Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

A group of refugees rushed to Wanjiazhuang in a mighty way under the instigation of someone with a heart.

When they approached the wall of Wanjia, a row of arrows was shot from above, and even hundreds of people were shot and fell to the ground.

These refugees are nothing more than a mob. A few days ago, they were still fighting for a bite of wild vegetables. Although they won the hand last night, they also saw a little bit of blood, which inspired the only bit of blood.

But seeing the casualties, the blood was quickly extinguished by fear. At this time, seeing the arrows coming, no one dared to step forward and retreated far away.

Ma Gan and other refugee leaders whispered to each other for a while, and soon brought some people to remove many wooden boards from Heishui Town and moved them to the front of the crowd.

The leaders took out a sum of money and promised many benefits, and then coaxed a group of desperadoes to stand on the board and lead the battle.

A group of people stood in front of the board, and the people behind threw some small stones on the wall, which did not hurt much, but the momentum was very scary.

A few people in front had already rushed to the gate, which was so strong that it failed to open after a long time of bombardment.

Zhang He mixed in the crowd, knowing that if Wanjiazhuang could not be taken down as soon as possible, with such a mob, they would soon disperse.

He immediately signaled to the guards who were following him, and they rushed to the gate with the boards on their backs, swung the big knife "Thirteen Knives for Souls" in their hands, and unleashed it. It was a burst of slashing, and soon The door split wide open.

Behind the gate were more than a hundred family members of the Wanfu family guarding with knives. Seeing the refugees rushing in, the two sides immediately hacked and killed each other.

Subsequent refugees continued to pour in, and the hundred or so householders would soon be submerged in the sea of ​​people.

There are also more clever people taking advantage of the chaos to sneak into the houses, looting wantonly, and stuffing exquisite pastries and fruits into their mouths as soon as they are picked up.

Seeing beautiful clothes, regardless of whether men's or women's, are layered on the body. The happiest thing is a small group of lucky people who found the kitchen.

"This Wanjia eats really fucking well!"

"Damn it, this kitchen is full of chicken, duck and fish."

A group of refugees used both hands to stuff their chests and mouths at the same time. Even if they were choked, they still stabbed a large piece of meat into their mouths. If they could reach it, they would probably have to use their feet to their mouths. Kick two feet.

At this time, if you ask them what regrets they have in life, it must be that they hate their parents for giving birth to a few hands and cannot grab them;

All the refugees who rushed into Wanjiazhuang fell into a kind of carnival.

"Trespassers die!"

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a purple robe came out of the inner house holding a large iron gun.

A big iron gun either swept across or stabbed straight, and more than ten people were killed in a short time.

"Master Wan!"

"Master Wan!"

Some of the refugees knew this purple-robed man, who was the local emperor of Heishui Town, the head of the Wan family, Wan You Cai.

With Wan You Cai's previous power and this moment of killing, the crowd fell silent, and even a few refugees were so frightened that they knelt on the spot.

Seeing that a riot was about to be quelled, several guards mixed in the crowd looked at each other and rushed forward with their knives in hand.

"court death!"

Wan Youcai let out a loud roar, and unleashed his wrought-iron spear in his hand, and the ten guards with knives couldn't get close.

"Let's go together, guys!"

"Anyway, we've come to this point, Wanjia won't let us go."

"That's right, rather than waiting to be settled by Qiuhou, it's better to destroy Wanjiazhuang now."

Seeing Wan Youcai being entangled by ten masters, coupled with someone taking the lead in the crowd, the battle quickly resumed, and it was more intense than before.

Zhang He paid attention to the overall changes in the crowd, and now hundreds of members of the Wan family have been suppressed by the crowd.

Now the hardest thing to deal with is the wealth,

Unexpectedly, this person is also a martial arts master.

Zhang He drew his sword slowly, ready to help, as long as Wan Youcai beheaded, this matter should be settled.

At this moment, there was a slight vibration on the ground, and the people who were devoted to the battle naturally didn't notice it, but Zhang He's five senses are now sharp, and he already feels abnormal.

Immediately, he jumped onto the wall with a vertical leap, and saw dozens of cavalry galloping towards this side in the distance.

The person in the lead is dressed in white armor, his eyebrows are somewhat similar to Wan You Cai, and the white horse under his crotch is also an extraordinary horse.

Zhang He secretly had a bad idea, so he hurriedly jumped off the fence, and performed the "Chasing the Wind without Shadow Step", his figure appeared beside Wan Youcai with a flicker, and while he was unaware, he slashed through Wan Youcai's neck with a single knife .

Wan Youcai only felt his neck get cold, and he reached out his hand eagerly, trying to cover his neck, but unexpectedly his head also fell to the ground, his hands grabbed the air a few times and then fell down heavily.

But it is said that the sixty or seventy cavalry who rushed to help from afar, when they arrived outside Wanjiazhuang, drew out their long knives one after another, and lined up to kill the refugees here.

These refugees are just a rabble, and they can fight with the wind. Facing these well-equipped and well-trained cavalry, they still have half the courage to fight.

"It's over, this is the return of the eldest son of the Wan family!"

"I heard that the eldest son of the Wan family has always been in the army of Dehua City, and he seems to be a big official."

Naturally, among the refugees, there were many well-informed people who had already recognized the identity of the eldest son of the Wan family.

Seeing the power of these dozens of horsemen advancing side by side, many people have already retreated quietly.

The eldest son of the Wan family led dozens of cavalrymen smoothly through the crowd of tens of thousands of refugees, and no one dared to stop him along the way.

"father!"

When Zhang He had just successfully beheaded Wan Youcai, there was a shrill exclamation from behind him.

"You all die for me!"

"White armor rider obeys orders, kill! No one is allowed to stay!"

"Obey!"

A troop of cavalry rushed towards the crowd after receiving their orders. All of a sudden, heads rolled and blood and stumps splashed all over the sky.

Although there were many refugees at this time, none of them dared to challenge them. Now they only regret that they lost two legs and couldn't run behind the horses behind them.

Only the guards of Qifeng Mountain mixed in the crowd, saw the opportunity to cut a horse's foot, or jumped up from behind the opponent, and quietly slashed the back of the head.

After the young man in the white armor gave an order, he drew out his portable sword, jumped up, and stabbed in the direction of Zhang He from two feet away, with a speed as fast as a phantom.

When passing by the pillars and piles along the way, two human heads shot up into the sky.

The pillars and piles were also considered strong among the guards, and they died on the spot before they could resist them.

Zhang He quickly used his footwork and raised his knife to meet him.

"Ping-pong-pong, jingle-dang-dang..."

Both of them were extremely fast. Except for the person concerned, the rest of the people could only see two blurred lights and shadows colliding with each other.

The two groups of light and shadow suddenly separated, and then collided again.

"boom!"

A white figure flew upside down from the light ball, smashing two pillars hard.

"Captain Wan!"

A cavalryman saw that the eldest son was being beaten into the air, and hurried to help him up.

The eldest son struggled to stand up and pushed his hands aside.

"Who are you? What is your purpose?"

Those with low status like tenants and refugees are not qualified to practice martial arts, and those who can have this level of martial arts cultivation will not have a simple status.

The eldest son suspected that Zhang He was sent by other big forces to target the Wan family.

"I'm just an ordinary farmer."

Zhang He slowly walked towards the eldest son with a bloody sword in his hand. He also suffered some injuries during the fierce fighting just now.

"Since you don't want to say it, then you go to die! Before you die, I will show you the methods of cultivators."

The Eldest Young Master shouted loudly, took out a yellow talisman from his pocket, and stuck it on his body. Suddenly, a burst of golden light rose, covering the Eldest Young Master's figure in a golden light.

"Ah! The fairy master has appeared!"

Seeing this scene, some refugees were so frightened that they lost their will to fight and even had no courage to escape. They knelt on the ground and kowtowed for mercy.

The person who was most surprised at the scene should be Zhang He. Although he had read the description of the immortal cultivator in the book before, he had always been dubious, and now he finally saw the real guy.

A strong curiosity drove him to walk towards the eldest son with a knife in his hand. He really wanted to see how the mask was made and what was the principle behind it.

In his two lifetimes, this was the first time he had seen such a mysterious thing.