.

Fortunately, today is not a competition of martial arts, nor is it a battle to fight on the battlefield.

He, the Grand Military Advisor, boasted about Haikou and wanted to ask God for the strong wind.

In the north, every dry season, farmers spontaneously ask God for rain, but there are very few who can do what they want.

How could Jiang Kongming have such great ability? He dared to be so sure. Could it be that he really has the ability to be in heaven?

There is a hint of coolness in autumn, and the breeze blows on your face, which is cool and lovely. However, this level of wind cannot be related to the strong wind in any way.

Looking at Jiang Kongming who was dancing happily on the platform, a trace of questions emerged in their hearts, is this guy pretending to be a ghost?

In the camp, in a dim and unknown camp tent, the true master of this strong wind had just entered the state of unity between man and nature.

Jiang Kongming was breathing slightly on the high platform. Although his physical strength was already at the top of the literati.

However, it is impossible to compare with the military generals who have been through the battlefield. After a sword dance, I feel quite tired.

However, at present, we cannot stop no matter what.

He could not helplessly jumped at the master's will, and he had no rules and regulations. He threw all the steps and routines out of the sky.

Old Mrs. Fang and the other four looked at each other. If Military Advisor Jiang had a bit of a fairy-like appearance just now, then he would be no different from a scoundrel at this time.

Jiang Kongming murmured in his mouth, as if he was chanting some spell, but the sound was so low that it was inaudible.

"Fuck, why haven't you changed yet? Lord, you are not planning to kill me."

When Jiang Kongming spitted out his tongue, the only feeling that he felt was - tired.

He really regrets why he has to sleep until midnight every day? If he insists on exercising like ordinary Black Flag Army soldiers, would this little physical labor be rare to defeat him?

I secretly made up my mind that as long as I can pass the test smoothly today, I must insist on getting up early every day and practicing diligently in the future.

Perhaps it was his little sincerity and persistence that moved the sky in the dark.

A very familiar feeling came to him.

Jiang Kongming was overjoyed. He was very familiar with this feeling, but others didn't know about it. This was the code that Xu Haifeng had agreed with him, and the code that he had been waiting for long.

He didn't care that he was exhausted at this time and walked to the altar with a quick step. He grabbed the yellow talisman on the table and lit it with a candle. When the ashes disappeared, he bulged his cheeks, his face flushed, and used all his strength to roar, "Taiyi Zhenren, hurry up as the rule of law... the wind rises."

His voice stopped abruptly, and his original movement was like flowing water and there was a slight pause.

But it was just a little bit, and it returned to normal again.

Old Lady Fang and others were even more stunned. Taiyi Zhenren? What's the matter with that old birthday star?

Could it be that this ritual was arranged by Taiyi Zhenren? With his knowledge of being over a hundred years old, it may be hard to say that he really has some supernatural powers. At least throughout the ages, only he, a master, lived to such an age. If he practiced the ability to call the wind and rain, he would be even more like an old monster.

Little did he know that Jiang Kongming was also very embarrassed at this time. He had been having a lot of time with Taiyi Zhenren these days, and he learned that set of steps from this old Taoist priest.

Unexpectedly, he spoke quickly and called Taishang Laojun Taiyi Zhenren. This is also because he was too tired and could not concentrate. If he was full of energy, he would definitely not make such a mistake.

However, no matter what his honorific title for the gods was, the effect of his talisman had never changed at all.

Just as all the talisman ash was scattered in the air, it seemed to touch a mysterious power in the sky.

wind……

A breeze...

Gradually strengthening, with the high platform where Jiang Kongming was located as the center, a force that was invisible to the naked eye was commanding the mysterious and powerful force in nature.

Gradually, a whirlwind turned from weak to strong, becoming bigger and bigger.

It is like a madman who has lost his mind, bumping and bumping in this vast plain.

The weeds and leaves on the ground were swept in by a powerful whirlwind, and suddenly scattered to the two sides of the platform, suddenly rolled up to the sky, dancing gracefully, and then scraped onto the platform, making people's skin ached faintly.

The wind was blowing, it really was blowing, and it was still the violent roaring, a rare strong wind.

"How is that possible?" Old Mrs. Fang showed too much incredible on her face. She had lived for so many years and only today did she know what it means to be truly terrible.

"Aunt..." Xiang Ming straightened his body and approached Old Mrs. Fang, and he whispered: "It's really windy."

Nodding silently, Old Mrs. Fang stared at Jiang Kongming, who had collapsed on the ground and was so tired that she had no strength.

The look in his eyes was full of fear, and there was still a trace of danger.

"Auntie, no." Xiang Ming's face changed slightly, and he whispered with his ears.

The old man's eyes were changing, and hesitated in his heart.

However, at this time, a beautiful figure appeared beside Jiang Kongming. Even the strong wind that was whistling in could not stop her graceful and beautiful figure.

Her face was covered with a black scarf, and she couldn't see her face clearly, leaving only her eyes as deep as a starry sky.

"Xia Yajun?" Old Mrs. Fang's expression moved and she cried softly.

"Military Jiang is really a god, I admire him very much." Lu Dingsheng stepped forward and reached out to support Jiang Kongming. The expression on his face was extremely sincere. After seeing Jiang Kongming's technique of calling the wind, he no longer had any doubts or regrets about his choice.

"Oh..." He sighed deeply. Old Mrs. Fang knew that she had missed the best opportunity, and maybe this opportunity would never appear again.

"Minger." Old Mrs. Fang's voice was extremely tired, and she seemed to be completely discouraged: "You will let me do whatever you want, and I will never pay attention to it again."

"Yes..." Xiang Ming replied softly.

Xia Yajun's eyes swept over Old Mrs. Fang, and she just felt the murderous aura suddenly emitted from the old man, and then she appeared on the stage.

Although she didn't know why, she had such a feeling. If she didn't come up, Old Lady Fang might lose her mind and do something that would make anyone regret.

Until now, the sudden feeling gradually disappeared.

However, her eyes turned to the camp where there was a place she didn't dare to be sure of, which was the real leader of the farce.

It was an extremely familiar aura.

The good show performed by Jiang Kongming and Xu Haifeng colluded can be hidden from everyone in the world, but it cannot be hidden from the master level who is close to you.

She recalled the night in the capital, the sense of Wolong City, and the sudden storm today.

I immediately understood the reason, but because of her husband's power, she felt mixed feelings and could not be felt by herself.

Wolong City, at the top of the tallest building of this majestic city, four people stood opposite each other.

They didn't say anything, but at the same time they were neither anxious nor impatient, as if they could stand up forever.

However, a sudden force appeared, causing unexpected fluctuations in their spirits.

In the distant sky, a wave of powerful fluctuations came.

Both Auburn and Grey had a moment of pause and distraction.

If this was a fatal mistake at the time of the fight, then they would have died without a burial place.

Fortunately, when they were shocked by it, Taiyi Zhenren and Li Mingtang both stood by and watched without any intention of taking the opportunity to take action.

With their identities and status, they absolutely disdain to make such a sneak attack.

Even Li Mingtang, the only master among the blood-drinking warriors, was disdainful to do it before receiving the hard instructions.

The two Caesars looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's hearts. What is this, who is it, and what power it is?

Is there really a power in this world that exceeds their imagination?
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