Chapter 220 The Demons Have Arrived, and the War Begins!

After hearing Zhang Fang's proposal, Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi couldn't help but cast doubtful eyes on Xinhen at the same time, wondering what was so special about this handsome young man who looked fair and clean that he could be praised so much by Zhang Fang.

But Song Lu's face already showed a knowing smile.

Because of his age and experience, Song Lu's altitude and the scenery he saw were different from those of Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi.

From the simple exchange just now, he has realized that Zhang Fang, for some reason, is absolutely unwilling to establish a formal cooperative relationship with any force that can compete for world supremacy.

But he didn't seem to object to cooperation with the Song clan, so he introduced Xinhen to act as their middleman.

In his opinion, the strength of Xinhen's ability is irrelevant at all.

As long as he can keep in touch with Zhang Fang, a young master with great strength and unlimited future, even if he is just a loser, Song Clan is willing to accept him and give him a good treatment.

However, when Xinhen hugged Song Lu's horse head and whispered a few words to it, he turned around and said that before entering the city, they had seen two wild wolves mating. Song Shidao also joked a few words, and everyone The way people looked at Xinhen became different.

If such talents can be used for their own purposes, their assistance to the Song clan will definitely not be inferior to that of a top master!

Under this situation, Xinhen's intention to join the Song clan was quickly realized. It's just that this matter needs to be postponed. According to Zhang Fang, after they resolve the matters at hand, they will rush to Luoyang together, and it will not be too late for Xinhen to officially join the Song clan's camp.

Xinhen did not raise any questions about Zhang Fang's arrangement.

He just wants to kill Shen Shifeng and avenge his poor sister. As for his future development in the Reincarnation Tower, it is not within his scope for the time being.

In the next two days, Zhang Fang began to conduct special assault training based on Xinhen's combat effectiveness.

Although it is unrealistic to expect his strength to improve by leaps and bounds in such a short period of time, at least his actual combat experience must be improved. In this way, he will not be held back in subsequent actions.

Then, Zhang Fang and Huo'er took turns to perform hellish devil training on him.

One thing to say, this guy's foundation is actually pretty good.

Not only does he have the foundation of the "Yi Jin Jing", but he has also mastered the "Liu Li Sword Technique" recorded on the Liu Li Sword. His martial arts configuration cannot be considered low. It's just that the combat talent is too stretched, and a 100% strength can only be used at 50% or 60% in actual combat.

There is a sense of sight of a handicapped gangster playing action games, driving a large phone and being tortured by mobs, which is simply unbearable to watch.

It is extremely difficult to completely reverse this kind of talent flaw, but it can still be done with some targeted reinforcements. For example, the results of these two days of devil training are very remarkable, and Xinhen can already exert 60 to 70% of his combat effectiveness in actual combat.

Comparing it horizontally, it is probably similar to Fu Junyu?

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The Evil Emperor Temple is an extremely secretive underground building. People who don't know the location may not be able to find it even if they spend their entire lives.

Twenty years ago, Xiang Yutian found Lu Miaozi and built a Taoist temple above its entrance. It was named Qiyun Temple to give those in the know a clear coordinate.

This Qiyun Temple is located on the mountainside of a strange mountain. The rocks on this mountain are as red as cinnabar, and there are endless strange peaks and cliffs, which is extremely strange.

On the appointed day, Qiyun Temple was inside.

Zhang Fang casually took out a fresh fruit that he had prepared earlier from his private space, handed it to a little monkey with fiery red hair on his shoulder, then crossed his arms across his chest and looked at the broken, peeling, dust-covered net with interest. , in front of the statue of Laojun in a desolate and lonely atmosphere, a woman in white was kneeling devoutly.

This woman stands upright, and because she maintains a kneeling posture, her figure, which is taller than that of ordinary women, appears less conspicuous.

Although she was kneeling to worship the statue at the moment, she was holding an exquisite bronze mirror in her hand. While admiring her appearance, her expression seemed a little dull, as if she had remembered something that he would never forget.

From the viewing angle, you can clearly see half of her delicate face reflected in the mirror, as well as some unshed tears in her eyes.

Seeing this, Zhang Fang quickly reminded: "No matter what this face reminds you of, it's best not to cry. If you cry and ruin your makeup, I'm afraid it will make our overall plan appear something that shouldn't exist." flaw."

The woman was shocked when she heard this. She quickly used her sleeves carefully to wipe away the tears that had not yet fallen from her eyes. Then she picked up the bronze mirror again and made sure that her makeup was intact. Then she finally breathed a sigh of relief. He put away the bronze mirror and said, "Thank you, Brother Hua, for reminding me. I lost my temper. I won't do it again."

What came out of her mouth was the sound of Xinhen.

Seeing a beautiful woman who looked charming, but what came out of her mouth was a manly voice. The extreme contrast was exciting, and even Zhang Fang, the instigator, couldn't accept it.

"Snapped!"

He slapped his face fiercely, covered his eyes, and sighed feebly: "Brother Xinhen, you must remember that when the enemy appears later, you must keep your mouth shut and be sure to hold back your words!"

"Pfft!"

As soon as he said this, a girl's chuckle came from behind the statue of Lao Jun.

Xinhen thought to himself: Wasn’t it all your hand that made me look like this?

However, since the plan was completely dominated by Zhang Fang, he wisely remained silent.

"Pfft..."

At this time, Xinhen's pet partridge suddenly flew back and circled around his head, chirping non-stop.

After hearing this, Xinhen immediately spoke: "The enemies have arrived. There are six of them in total. I can't tell you who the Partridges are more specifically." After a slight pause, he then explained: "You don't understand Partridges?" What are you talking about? I can only translate it, so shut up."

Zhang Fang nodded slightly to express his understanding.

Because Shen Shifeng had seen Partridge Boy before, Xinhen was subjectively unwilling and had no need to let him take risks. So he invited a dozen common birds in the mountain to help him in exchange for a large bowl of grain.

After the enemy appears, they will fly into the dense forest nearby and tell Partridge Boy the news first, and then Partridge Boy will relay it on his behalf.

Because the enemy's bird did not fly to Qiyunguan as soon as it saw it, even if Shen Shifeng and others knew Xinhen's ability and that he had betrayed him, it was difficult to think of him. If he can even think of this, then he doesn't have a rich imagination, but he can predict the future.

But everything has two sides. Even if a message is spread by several people, it may change after being spread several times, let alone animals with simple IQs?

It was already very valuable that they could learn from the partridge boy that the enemy had arrived and that there were six in number.

After receiving the news that the enemy had arrived, Zhang Fang, instead of putting on a tense posture, sat down cross-legged against the pillar very relaxedly, taking out the Yitian Divine Sword and laying it on the ground in front of his knees.

A moment later, a strange sound suddenly sounded outside the viewing room.

At first it sounded like the sound of a baby crying, but then it turned into a woman's scream and wail.

Zhang Fang turned a deaf ear to this and still took it calmly.

But the little red-haired monkey squatting on his shoulder was frightened. After making a few weird "squeaking" noises, he grabbed the window and ran away.

The demonic sound outside changed again, from front to back, left and right, erratic, concentrated in the square outside the palace gate, and became increasingly loud and unpleasant, turning into the ghost's chirping. It's as if you suddenly arrived in the Shura underworld, and thousands of miserable ghosts are coming to demand your life, with phantoms and hidden murderous intentions.

This time, even Xinhen's body trembled, as if he was about to lose control under the attack of the demonic sound.

There is a saying that although the demonic sound this time is loud, its intensity is not high. As long as a person is determined and determined, even if his cultivation level is a little lower, he can barely resist it. Just like Xin Shen at this moment, although he is affected, he is gritting his teeth and persisting.

It's just not in line with Zhang Fang's temper to allow the other party to be so arrogant.

But he saw him slowly picking up the Yitian Sword lying in front of him, pushing it gently with his thumb, and the sword's edge was unsheathed an inch.

"Qiang!"

A sword sound sounded, like a sword light that created the world, directly cutting off the illusion created by the magic sound. Then, a woman's muffled groan came from outside the palace door, and all the illusions disappeared.

At this time, Zhang Fang turned his sword, with the scabbard facing downwards, and stamped on the stone bricks in front of him.

"Qiang!"

Another high-pitched sword cry spread throughout the surrounding area, filling the entire hall with a murderous atmosphere: "Six of you, since you are all here, why don't you come in quickly and die? This will save you from wasting Hua's precious time! "

As soon as Zhang Fang finished speaking, a burst of wild laughter suddenly sounded outside.

The next moment, six figures rushed in through the door!

The leader of the group had a face as yellow as paper, and was as skinny as if he was about to die. His brows and forehead were covered with deep, miserable wrinkles, but he was extremely tall, a whole head taller than the tall, tall middle-aged woman next to him. .

Those scorching eyes were completely incompatible with his miserable and tired face. They were as bright and clear as a child. However, deep in the eyes, there was an expression of coldness and hatred that no child has, which made people shudder. .

The green robe he wore was surprisingly loose and uncomfortable, and a golden one-legged bronze figure hung on his back. It should have weighed at least several hundred kilograms, but it seemed light on his back. Like a hair, it is not a burden at all.

From the person's appearance and weapons alone, Zhang Fang has already determined the person's identity. He is a peerless demon known as one of the eight masters of the Demon Sect, "reverse" You Niaojuan!

The beautiful woman next to him in palace attire appears to be in her late teens at first glance. But upon closer inspection, you will realize that time is not forgiving. There are crow's feet like spider webs radiating towards the temples from the corners of her eyebrows and eyes. But her eyebrows are like distant mountains and her eyes are like autumn water. She is always a true beauty. However, her jade face is so pale that there is no color at all, like a beautiful ghost from the underworld.

However, at this time, his hair was disheveled and his face was pale. It was obvious that he had suffered a big loss in the fight just now.

Zhang Xingxin secretly thought that she should be the only female among Xiang Yutian's four disciples, "Mei Niangzi" Jin Huanzhen.

Looking towards both sides of them, I saw two middle-aged men, one tall, one short, one fat and one thin, entering side by side, but separated by more than ten feet from other people, as if they were wary of everyone.

One of them was a big man dressed in a fast suit, with a huge iron mace stuck on his back, a hooked nose and deep eyes. He had an indescribable smell of evil. It was obvious at a glance that he was not a good person. The most bizarre thing is that he wears a crown on his head that is crowned by the imperial crown.

The appearance of the other fat man was even more unflattering. But his face is as broad as a basin, his chin is hooked, two thick lips protrude like bird pecks, and his big eyes are like two will-o'-the-wisps. His body is short and fat, but his hands are as thick as tree trunks. Although he is wearing a monk's robe, he has no He doesn't have the worldly demeanor of an outsider at all, just like a murderous demon king.

There is also a string of blood-red beads hanging on his head, which makes people feel even more nondescript.

In Zhang Fang's mind, Shi Qingxuan's previous descriptions of the four people immediately emerged, and he matched them one by one with the people in front of him. He immediately judged that the person wearing the high hat was Ding Jiuzhong, and the ugly fat man was Zhou Laotan.

Compared with these four plot characters, the young man and woman who appear with them are much more eye-catching.

One of the young men was dressed smartly and suavely, with a humble expression.

The other woman was also beautiful. She was dressed in red and had many gems of various colors inlaid on her clothes. She looked very charming.

It's just that after these two people appeared, they stood at the far left and right of the six people respectively, and they didn't seem to have a close relationship.

After the six people appeared, the leader, You Niaojuan, suddenly laughed out loud: "It is rumored that Hua Qianshu is Bi Xiuxin's disciple. It is reasonable that he would stand up for that girl."

"But I heard that Hua Qianshu's spiritual ape can not only transform into human form, but also has excellent martial arts skills. Even Fu Cailin's disciples are no match for him. How could he be frightened by a few magic sounds of 'Mei Niangzi'?" Run away?"

Following You Niaojuan's words, the eyes of six uninvited guests fell on Zhang Fang at the same time.

But after hearing the words, he stood up unhurriedly, glanced at You Niaojuan carelessly, and said, "You said I'm not Hua Qianshu?"

You Niaojuan looked serious: "You're not!"

At this time, the young master standing on the far left of the crowd said softly: "If you are not Hua Qianshu, it would not be a wise decision to pretend to be this person. In fact, his situation is worse than that of Kou Zhong who is related to Yang Gong's treasure. , Xu Ziling is coming, I'm afraid it will be more dangerous."

Before Zhang Fang could express anything, the woman in red on the other side said impatiently: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? You will know if you give it a try, right or wrong?"

As she spoke, she suddenly raised her right arm. No matter how she moved, the jade arm suddenly glowed with a strange light. After the light dissipated, a layer of arm armor had been put on the originally fair and beautiful arm.

Just a few "ding! ding!" were heard, and four small muzzles like pocket Gatlings popped up on the arm armor, aiming at Zhang Fang.

The next moment, the four muzzles rotated at high speed at the same time.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Countless flying needles, like a violent storm, hit Zhang Fang head and face. There is no particular emphasis on the landing point of these flying needles, but because they are shot out in large numbers and at such a fast speed, even any martial arts master will have a headache if they encounter them!