Following the orders given by the two purple guards, the black-clad men of the Xuanyin Division pressed forward step by step.
In sharp contrast, the many retainers of the East Palace retreated a step for every step forward taken by the Xuanyin Division.
The Xuanyinsi were the emperor's personal soldiers, and this was a consensus in Wu Zhou. Dong Wang Zhu Minjun had a golden knife in his hand, and he could kill a few Xuanyinsi and explain it by saying that he was in a bad mood. Even if he offended the emperor, he could push a few scapegoats to pay for his life, and after a punishment, the throne would still be his.
The King of the East can do it, but they can't. If they really go head-to-head with the Xuanyin Division in broad daylight, no matter who they win or lose, they will lose their lives.
The crowd kept retreating, showing signs of defeat.
Seeing this, Zhu Minjun became quite anxious. The golden sword can kill tyrants above and corrupt officials below. Just listen to this saying. Not to mention the first half of the sentence is just fun, he dare not say the second half.
The golden sword bestowed by the emperor was fine for scaring a rookie who had never seen the world, but if he really met a stubborn person who stretched his neck out, he could only praise his courage, invite the person to dinner on the grounds that there was no acquaintance without fighting, and take the opportunity to make friends with him.
This is the way to settle down and make a living.
The emperors of the Wu Zhou Dynasty reduced the power of the princes several times, but the Palace of the Eastern Prince stood firm for eight hundred years, not for any other reason, but because it achieved two points to the extreme.
Such a coward.
Can lick.
The family's power was firmly entrenched in Dongwang County, never leaving, never expanding outward, and never making enemies with other officials. Every New Year, mighty soldiers led the way, and several large carts sent rare treasures to the capital, and visited the great-grandfathers of the clan one by one.
If these two points are achieved, no matter how the people are bullied, the officials in the surrounding counties will just turn a blind eye and will not report it to the capital.
The higher-ups have not received any reports, so even if they have heard something from others, they will turn a blind eye.
So, it’s fine to let Zhu Minjun yell a few times, but if he really wants to do something tough…
impossible!
As early as the time of reducing the power of the feudal lords, the backbone of the Dong Wangfu lineage was broken, and psychologically and physiologically they could not stand up straight.
Zhu Minjun secretly groaned, a head-on confrontation was impossible and would only lead to a dead end.
But I didn't resist and let the other party search...
This is no different from suicide.
Neither being hard nor being soft works, what should I do
Seeing Lu Bei and Hu San acting fearless, one eagerly waiting for the house to be confiscated, and the other secretly waiting to suppress the rebel, Zhu Minjun became even more annoyed.
If I had known that the two newly appointed Purple Guards would be so bold and reckless, I should have sent the money over earlier. Now, they want both the military merit and the silver notes.
After retreating several steps, Zhu Minjun saw that his generals were on the verge of collapse. He knew that it was a critical moment for their survival. If he retreated another step, he would be doomed.
He stood still with the knife in hand and looked at his brother anxiously.
Among the three smartest men, the county governor and the county supervisor looked panicked, and the county lieutenant had a bitter look on his face. It had been such a long time since they had seen the soldiers under his command, and they were afraid that they had all bravely surrendered to the enemy.
It doesn’t matter if your own people are unreliable, there are still outsiders.
Zhu Minjun looked at the people in the Academy of Strange Scholars. They were all gangsters and were on the wanted list. He kept them at home, feeding them well and serving them well, just for the purpose of using them today.
By now, Zhu Minjun had realized that a head-on confrontation with the emperor's personal guards would only lead to him falling into Lu Bei and Hu San's trap. Allowing the search to continue would only lead to frame-ups.
The impasse can only be broken by an outsider. First, he has to drive away the two purple guards with ill intentions, then rush to the capital to cry and ask the grandfathers of the clan to support him.
At that time, the outsiders will be thrown out to report to the emperor, the emperor will save his face, and everything will be peaceful.
This is a sure thing!
After receiving Zhu Minjun's gaze, several monks from the Academy of Strange Scholars were a little hesitant.
It's not that he's afraid of trouble. He's already a fugitive on the list, with a price on his head. With Zhu Minjun supporting him, he doesn't have to hide around. Now is the time to show his own value.
The hesitation was because Lu Bei and Hu San both had great perfection in the Xiantian realm, and if they rushed forward rashly, they would most likely be defeated.
Several of them were very confident about their abilities, and at the same time they looked at the one with the highest level of cultivation in the Academy of Strange Scholars - the Flying Centipede.
The flying centipede was dressed in a black robe, getting everyone's gazes for advice, he snorted coldly and stepped forward, the strange men seeing this, followed with a smile on their faces.
The only person left there was a confused pretty boy.
Pretty boy: “…”
He was not a cultivator from the Academy of Strange Scholars, but just wanted to ask for directions and seek help from the local leader of Dongwang County, Long Zhu Family, to find someone.
"The two Purple Guards, flee quickly. These distinguished guests have been staying in my palace for several days. Their cultivation is extremely high and I cannot refuse them. The cultivator leading them has even reached the Spirit Transformation Realm. If you don't flee now, your lives will be in danger." Zhu Minjun felt relieved when an outsider took action and gave a kind reminder.
"The Divine Transformation Realm..."
"Hey, you commentator, please come out and explain, what is the level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm?"
"From level 80 to level 99, this stage is considered as the transformation of the spirit, and it is the best among the masters in Wu Zhou."
“How terrible!”
"That's fine. Our principal starts at 100+. Beating him is like Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai."
"What do you mean, butt cracked?"
"It's one willing to fight and the other willing to be beaten, but you don't even know this. Did you skip classes during the nine years of compulsory education?"
"… "
The players gathered together and chattered, thinking that the principal would support them even if the sky fell. They just slacked off to gain experience and were not panicked at all.
Fox Three was not panicked when facing a group of strange men. He was just a spirit. If anyone wanted to touch him, they had to ask his second brother's opinion first.
Lu Bei was no longer panicked. Compared to a rookie of the same level, he had an absolute advantage in realm. He lowered his head and thought about how to play more coolly and which posture was the most handsome.
If the information is correct, there must be players recording videos or even live streaming. This is related to image, so they have to pretend even if they don't want to.
"My two Purple Guards, do you want to go away on your own, or do you want me to help you leave smoothly?"
The flying centipede made a hoarse sound and waited for three or five breaths. Seeing Fox San looking up at the sky and Lu Bei lowering his head in a daze, he snorted coldly and raised his hand to press towards the two of them.
In an instant, the violent storm was like a flood that burst open, with a few wind blades as thin as hair hidden in it, like the roar of a tiger, rumbling towards the two of them.
Lu Bei rode on horseback, unmoved by the head-on attack.
In the back, in the Xuanyinsi camp, a sturdy man in silver guard uniform jumped out.
He has an ordinary appearance, with very thick eyebrows. On his round head are tattoos of the Four Symbols and Four Spirits: the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Black Tortoise, all crowded together.
Zhiyuan!
He took a step forward, stood in front of the tall horse, and threw out an ordinary straight punch, which broke the violent waves with a bang.
The hair-like wind blade bounced off and cut the bricks and stones of the training ground after landing, leaving an imperceptible gap.
The attack was easily defeated, but the Flying Centipede didn't take it seriously. It was just a tentative attack, and he hadn't used his full strength yet. When he saw Zhiyuan's figure and appearance clearly, his heart trembled violently.
This monk looks familiar, as if I have seen him somewhere.
The most bizarre thing is that a mere Silver Guard, a vanguard at the bottom of the Xuanyin Division, has a realm of cultivation that he cannot fathom.
There's something strange!
"That bald guy sweeping the floor, kill all of them except the flying centipede. Be quick. This is the East Palace. It will soon be public property. If you damage a brick or a stone, you won't be able to compensate even if you sell them." Lu Bei raised his eyes and said in a calm tone, then continued to lower his head in a deep voice.
To be honest, although he has a talent for cultivation, he only has a little inspiration in pretending to be cool.
It's being installed and has already started.
boom!!
Zhiyuan disappeared, leaving two footprints on the spot. When he appeared again, he had already arrived in front of Zhu Minjun.
Looking into those ruthless eyes, Zhu Minjun was terrified and felt boundless pressure coming upon him. He was facing a cold and emotionless corpse.
He staggered back a few steps, and the golden knife in his hand fell. The crisp sound scared him, and his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.
Not until this time did several monks from the Qishi Mansion fall down half a beat later, each with a sunken fist mark on his chest, spitting out blood, and breathing in more than out.
The Buddhist cultivators in the Lianxu realm used their physical bodies to beat the cultivators in the Xiantian realm one by one, basically one by one punch. It was the rhythm of seeing them again in the next life. The reason why a few of them did not die for the time being was purely due to the environment.
Wild monster resources in Wu Zhou are scarce, and the innate realm is just right. Instead of clearing them all at once, it is better to keep them in the basement to lure players.
The flying centipede was then hit by a punch, leaving a dent on its chest and spitting out blood. However, its vitality was strong in the Spirit Transformation Realm, and it shook its body twice before it managed to survive.
He recalled Zhiyuan's identity and said in horror: "I remember now, you are the evil monk Zhiyuan, the old monk who is at the top of the wanted list."
Zhiyuan turned around expressionlessly and stared at the flying centipede, which made his whole body go hairy, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Why, Zhiyuan, you have already reached the realm of refining emptiness, a level one immortal on earth, why do you want to be a dog for the Xuanyin Division?" The Flying Centipede spoke quickly, gritting his teeth with anger, as if his idol had been shattered.
Of course, it may also be that he finds out that the end of being a bad guy is to be recruited like a dog, and he is very dissatisfied.
"Lord Lu's magical powers are amazing. Zhiyuan was enlightened by him and was convinced. As for the immortals on land and the dogs..."
Zhiyuan clasped his hands together and said hoarsely, "People live in this world with only a skin. Fame and status are all false. Whether you are a god or a dog, it's just a title. I don't care. Why are you angry? You are obsessed with appearances."
“I don’t believe it!!”
The Flying Centipede was furious. After being reminded by Zhiyuan, he suddenly thought of Lu Ziwei, who was only at the Xiantian Realm. His eyes were red as he said, "Yes, he is a small cultivator at the Xiantian Realm. How can he be qualified to be your master? There must be other reasons why you are at his mercy."
After saying that, the flying centipede turned around and rushed towards Lu Bei. Halfway through, its skinny body swelled into a three-meter-tall, half-human, half-wolf monster.
Fangs roared in the storm, claws tore at the hurricane, and a sprint came...
It didn't work.
Lu Bei raised his eyes to look at the flying centipede that had transformed into a half-demon. His golden eagle eyes exuded boundless majesty, and his magical power, 'divine might', struck down the flying centipede with dimensionality reduction, and with the oppressive force of the top of the food chain, it fiercely hit the heart of the flying centipede.
[Divine Power Level (fixed level)]
Suppression from the top of the food chain, those with inferior bloodline, once judged, will have all attributes weakened by 50% regardless of realm level
Looking into the eagle eyes, the flying centipede was terrified, its limbs became weak, and with a wail, its demon body dissipated, and it slid in front of the tall horse on its knees.
“Why, you also want to be a dog of this Purple Guard?” Lu Bei looked down from above, casting a large shadow.
The flying centipede was in the dark and could only see a pair of golden eyes. His teeth were chattering and an inexplicable fear was lingering around him.
"You, you...what?"