550: C550 The Commander of the Feilian Army

C550 The Commander of the Feilian Army

However, he really didn't know about the Zhou Fengmiao disciple that they were talking about! If there was someone among them who recognized Zhou Fengmiao as his disciple, I would definitely give it back to you with both hands.

However, this was just an insult in the Altar Master's heart. When he thought about his face in front of the hundreds of spectral cultivators under his command, he could only return to the entrance of the main hall and wave his arms at his subordinates, saying, "Little ones, attack!"

"Go what? Go? Go your ass!"

A voice came from behind him. Then, he felt a strong force coming from his back and he fell to the ground. On his back, there was a huge shoe print.

People looked towards the source of the voice and saw a naked man with disheveled hair and a body full of scars walking out of the hall.

If this wasn't the Yang Xuan who was just captured by Altar Master, then who was it?

"Yang Xuan..."

Yuh Qingcheng shouted excitedly. When she saw the injuries on Yang Xuan's body, she couldn't help but shed tears.

"Qingcheng, look, I said I will be fine, right?"

Yang Xuan smiled and walked towards Yuh Qingcheng. He did not know if it was intentional or not, but he stepped on Altar Master's body. Altar Master let out a muffled groan. Perhaps it was because he felt that it was too embarrassing, but he actually lied down on the ground and did not get up.

"Yang Xuan, it's good that you are fine."

Zhou Fengmiao and Yang Xuan looked at each other and nodded at each other.

Yang Xuan's eyes swept across the crowd, but he did not find the person who had just found out his name.

At this moment, Yuh Qingcheng had already dismounted and came in front of Yang Xuan. "Bad guy, making me worry. If you continue to be like this in the future, I will ignore you."

As she spoke, she also hammered Yang Xuan's chest twice.

"Hiss, it hurts."

Yang Xuan couldn't help but shout. He looked up and saw Yuh Qingcheng's resentful eyes.

"Do you know your mistake?"

Yuh Qingcheng looked like she was lecturing Yang Xuan. She put her hands on her hips and looked at Yang Xuan.

"I know."

Yang Xuan lowered his head and rubbed the tip of Yuh Qingcheng's nose. He said, "But I will not change it even if I beat you to death."

On the other side, Yang Xuan and Yuh Qingcheng met again without any danger. They were obsessed with each other. On the other side, the days of the ghost cultivators were not good.

Apart from the Altar Master, the strength of the ghost cultivators could not be compared with the army of Profound Gate Pass.

Although most of the people from the Carduus Army were Second Stage soldiers, as soldiers, once they formed a formation, each platoon would be comparable to a Fifth Stage warrior.

After a charge, including the main hall, all the spectral cultivators were crushed into meat paste. That was why, no matter how strong the experts in the martial world were, they would still be crushed into meat paste. And dare not confront the national army. Once these well-trained troops charged, they would be like a war machine. Anyone who stood in its way would be crushed into meat paste.

On the other side, with the cooperation of Xueling and Yuh Qingcheng, the Altar Master of Sixth Stage and the two Fifth Stage ghost cultivators were forced to retreat.

Because of the injuries on his body, Yang Xuan did not participate in the battle.

"Master, I have something to tell you."

When no one noticed him, Yang Xuan came to Zhou Fengmiao's side and whispered something into his ear.

"What? What you said is true? He..."

Zhou Fengmiao looked at Yang Xuan in disbelief. When he saw Yang Xuan giving him a look, he knew that this was not the place to talk, so he quickly kept quiet.1

After confirming that no ghost cultivators had escaped from the net, Xueling removed the Giant God Imperial Prison and sat down to rest. With his huge body, he had left two deep pits on the ground.

The other soldiers entered the hall and began to count the spoils of war. Among them were the relics of Carduus Army and Tiger Army.

Yuh Qingcheng returned to Yang Xuan's side. She was thinking of Yang Xuan showing off the Altar Master who had been turned into meat paste by her and Xueling, but she noticed that Yang Xuan and Zhou Fengmiao looked depressed.

When she asked them what was on their minds, both of them kept their mouths shut.

...

Profound Gate Pass.

Within Yuwen Jian's tent.

There was an opening at the top of the tent, which was used for ventilation. Yuwen Jian's surname was Yuwen, and his military rank was Yuwen Jian. As for his real name, many people did not know. Even the people closest to him in the military would probably think about it for a long time.

At this time, he was the only one in Yuwen Jian's tent. An oil lamp was lit on the table, and it was noisy outside.

After Yang Xuan was rescued from the hands of the ghost cultivators, it was because Yang Xuan had destroyed the trade between the Barbarian Clan and the black market. Although they had a lot of resources in their hands, they could not turn them into spirit stone to replenish their military funds. The logistics of the Barbarian Clan became tight all of a sudden. They began to avoid the war.

Yang Xuan went deep into the black market alone to destroy the barbarian trade, and in order to let Yuh Qingcheng safely return to Profound Gate Pass to face the spectral cultivators alone, he had gained the recognition of almost all the soldiers in Profound Gate Pass.

Tonight was Yang Xuan's celebration banquet, and it was also the day Zhou Fengmiao rewarded Yang Xuan for his contributions.

The night was dark. A gray pigeon flew in from the top of Stephen's tent and landed on Yuwen Jian's table.

One could see a small wooden cylinder on the pigeon's leg. Stephen took the wooden cylinder off and took out a roll of paper from inside. He began to read.

"Mr Yang, you are indeed General Zhou's disciple. You are able to go deep into the dragon's pond and tiger's cave alone. You even dare to get angry for your beauty. You are truly a hero. I admire you."

Beside the bonfire in the military camp, General Qi Yulong of Tiger Army came to Yang Xuan with a bowl of wine. He raised the bowl of wine and said.

"General Qi, you are too polite. This kid is just doing what he can. A few generals on the frontlines are fighting enemies for the people of Great Wei to live and work in peace. This is truly a cause for celebration. Kid, I would like to propose a toast to you."

Yang Xuan humbly said to Qi Yulong. This time, he went into the black market alone to inquire about the news. Yang Xuan's deeds had already spread among the three armies. The soldiers who knew about Yang Xuan's actions were all full of praise for him.

"Mr Yang, what are you talking about? You don't have to be polite. In the future, we can call each other brothers. If you didn't go into the black market alone and wipe out the spies, I don't know how many losses we would have suffered if we were to charge into the front line and kill the enemies! "

This was the commander of Greedy Wolf Army, Tan Lang. His name was the same as his. He was a middle-aged man with long hair, who liked to be bare-chested and seemed to have experienced many vicissitudes of life.

As the saying goes, if you don't get drunk, you will get drunk. Although Yang Xuan had already stepped into the Fifth Stage, and alcohol had almost no effect on him, Yang Xuan couldn't help but feel a little dizzy in this scene of drinking and drinking.

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