When they set out, the army was in great shape, from the barracks outside the city-state of Lichuan Zulong to the Lichuan Plain. The Lichuan River area was a silver winding dragon crawling on this land. The army that set out on the expedition was like a green and red dragon, slowly moving towards Beijueling.

This army is not only composed of Female Guards, but also the alliances of major forces are also included. For example, the royal family, Zi Zonglin, Zhumen, Miaoshan Sword Sect, and Dazhou clan... are all accompanied by some elite troops.

There are two general commanders of the army, one is Li Yunzi, who commanded the army. The main force of the expedition this time was 200,000 elite soldiers. Although each soldier cannot be said to have the strength of a cultivator, he is equipped with excellent equipment and has undergone rigorous training. Each soldier can pose a threat to certain gods and ordinary people in status.

The other one is the Wuhou of the Imperial Dynasty, who is responsible for supervision. There are only about a thousand Jiting Army around him. Each of them is a cultivator and is far more powerful than ordinary soldiers. However, their main purpose is not to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, but to supervise Li Yunzi.

"Master Li doesn't have to care too much about me, I'm just doing things impartially. For Master Li, this is a test for you by the dynasty. If you can clear the city-state of Jueling, the dynasty will definitely use you more. We all know that the arrival of the Jielongmen will have great changes in the Jiting Continent, and the dynasty has always cherished talents like you." said Mu Chong, the Hou of Huangwu.

Of course, there is another saying behind Wuhou, that is, if the affairs are not good, the dynasty will take away Li Yunzi's rule in Lichuan.

Lichuan is no longer the small remote land of the past. The Dragon Gate of the World appears here. The existence of the wave of time makes it very popular. Everyone covets this land and wants to take it for themselves.

"The dynasty's decree must do its best." Li Yunzi replied lightly.

Her eyes leaped over the thousands of troops and involuntarily looked at the luxuriously equipped team with the flag of Zhumen.

Since it is a joint siege, there are naturally some competition among the major forces.

First of all, when going out for conquest, whether it was the royal army or the Dragon Shepherd Team of Zi Zonglin, they were all extremely grand, demonstrating the spirit of the two leaders, the ruling class and the power of the command. No matter how deliberately the other forces competed for the cards, it was difficult for them to compare with them. They stood out among the hundreds of thousands of troops.

Only Zhumen, this force that originally produced "equipment", was full of golden helmets and silver armor, and excellent swords. Even the dragon beasts riding had a set of bright equipment, which made some poor forces look straight.

Damn, the equipment on human mounts is better than ours!

This lineage is just two words in this vast army of hundreds of thousands of wars - the God of Wealth.

The members of the Zhumen also held their heads and chests up, and looked like they were going to conquer. I am bluntly speaking, everyone here is rubbish!

The cultivation level is not as high as yours, it’s okay, we are well equipped.

The number of people is not as large as you, it’s okay, we are equipped with awesome.

As the only young master of Zhumen, he was sent to a vegetarian and practicing sword sect at the age of five or six and was isolated from the world. He came out of the mountain at the age of fifteen or sixteen but had not tasted Zhu Minglang, who was exiled to the imperial city. It was rare to see the people in his family behave outside. This is the first time today...

Zhu Minglang began to doubt his life.

Zhumen is a little guard who walks out like a golden sword hero, and has the detachment of treating money as dirt. Why has he lived a hard and poor life since he was a child?

In the past, I always felt that my mother Meng Bingci was indifferent to her. Zhu Minglang now suddenly realized that this couple had a virtue, with a big fish and meat, a high position and a powerful person, and no matter how they were born and fend for themselves, they were not needed.

"Young Master, the six million gold you took from us a few days ago..."

"Let's go to find Guan Zhu Tian." Zhu Minglang handed the old guy a fierce look.

Just like the equipment of the guards in Zhumen, it was not like they were short of the six million gold. Zhu Minglang also felt that he had to be less when he wanted it.

Elder Jing Lin smiled and said, "Don't worry, the young master is well, let's make up for this empty account for us."

Zhu Minglang was determined not to return it, so he also gave Elder Jing Lin a toothless smile.

"Young Master, I have heard some small rumors about you being wandered here recently in Lichuan. I don't know if it's true or false. The Lichuan National Master, but why do you wish the future young master's wife?" Elder Jing Lin changed the subject and asked with a smile.

Which version do you hear?

Zhu Minglang glared at the elder, too lazy to talk to him.

Elder Jinglin has a good temper, is friendly and has great power, but he is a little annoying. He likes to talk endlessly and likes to explore young people's gossip.

"Young Master, I heard that Concubine Wen Ling, the head of Yaoshan Sword Sect, must not marry you. Concubine Wen Ling and Li Yunzi, the daughter of Lichuan, are obviously incompatible, and it is difficult to distinguish between the big and small. What is the young master planning to deal with it?" Elder Jing Lin asked slowly.

Zhu Minglang rolled his eyes.

Come on, I'll get out by myself.

Zhu Minglang was in a very happy mood when he saw that the representative of Zhu's sect went on the battle this time, and he was still very happy. This old guy was not difficult to get along with. But after hearing his soul-sentenced questioning, Zhu Minglang remembered his torture problem.

No longer listening to Elder Jing Lin's nagging, Zhu Minglang rode a horse in the long-term army of war, planning to go to the Yaoshan Sword Sect team to take a look...

"Senior brother!!"

As soon as he arrived at the Yaoshan Sword Sect team, a crisp and pleasant voice sounded from the crowd of swordsman clothes. Before Zhu Minglang could react, he saw a beautiful and gentle woman stepping on her feet with light skills, and her breasts swore to her like a return home.

Zhu Minglang was stunned for a moment, afraid that the beauty would fall, so he hurriedly hugged her, and suddenly a surging soft and soft impact came from his chest...

The fragrance penetrated the nose, and the hair was brushed on his cheeks a few times. Zhu Minglang rode a horse and flew into his arms. The soldiers who were walking by were all staring at each other.

What a blessed life!

Isn’t that beauty the chief senior sister of Yaoshan Sword Sect?

The sword masters of Yaoshan Sword Sect were also stunned. Why did the arrogant and reserved senior sister just now become a little fan in one second?

In public, we hugged each other tightly on the horses, and were intimate. At night, wouldn’t it be...

"Ahem, Miaozhu, many people are watching." Zhu Minglang's old face began to turn red.

"No matter!" Zi Miaozhu didn't care at all, and finally caught Zhu Minglang.

"Okay, okay, if you hold it, I'm going to suffocate." Zhu Minglang said.

Zimiao Zhu Ling is beautiful and charming. She practices Yaoshan Jiandao. She is full of Zhong Ling's clear air. It's not that she feels uncomfortable when she holds her, but that the jealous eyes around her make Zhu Minglang unscrupulous.
Chapter completed!