Chapter 1227: Direct refining

The door of the tent was lifted, and a person walked out. This life is strange, with a slightly pointed head, very long chin, but big eyes. Wearing a gold armor shirt, he walks lightly like a wandering soul. As soon as he saw this person, Hou Kitahara looked away, as if he would get into trouble just by looking at him.
The man who came out took a look at the female sister who was blown up by the thunder, and asked coldly: "Have you quarreled with someone?"
The female cultivator lowered her head and said, "Yes, masters. These two wanted to break into the camp, but I stopped them. They refused to accept it, and started with me."
"So, you can't beat them?" The man's face sank, showing an angry face.
The female Xiu's face changed horribly, she hesitated for a moment, and suddenly waved her palm print on the sky spirit cover. He only heard a "pounce", his brain exploded and he died on the spot. Fortunately, she is not completely dead, leaving the spiritual realm, there is always a glimmer of hope in the future.
After the female cultivator committed suicide, the man stared at Zhang Jun and Hou Beiyuan, and asked in a cold voice, "Who of you fights back? Come out!"
This person spoke arrogantly, as if the emperor was preaching ministers, obviously not focusing on Zhang Jun and Beiyuanhou. Zhang Jun squinted slightly. He even dared to confront Da Sima. What kind of thing is this kid in front of him? He sneered and said, "Whose dog is not fastened and ran out to bite people, do you recognize Beiyuan?"
Beiyuan's face turned pale instantly, and he said to the ancestors, the more you are afraid of what you are, do you know the origin of the identity of this evil star? He just grimaced, afraid to answer Zhang Jun's question.
The other party’s face became more gloomy. He stared at Zhang Jun and said every word: "Very good, you succeeded in angering me. I will make you unable to survive, but to die. I want your family, your friends, Your relatives, your pride and reliance are all gone! I, poisonous god, do what I say!"
At this time, the camp was lifted again, and a gray-faced young man came out, it was Zhongyonghou. Seeing Zhongyonghou, Beiyuan Hou quickly winked at him. The latter shrugged helplessly, with an attitude of helplessness, and whispered in secret: "Let your friends ask for more blessings. I can't protect myself now."
"You offend the poison god?" Beiyuan was desperate.
"He poisoned several of my generals this morning. I just said one thing, and he was reluctant. He just insulted me and seemed to be endless. If you can't say it, I will confess my life today." He sighed, "Who is the master of Poison Dao and the son of the king of the town?"
Seeing that the other party is so vicious, that a disagreement will destroy the whole family. No matter how good the temper is, Zhang Jun will be angry. He calmly asked, "Who are you?"
The poison Hou looked at Zhang Jun as if looking down on an ant, and said proudly: "The nine kings of the town, the poison Hou Ren Xiaoying!"
"Your name is as disgusting as your looks." Zhang Jun said, "Fortunately, we already know your name and we can be friends."
When the words fell, he suddenly raised his palm and pressed it, Ren Xiaowan felt the space around him change, and the next moment he was forced to enter the puppet world. It was quiet all around, only a black-robed boy staring at him maliciously. Ren Xiaoying furiously said: "Who are you? Where is this?"
The young man is a little demon, he said nothing, his roots fell down and plunged into the opponent's body. Ren Xiaoying was shocked, and instantly released three thousand poisonous gases, but he couldn't do anything to the little demon at all. Instead, he smiled: "Your poison is not bad, but it is a delicious seasoning, and you are the food."
Ren Xiaowan was terrified and screamed: "Don't kill me, I am the son of the town king, the town king will not let you go!"
"The king of the town is a shit. My master will be a character who proves Da Luo in the future. Even Emperor Xia is not worthy of being compared with him. The king of the town is a root hair? But you really know how to live and die. If you actually want to threaten him, isn’t it just looking for death? Alright, don’t be afraid, I just made you a puppet, you just exist in another state of life, and you live longer."
"No! I'm wrong, you beg your host for me, let me go, I will no longer threaten him, I will give him benefits!" Ren Xiaofan felt that his roots were eroding his spiritual realm, and his face was suddenly scared. As pale as paper, the survival instinct began to whine desperately.
"Do you have a good thing? Don't worry, when you become a puppet, you will hand it over." Xiao Moyin smiled. When the words fell, the roots stab sharply, and the king's body stiffened, motionless, and completely turned into a puppet.
It was said that after Zhang Jun took Ren Xiaowan away with his force, his followers were all frightened, but at the same time they showed a relaxed expression on their faces. Zhang Jun glanced at them lightly and said: "Don't worry, I'm just making friends with your son, he will be back soon, you can wait outside."
Zhongyonghou finally reacted. He understood that the character in front of him was definitely more ruthless than Ren Xiaofan’s bastard, and he must not be offended. He hurriedly bowed to invite someone to the account and said, "Xiaohou Wang Guangxia, welcome Lord Hou!"
Zhang Jun smiled "hehe" and said, "I and Beiyuan are good friends, and his friends are my friends. Brother Wang doesn't need to be polite."
Wang Guangxia was overjoyed and hurriedly invited Zhang Jun to sit down, and then lowered her voice and asked, "Yunhou, where did Ren Xiaoying get? He is the son of the king of the town. You must be reported. You must be careful."
"It's okay, I just asked him to go to a place to rest and rest soon, and come back soon." Naturally, he couldn't tell others that he had just made a generation of gods soldiers into puppets, and that would surely explode in the Western Front.
Wang Guangxia breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It's so best, I'm afraid Yunhou will kill someone in anger."
Zhang Jun stopped talking about the matter, saying: "I heard Beiyuan said that your army has a very good tactics. Last time you saved his life on the battlefield."
Hearing this, Wang Guangxia suddenly came to the spirit and said: "The magic army has chariots. This is their advantage, but it is also inconvenient to move. At the same time, we also have the advantage and the troops move flexibly. As long as we take advantage of our advantage and the opponent’s Shortcomings, we still have a chance to win in local battles."
Zhang Jun nodded, thinking that the soldier in front of him was quite accomplished in war tactics, and asked him: "Brother Wang thought, in the long run, can Daxia have an advantage?"
Speaking of this section, Wang Guangxia's expression became heavy: "To be honest, in my opinion, Daxia may be able to maintain balance in the next one or two years. After a year or two, the demon army will definitely carry out a major counterattack, and may even enter the Daxia. Xia native."
Zhang Jun was surprised: "Why does Brother Wang make such a judgment?"
Wang Guangxia brought a military map. The map was a magic weapon that could be zoomed and zoomed freely. The map showed nearly one-third of Daze. He pointed to a dozen small dots in the area, with a solemn expression: "Look at Yunhou, these dots represent the large and small tribes of the demons."
Zhang Jun nodded: "There are a lot of demons. Fortunately, they are not fighting side by side. Otherwise, the enemy Daxia faces will be ten times stronger."
"This is what Xiaohou is worried about!" Wang Guangxia said, "Yunhou didn't know anything. Two years ago, the number of demons in this area was three times as many as now!"
What a clever person Zhang Jun is, he immediately understood. He sighed, and said: "It must be within the Demon Race, because of the pressure of Daxia, it has begun to merge. The number of tribes has been reduced so much, I am afraid to use Soon, the demons will merge into several, or even one tribe. By then, Daxia’s enemies will be much stronger than they are now."
Wang Guangxia nodded: "Yunhou sees the key. This is exactly what I worry about. In addition, there is another thing that is not good for my Daxia."
"Oh? What's the reason?" Beiyuan Hou also came and asked quickly.
Wang Guangxia pointed to the map. The other two-thirds of the area was not marked: "There are signs that this place is living with a race as powerful as the demons. They have been sitting on the mountain watching the tigers fight. Enemy, I think they will do it."
Hou Beiyuan nodded: "I've heard about this, but Daxia hasn't obtained reliable information and doesn't know what race lives there."
Zhang Jun asked strangely: "I don't know what species is living? Can't you send one or two princes to explore?"
Hearing what Zhang Jun said, Wang Guangxia shook his head repeatedly: "Why didn't you send it? There were a dozen batches before and after, and the total number is more than 30. But those princes never go back, live without people, or die. It must be more ill-fated."
Zhang Jun was curious now, how terrible the area is, even the powerful princes have no return!
"There is one more important point." Wang Guangxia swept around, her voice was low, "Our Daxia military system is not suitable at all."
Zhang Jun and Beiyuan Hou both understood what he said. The Daxia army was led by princes, and they did not belong to each other and fought each other. In fact, it was not much different from the tribal form of the demon army. Under such circumstances, Daxia couldn't concentrate his strongest forces to destroy the enemy. What's even more frightening is that there may be infighting between different princes. You shame me, and I shame you, consuming a lot of resources and energy.
When Wang Guangxia said this, she shook her head: "Everyone knows all these things in their hearts, but I just leave them alone."
Zhang Jun nodded and said, "I'm new here, a lot of supporters."
"Where and where, Yunhou's methods are extraordinary, we are far from comparable." Wang Guangxia said quickly, "but if Yunhou is useful to Xiaohou, just speak up."
Zhang Jun was not polite to him, and said, "Okay, take out your best wine first."
Wang Guangxia was taken aback for a moment, then laughed. The three of them drank and talked about state affairs, and it was noon without knowing it. Those Ren Xiaofan's subordinates all left one after another, because the living Ren Xiaofan had already returned to the camp, so they naturally didn't need to stay.
After three rounds of drinking, everyone suddenly felt that the mountains were shaking, and bursts of strong murderous aura came from the west. The expressions of the three of them changed in shock, and Wang Guangxia said: "No! The magic army is always attacking! We are about to prepare ~EbookFREE.me~ The first book of Wang Novel-4111+539769-->