Qin Zhizhen’s style is always calm and resolute, direct and decisive.

His reply was immediate:

“Coming now.”

He did indeed come very quickly.

The legendary Yanluo Hall spans the void and the boundary of the present world, reconstructing the rules of the Wei River. Within the hall, projections of ghost gods are vaguely visible, all eager to break through and emerge. Ghost Meng Po, God Judge, Black and White Impermanence… each is a formidable Yin God, with even the potential to reach Jin Zhen.

The strongest, of course, is still Qin Zhizhen himself.

He steps directly out of the grand hall, walking out of the void. His divine soul is unclothed, but he wears a coronet and robe. He manifests the honored body of the Yanluo Heavenly Son, holding a horizontal and vertical knife, and bearing an iron wall shield. His aura shakes heaven and earth.

His Dao body is towering, seeking to support the sky. His breath is majestic, suppressing the vast wilderness. Yin clouds cover the sunlight across the sky, and the bright universe is flipped by a single palm. His breath, without reservation, even pushes the Wei River down several feet!

He leaves just as quickly.

The Yanluo coronet and robe turn into beggar’s clothes, his hair is wet and dripping, still carrying a bit of river mud.

He strides grandly out of the void, and then limps back into the void. From beginning to end, not a sound is uttered. Truly a tough man.

Jiang Zhenren stands alone in the air, pressing his sword and gazing into the distance, feeling no particular exhilaration – not because Qin Zhizhen isn’t strong enough, but his current state of mind is not really able to enjoy the thrill of battle itself.

But this vast sky and broad earth, with the swiftly flowing Wei River, truly make for a crisp autumn day.

A hundred generations of life, ten thousand years of the world, are all but a blink of an eye.

How can one waste good times?

Jiang Wang has never been a person willing to waste time. He straightens his clothes and hat, leans over the great river, uses the wind as a desk, sits on clouds as a seat, spreads out a sheet of letter paper, and carefully thinks for a moment. He lifts his pen and writes:

“At the end of September, strolls the Wei River, meets a friend, talks very happily.”

“After talking, wanders alone again.”

“I am also an idle person, leisurely walking by the great river.”

“Water clear like a mirror, water turbid like mud, clear sky with clouds, as if heaven desires rain. Qing Rain, Qing Rain, when on the clouds?”

The Tai Xu Huan Jing is convenient.

The letter quickly transmits back:

“Speak human words.”

Jiang Wang lifts his pen and writes: “Recently I have no free time, just came out for a stroll.”

Ye Qingyu replies: “Last time I told you, because my killing method cultivation is not very good, I can only be forced to take over my family’s business and protect my Dao with external methods – these days I am in a certain country, communicating with their great priest about the Tianma trade route… We, the Jiang Zhenren who must cultivate body methods, actually have leisure now?”

Jiang Wang subconsciously glances at the Yan Fu Jian Yu that is automatically operating in his hand, casually tosses it aside, and replies with a touch of guilt: “Just chatting, it doesn’t delay anything.”

Ye Qingyu replies: “If you are in the Yu Yuan, then don’t write to me. Wait until you exit safely. Although the road is long, we have plenty of time.”

Jiang Wang writes: “No, I’m still in the Wei River. I’m very careful.”

Ye Qingyu’s handwriting is elegant, misty with immortal air, but the content of her words lacks any otherworldly demeanor. It is as if she is smiling, full of profound meaning: “Lingering at Wu Guan and not passing, this is not Jiang Zhenren’s true character. Do you have important matters on your mind?”

Jiang Wang can almost see her smiling-but-not-smiling appearance. She just turns her head and looks over, her eyes containing wandering clouds, distant mountains, and him, Jiang Wang.

Wu Guan, Wu Guan, life hesitates at this point.

No wonder people are not brave.

Jiang Wang looks at the distant majestic pass and writes a letter asking: “Qingyu, why are you always unhurried and unhurried?”

Ye Qingyu replies: “Because I am walking a long road. If I burn out too early, I fear I won’t reach the endpoint.”

Jiang Wang pauses for a while, then continues to write: “Isn’t it a coincidence? This time in the Southern Domain, I encountered a strange thing – wait a moment, I will write down the cause and effect in detail for you.”

Ye Qingyu’s letter, however, replies very quickly: “Let’s talk about strange things later. How about we chat about something serious now?”

Jiang Wang stops the pen he is writing with, feeling an unspeakable unease, and a kind of relief that he has finally waited for judgment. He wipes off the carefully written words that were inevitably affected, and the tip of his pen writes very gently: “Okay, you speak.”

Ye Qingyu’s letter immediately transmits back – “Mister Jiang, please describe in detail the advantages and disadvantages of the Ling Xiao Jian Jing and the Tian He Jian Shu. Try to analyze the conflict problem between the Yun Zhuan divine ability and imitating Tian Yin Thunder. This problem has troubled me for a long time.”

Jiang Wang is stunned for a moment, but he has already subconsciously picked up the pen. He doesn’t need to think at all, writing a long essay freely. As he writes, a smile inexplicably rises.

Finally, he looks up from the densely written long scroll. He sees the water and sky of the same color, the shadow of flying wild geese, everything free and peaceful.

He finally sees the autumn scenery of the Wei River.

The Yu Yuan Great Wall, thousands of li long and towering into the clouds, can be called a great wonder of the present world.

It almost represents the mobilization limit of a contemporary hegemonic country, a truly unimaginable spectacle.

Standing on the Yu Yuan Great Wall and looking down, mountains are like mud pellets, rivers are like thin belts, and human figures are invisible.

That is, Wang Yiwu has a pair of sharp and bright eyes, which can clearly see that team of Shura clan scouting cavalry –

They are riding blood-patterned rhinoceroses with bone armor, and behind them are planted blood soul battle flags with legion emblems drawn on them. They gallop freely across the vast land.

The resentment of the ancient hundred races, still unable to dissipate after a long time, gives them long-term fighting power.

The construction of the Yu Yuan Great Wall is a great liberation of military power for Qin Country and Li Country, but for the Shura clan, it is a heavy blow to the throat.

Throughout the entire construction process, the Shura clan’s attacks never stopped. Even to this day, the trend of becoming more intense continues.

Now gathered in front of the Yu Yuan Great Wall are a full ten Shura kings!

They each lead a strong army and constantly impact the guarding army along the thousands of li long Great Wall defense line, constantly destroying the integrity of the Yu Yuan Great Wall.

When Qin Country first started building the Great Wall, they completely disregarded sacrifices, almost filling the territory with flesh and blood. Sometimes, there was a great war at the front, and construction was going on at the rear. When the Shura clan attacked, the array masters would lead, and the civilian workers carrying tile knives would just go up.

At this stage, however, there are completely no plans for hard confrontation. Instead, they choose to rely on the Yu Yuan Great Wall to hold firm.

There is such a consensus between Qin and Li – as long as they withstand this period of the Shura clan’s crazy attacks, they will have plenty of years to make them pay back later.

It is not that the human race lacks the courage to consume, but after the Yu Yuan Great Wall is built, there is no longer any need for consumption.

Or perhaps the consumption in the Yu Yuan is still continuing, but it is no longer offsetting the Shura with human lives, but with the flesh and blood of the Shura, offsetting high walls and thick walls, strong bows and powerful crossbows.

Wang Yiwu’s posture is truly straight. He is even more regular than the stone bricks of the Yu Yuan Great Wall, standing there like a spear, naturally a model soldier.

In comparison, Chong Xuan Zun, who is leaning on the battlement, is really casual.

A body of dust-free white clothes is particularly conspicuous in this gray-black battlefield.

The hand he is resting on the inner wall is carrying a jar of wine. He lazily looks up at the edge of the sky – sweeping past the tip of Wang Yiwu’s helmet, his line of sight just aligns with that giant eagle traversing the sky.

The Shura king named “Huang Ye Yu” is precisely the strong one sitting on the back of the giant eagle. These days he is increasingly reckless, often flying over the Yu Yuan Great Wall to observe the human race’s rear.

“Has that senior brother of yours not received some stimulation recently?” Chong Xuan Zun takes a gulp of wine: “I see he is really desperate.”

After Chong Xuan Zun’s words fall, that figure in white robe and silver armor appears in Wang Yiwu’s vision.

That person holds a long spear upside down, walking past among that team of Shura clan scouting cavalry. The snow-white spear tip draws a vivid blood line on the desolate earth, undulating and winding all the way.

Wang Yiwu looks at the distant scenery without turning back: “After the Yu Yuan trial ends this time, he will challenge Li Yi.”

Chong Xuan Zun’s hand holding the wine jar pauses for a while, but he doesn’t say anything.

For someone like Ji Zhao Nan, this is really a matter of course.

Initially at the Huang He Hui Meng, Li Yi suddenly appeared with the posture of breaking cultivation records, pressing down on the strongest under thirty years old from various countries, leaving no one with any distinction.

Ji Zhao Nan, Ye Lan Er, Murong Long Ji, Cang Ming, Huang Bu Dong, which one is not a contemporary heavenly proud son? Which one is not the undisputed “most genius” of several hegemonic countries in the Dao Calendar three nine one nine years?

Zhang Xun from Dan Country and Chen Si Wu from Song Country, who also obtained the unlimited field main match quota, also came with the determination to make a name in one battle, putting in far more effort than ordinary people, in order to be able to walk on the Guan Jiang Tai and verify their own strength.

But these people did not appear.

The main match ended without a single match being played.

Li Yi boasted of one sword against all, one sword to decide victory or defeat, but no one could take it.

This is the origin of “Tian Xia Li Yi”. His sword was not unsheathed, yet he was already the absolute protagonist.

Jiang Wang walked through the most difficult champion road, won the most wonderful victory, and then had the qualification to be mentioned together with him.

But at that time, were those heavenly proud sons truly suppressed?

At that time, there were sounds of swords unsheathing.

At that time, Ji Zhao Nan once said that he disdained to bully the few with the many, and he could not overlook the Zhan Dong Zhen from the perspective of a god, but when he ascended to Dong Zhen, he would challenge Li Yi and continue the unfinished war on the Guan Jiang Tai.

These words were actually not taken seriously.

Who in the world doesn’t say a few superficial words?

Li Yi is the first real person under thirty in the history of the human race. He is destined to be a figure engraved on the cultivation monument.

Anyone who avoids him can be understood and sympathized with.

But the person who said those words at that time was Ji Zhao Nan.

Proud and solitary Ji Zhao Nan. The words he himself said, he would absolutely not swallow back.

So he really wants to challenge Li Yi.

This is a challenge where life and death are not counted. From the Huang He Hui Meng until now, he has already prepared for eight years.

He came to the Yu Yuan precisely to do the final preparations!

Perhaps in the eyes of many people, this is a challenge that must be lost, even must die – Ji Zhao Nan is too far behind, and Li Yi has no reason to hold back at all.

Perhaps many people also cannot understand, was a sentence of boasting eight years ago really that important? Is it worth Ji Zhao Nan delivering himself like this? He just with great difficulty proved himself a real person, has infinite bright future, just so put down everything, run to fight desperately with people, really cannot see what meaning.

But those who cannot understand definitely do not include Chong Xuan Zun.

Because this is also the choice he would make.

“What are you chatting about?”

With a sweep of his white robe like a flying cloud, Ji Zhao Nan has already landed on the city wall.

This question seems to be addressed to two people simultaneously, but he stands precisely between Wang Yiwu and Chong Xuan Zun, facing Wang Yiwu and with his back to Chong Xuan Zun.

Chong Xuan Zun also just turns his head, looking towards the vast distance outside the Great Wall.

These two all-white guys seem afraid of being confused, having a clear dividing line.

“We were chatting about their Gan Ge Army’s new military formation,” Wang Yiwu says seriously: “General Wang Zhao is really very good at training soldiers. Just now, during that round of offense, he used war instead of training, clearly testing a new war method. The casualties of the new soldiers were very few, and they matured very quickly.”

Generally, the world’s strong armies basically have large reserve armies in order to fill the ranks at any time.

To use the words of the Jiu Gui Hou that year – “People can die out, flags cannot be folded.”

Because every strong army in the world is the pillar of the nation, and also the root of the generals’ honor and disgrace. If they cannot maintain the strongest combat power, the flag will be disbanded.

So the ability to train soldiers on the battlefield is very important.

Commanders like Wang Zhao have extremely deep foundations under their strong armies. In high-intensity wars, they can often go to the end.

Ji Zhao Nan, of course, knows military affairs. He also cannot deny Chong Xuan Zun’s military ability, so he only praises: “Little General Wang has a heart!”

As a soldier of Great Qi, Wang Yiwu never slackened in his research on Shura armies, and he certainly did not miss his observation of the strong armies of Qin and Li.

He looks at Ji Zhao Nan: “Senior Brother Ji is still going out hunting tonight?”

Although the human race is generally on the defensive, it doesn’t mean they just stand on the city wall and don’t move. Occasionally, they also open the gate and charge, either for training or to disrupt the Shura’s deployments.

Like Ji Zhao Nan, Chong Xuan Zun, and Wang Yiwu, they more often fly down the Great Wall, wander alone, and chase the traces of Shura powerhouses everywhere. They call it “going out hunting”.

The Ni Jing is sealed, so there is a situation where a group of Qi heavenly proud sons have run to the Yu Yuan for training.

This is naturally also something to be proud of – our Great Qi Empire won the victory on the sea border. We can free up manpower to wander everywhere. How can this not be the prestige of the Eastern Country?

“What are you hunting for again?”

Huang Bu Dong walks over from a distance, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his neck shrunk, slightly bowed back, and shivering. He says weakly: “I say, can you all rest for a few days? I haven’t slept in for a long time.”

He really can’t play with these people. Every one of them is too fond of playing with their lives. They go out hunting early, they go out hunting at noon, they go out hunting in the evening. Let’s not talk about “resting one day in three, bathing once in five days”, how about resting one day in ten?

This group of bastards don’t even blink. If they are not killing, they are on the way to killing.

As a Qin Country heavenly proud son, on Qin Country’s territory, he cannot but follow and weaken the prestige of the Great Qin warriors… He really hates these people to death.

Ji Zhao Nan looks at Huang Bu Dong: “Winter hasn’t arrived yet, and you’re already wearing mink.”

Huang Bu Dong takes advantage of the situation to lean on the battlement and says listlessly: “It’s not two days until the beginning of winter, I just flipped it out and put it on. Saves the trouble of finding it later.”

Ji Zhao Nan asks: “Where is Qin Zhizhen?”

Qin Country doesn’t have all lazybones. Like Qin Zhizhen, Gan Chang’an, Wei Yu, they are all very active in going out hunting.

Especially Qin Zhizhen, no matter who goes out hunting, no matter when he is called, he will follow without a word of nonsense. He can be called the first person in Qin Country in terms of attendance.

Huang Bu Dong shivers and shakes his head: “I don’t know, he received a letter and suddenly left, saying he would be back soon – but he’s been gone for quite a while.”

He turns his head and looks at Chong Xuan Zun: “Is it something related to your Tai Xu Ge?”

Chong Xuan Zun moves his gaze back from the vast area outside the pass, shakes the wine jar in his hand, listens slightly to the sound, and smiles faintly: “It’s not time for the meeting yet.”

“Don’t your Tai Xu Ge usually have sudden events?” Gan Chang’an shifts along the battlement, his sleeve hiding a knife, suddenly near and far.

“It’s quite rare,” Chong Xuan Zun says faintly: “There aren’t many things in this world that they themselves cannot handle.”

Ji Zhao Nan gazes at the distant giant eagle: “Huang Ye Yu is getting increasingly arrogant recently. Isn’t Zhen Hou planning to teach him a lesson?”

“Let us young people handle the things of young people,” Wei Yu comes with a sword at this moment and smiles: “When I passed by, I heard them arguing in their military camp, saying which heavenly proud son had the most prestige.”

Huang Bu Dong is still cupping his hands in his sleeves, but his shrunken neck is pulled out.

Ji Zhao Nan takes out a piece of white cloth and gently wipes the edge of his spear.

Chong Xuan Zun calmly takes a mouthful of wine. But suddenly his sword eyebrows raise, and he turns his head to look towards the other side of the Yu Yuan Great Wall.

“What is that?” Wang Yiwu asks.

They all turn their heads, and indeed see a green rainbow in the distance, hanging in the air and coming. It is like a bridge from the distant past, spanning time and connecting to the present.

“Scatter, scatter.”

This group of people who had just gathered scattered in an instant.

Thanks to book friend “Jiang Long Dao Shi” for becoming the alliance master of this book! This is the 718th alliance for Chi Xin Xun Tian!