Chapter 373: Nezha joins the army

Congenital Lingbao, five rounds of Pu Fan·Lei.
After Yang Jian got this thunder fan, he didn't use it much because his soul cultivation was far inferior to the physical profound arts.
This time it was taken out and swept away. Thousands of thunders directly blocked the millions of merchants. Although it did not hurt one person, it scared the soldiers who were no more than mortals pale and completely lost their fighting spirit.
Zhang Guifang was also a little confused about Yang Jian's strength, and in the face of such a punished situation, he had to retreat ten miles and retreat.
Fortunately, Nangong Shi and Zhou Ji were captured just now, and the first battle was not without merit.
After the thunder, a scorched black trace that was ten feet wide and spreading for dozens of miles appeared on the plain.
Zhou Jun was far and near, all looking at the white-clothed youth on the high platform, his eyes full of enthusiasm.
"Return to camp and station, beware of night attacks by merchants."
Yang Jian left this order, and his figure floated off the high platform and went straight back to the main account of the Chinese army.
Zhijian and Yao Gonglin were waiting in the main account. They were only training sergeants, and did not go directly to the battlefield. They also had no specific official positions in the Zhou army, just like Yang Jian's guard.
Seeing Yang Jian approaching with a smile on his face, I was a little strange. It was obvious that his side had lost the battle and was arrested by two generals. Why the second master still seems to be in a good mood...
"Second Lord, what's wrong?"
"Huh? It's okay," Yang Jian waved his hand, "You stare at the movement of the business army. I will go and rescue the two generals later."
Zhijian said: "Second Lord, the merchant general seems to have a cultivation base, and I don't know what it is."
Yang Jian groaned a few times and then said: "Don't worry about him, most of these unknown sources are just trying to find a way out in Conferred God."
"Second Lord, why don't I take this Guifang..."
Yao Gonglin made a beheading gesture, and Naojian nodded slightly.
"The matter of enshrining the gods is quite mysterious. It is not just simply killing that is the best," Yang Jian thought a little while sitting in the main seat.
Zhang Guifang, the famous ‘losing star’ on the list of conferred gods, came here, and his junior brother Nezha should come to help out in the next few days. He still has to save his junior brother’s merits, so naturally he doesn’t need to kill now.
The problem is that the original Jiang Shang saw the battle between Nezha and Zhang Guifang, and felt that his way was shallow. He went to Kunlun Mountain to ask for a visit to Yuanshi Tianzun. He was scolded by Yuanshi Tianzun. Hang up on the Conferred God Platform.
I can't go back to Kunlun Mountain to "cry" just because of Zhang Guifang?
That way, it would be too much like his uncle.
How to do this? If the Fengshen Bang can be started early, it will naturally be better.
Or, when the time is right, Master will let someone send a list of gods?
Although Yang Jian could not directly change the name on the Conferred God List, he could get this treasure early, and he might be able to find some mystery contained in the heavenly book early.
Engage in Jiang Shang, engage in Jiang Shang, let Jiang Shang go down, and all the things that I know about enshrining gods have changed.
What makes Yang Jian speechless is that he himself does not have the ability to divination and calculate, and he can only rely on his own brain to think about many things, which is quite tiring.
But there is no way, who made him embark on this road by accident and dug this pit...
"The prime minister!"
Off the account, Huang Feihu hurried over with a group of generals. Huang Feihu was full of excitement and shouted: "Prime Minister, why don't you use immortality to destroy the merchants directly?"
"King Wucheng said and laughed," Yang Jian shook his head and laughed. "Since it is a fairy law, how can it take the lives of mortals?"
Huang Feihu was speechless, silent a little, and asked: "General Nan and Zhou Ji were taken by Zhang Guifang. That Zhang Guifang has magic skills. Standing there and shouting can make people unable to move. How can this be good?"
"The two generals, I will go to rescue them," Yang Jian stood up, "I have evasion techniques, but the enemy is not aware of the other side."
A general hurriedly shouted: "No! How can the prime minister be involved?"
"It's okay," Yang Jian smiled, and turned around in front of everyone, disappearing without a trace.
When everyone saw Yang Jian's ability, they looked at each other.
They didn't know that a general who led an army like Huang Feihu would only be in charge of commanding the army from now on; those who fought before the battle were not ordinary people.
Yang Jianyao didn't have the time for a stick of incense, he heard the gust of wind, a figure came from the sky, and the wind and sand filled the tent.
When the wind and sand cleared, Yang Jian was already sitting in the main seat, and Nangong Shi and Zhou Ji passed out.
The generals hurriedly moved forward to rescue the two generals, and they all admired the prime minister's ability...
Yang Jian and Huang Feihu discussed one or two countermeasures, and then suddenly heard a report, Zhang Guifang called out.
"The prime minister!" Huang Feihu was also staunch, "I will go to teach him the demon technique again, this time I will definitely not be fooled by him!"
"King Wucheng is not allowed," Yang Jian shook his head, just about to persuade Huang Feihu, he suddenly heard a report from the soldiers.
"Encourage the prime minister, the city's prime minister's mansion sent someone to report that there is a younger brother named Nezha from the prime minister's mansion. The prime minister's wife asked if he could enter the military camp to meet the prime minister!"
Yang Jian couldn't help laughing. He, the younger brother who has the best relationship, shouldn't talk about it.
"Let him come here quickly, no one can cast down that Zhang Guifang's sorcery."
The guards outside the account took the order and went away. Huang Feihu read a few words of Nezha, and hurriedly asked: "This Nezha, but the little benefactor who saved me that day?"
Yang Jian nodded and said with a smile: "My junior is very capable and has a lotus body, so I am not afraid of Zhang Guifang's magical magic."
"If it's really my benefactor, don't be afraid!" Huang Feihu was also refreshed.
When it was tea time, I saw a figure rushing into the tent, shouting the senior, and jumping in with a crisp laugh.
With a lotus dress and lotus leaf skirt, the delicate young man was holding a spear. Seeing that there were generals on the left and right in the account, he quickly put away his smile and gave Yang Jian a decent fist.
"Uh, Nezha, a disciple of the real Taiyi of Qianyuan Mountain, has met the Prime Minister! Today, in the name of a teacher, I am here to help the Prime Minister!"
"Exemption," Yang Jian said with a smile, "For the time being, you won't be granted the title of military officer. I will let the whole army line up. You can teach the generals of the merchant army, and give credit to the generals, how about you?"
"Hey!" Nezha called out Hot Wheels immediately, "I will meet that guy now!"
"Don't worry, if the army moves, it will take a little time," Yang Jianchuan ordered, and the entire military camp quickly became lively.
Nezha asked wonderingly: "Am I not enough alone? Why do we have to send out a large army?"
"This is a war, you can understand it if you learn more," Yang Jian was too lazy to explain, smiling and beckoning, "Come here, I will introduce you to the lieutenant general."
Huang Feihu, who was waiting to the side, clasped his fists and shouted: "My benefactor is here, and Huang Feihu's family has been helped by my benefactor! I can see it again today, so fate is true!"
Although Zhou Jun’s generals saw that Nezha was too young, they felt a little unreliable, but they thought that their prime minister was originally a youth, and if he had to live how many years old, he felt relieved.
Nezha will stay in the army in the future. Yang Jian introduced him to several generals of the Zhou army with real power to facilitate his actions in the future.
An hour later, the two armies once again opened their positions.
According to Yang Jian's orders, Nezha put on silver and white lock armor on the outside of the lotus shirt, replaced the lotus leaf skirt with a brown dress, and gilded boots, but his hairstyle was not changed, but his signature total horn bun .
The vanguard of cutting down, officially debut!
Standing in front of the Zhou army battlefield, Nezha was standing in front of the Zhou army with a solemn face.
Let's hit one, let's hit one pair!
Zhang Guifang kicked his horse and pointed at Nezha and asked, "Coming by the name!"
"I am Nezha!"
"Oh?" Zhang Guifang raised her eyebrows, and had never heard of Nezha's name. After all, Nezha's matter has been around for nearly ten years, and it has not spread in the prehistoric times.
The Qinglong Pass in the predicament is more than tens of thousands of miles away from Chentang Pass.
Nezha asked: "Are you the main general?"
The words were a bit disdainful, and there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, which was quite dazzling in the radiance of the golden crow light.
Zhang Guifang was secretly angry and cursed: "How dare you make fun of the general! He has always died!"
Stop fighting and rush forward.
The wind fire wheel underneath Nezha's feet was blazing, his body leaned forward slightly, and his figure greeted him with a swish.
Zhang Guifang raised his brows, but said that this is also a monk, no longer hiding and tucked away, with layers of mist on his body, he also grabbed a spear and stabbed at Nezha's leaping figure.
Who can see the pawns on both sides of such a fight?
The mortal could only hear a blast, as if the sky thunder landed, and then there was a storm in the field.
Huang Feihu was riding on the five-color sacred cow, and Yang Jian stood calmly on the chariot.
The battle between the two people in the field was rising, and Yang Jian naturally knew that Ne Zha was only testing, but Zhang Guifang had already tried his best.
Finally, the horse hissed and fell softly to the ground, and Zhang Guifang rolled out.
Nezha stopped the offensive, clutching the fire-tip spear in his left hand, and said with a smile: "Is there only this ability?"
"You!" Zhang Guifang sneered, took a breath in his chest, and suddenly shouted: "Nezha get off the horse!"
Nezha blinked, feeling an evil wind blowing, and his lotus root body was a bit cold.
However... it was only slightly cool.
"Nezha dismount!"
"Are you stupid? Uncle?" Nezha reminded helplessly, "I'm riding a wheel."
Zhang Guifang's complexion suddenly changed. Although a little hard to tell, he suffered from poor skills and yelled: "Nezha, it's not a turn!"
Yang Jian was amused by this scene.
This junior is really more and more ghostly.
Nezha sighed helplessly, and said, "Just like you, you can command an army of millions, really ridiculous."
"you!"
"Huh!" Nezha deceived his body forward, the speed of the Hot Wheels suddenly skyrocketed, and the tip of the fire spear reached Zhang Guifang's neck in a blink of an eye.
Yang Jian suddenly said: "Don't kill him first, it's still useful."
Nezha temporarily changed his trick ~EbookFREE.me~ and shot Zhang Guifang directly, almost without breaking Zhang Guifang's bones.
With a scream, Zhang Guifang landed on the ranks of the merchant army, and went into a coma. The merchant army was suddenly in chaos.
Yang Jian waved his left hand, and the banner behind him was fluttering. There were flag bearers everywhere in the army waving the banner, drums rang into the sky.
Army attack!
Huang Feihu's suffocated stomach finally spread fire, and the five-color sacred bull rushed forward. More than a dozen generals of the Zhou army were scattered everywhere, leading hundreds of thousands of troops into the business army array.
Thunderous horseshoes;
The killing screams!
Millions of armies fought on the wilderness, but for a short while, blood flowed into a river, and dead souls filled.
Standing on the chariot, Yang Jian witnessed this scene, but his mood drifted into the clouds...
In the end, it should be regarded as a natural disaster or a man-made disaster.