My uncles are all big guys

Chapter 376 Zhao Gongming visits Zhou camp at night

In the evening, a grand requiem ceremony was held, and the bodies of the dead were returned to Xiqi for burial in a specially prepared cemetery.

Wang Xiao asked the Xiqi generals to go back and rest first, citing the loss of the general and his bad mood.

"Master, are you okay?"

Xiaohu came in with a bowl of soup and saw Wang Xiao sitting on a chair with his hands, feet and forehead closed, eyes closed and meditative.

Putting the soup aside, he asked quietly.

Wang Xiao looked up at him, picked up the soup and took a sip.

"Is everything okay?"

Although there was no explanation, Xiaohu understood what it meant.

"I took a walk, no problem."

He Xiaohu needs talent but not talent, qualifications but not qualifications, magic weapon but not magic weapon. His current status, being brothers with many legendary immortals and gods, and having strength that he could not even imagine before, all of this was given by Wang Xiao .

He was just the lowest level tiger demon. He seemed very majestic at the time, but compared to the many worlds he had experienced, even Xiao Zuanfeng couldn't beat him.

We don’t know how many roads there will be in the future, and we don’t know how dangerous the future will be.

"Of course, if you don't plan to continue with me, it's not impossible to be a happy god here."

"Fellow Taoists, it was Zhao's fault that Taoist Master Shitianjun died today. If I had come earlier, I'm afraid such a tragedy would not have happened."

Xiaohu shook his head without hesitation.

But Xiaohu firmly believes that as long as he continues to move forward with his master, his achievements will surpass all tigers, including the mythical white tiger.

Wang Xiao rolled his eyes and said angrily: "If I didn't know Master Yuan, I would have asked him to borrow the Pangu Flag. You think the Four Swords of Zhu Xian are just a joke, but those things are really useful." If one person loses his life, even this dead tiger will be on the list.”

In a large camp of the Shang Army, Zhao Gongming had a sad face and took the initiative to bear the blame for the fall of Lord Shitian.

Wang Xiao nodded, raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The southern flaming flag flew out from Xiaohu's body, protecting the entire tent from prying eyes.

"Go ahead and come back as soon as possible. If you can't borrow the Tai Chi diagram, don't be too pushy."

"Okay, I'll go to Daluotian, but master, you have to write me a certificate, otherwise the master will think that I am using your name to defraud the magic weapon."

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"I don't have any valuable treasures on hand, and I can't leave here. You go to Daluotian, find my senior brother, and tell him that I need the help of magic weapons. The more powerful the better, if you can bring Master It would be better to borrow the Tai Chi diagram.”

Xiaohu twitched the corner of his mouth. His master thought too highly of him. He wanted to force it, but the problem was that he also had to have the ability.

Be a happy god.

Wang Xiao nodded, did not talk about this topic again, and said to Xiaohu: "The next battle is no longer the most basic fighting method, but a competition of magic weapons."

Wang Xiao nodded and handed the letter he had prepared long ago to Xiaohu.

Naturally, Xiaohu didn't dare to answer this, so he could only whisper: "Someone will eventually be on the list, whether it's their people, our people, or people from the opposite side."

Wang Xiao finished the soup in the bowl and sighed helplessly: "Sure enough, from ancient times to the present, those in power have dirty hearts."

After hearing this, Xiaohu's boss opened his mouth and felt a little embarrassed: "Master, is it a bit too exaggerated to borrow this Tai Chi diagram?"

"Senior Brother Zhao, this matter is not your fault. It's because the people in Xiqi are too despicable."

"I just wanted to teach them a lesson, but I didn't expect them to kill ten fellow Taoists regardless of their fellow disciples."

"That's right, it's obviously someone from Xiqi who committed an unforgivable mistake. How can we put this crime on Senior Brother Zhao?"

Everyone in Jiejiao stood up and yelled at Xiqi.

"Everyone be quiet for a moment."

Luo Xuan of Fire Dragon Island stood up and asked everyone to keep quiet, and then Zhao Gongming bowed his hands.

"Senior Brother Zhao, we are all very heartbroken by the death of 10 fellow Taoists. We all see the reason. It is definitely not Senior Brother's fault."

Before Zhao Gongming could speak, Luo Xuan said to the crowd: "Now that we are facing a powerful enemy, we should put aside our sorrow and use all our strength to defeat Xiqi and avenge the 10 fellow Taoists and those who have fallen."

"Yes, now is not the time to be sad. I will avenge them."

Many people nodded in agreement and agreed with Luo Xuan's statement. Zhao Gongming also nodded slightly, then looked at the crowd and said, "You have fought against them, so you know what Xiqi's current strength is."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present fell into silence. After a long time, Luo Xuan finally spoke.

"To be honest, senior brother, after a day of observation, I found that Xiqi's power is far beyond our imagination."

"I don't know if there are any quasi-sage masters, but there are definitely more than a dozen masters of Daluo Jinxian."

"More than a dozen!"

The figures spoken by Luo Xuan made Zhao Gongming unable to help but exclaim.

There are several quasi-sage masters in the entire Jiejiao, not to mention Daluo Jinxian.

In terms of number alone, Daluo Jinxian who intercepted the teaching barely reached about ten people.

Da Luo Jinxian is not a cabbage. Not to mention in the current period, even in the ancient times, Da Luo Jinxian was also a rare master.

Zhao Gongming was a little confused, where did Xiqi, a small force, get more than a dozen Daluo Golden Immortals?

"Are you sure there are more than a dozen?"

Zhao Gongming didn't believe it and asked Luo Xuan again.

Luo Xuan nodded helplessly.

Although he didn't want to admit it, it was indeed the case.

Not to mention Zhao Gongming's doubts, when he sensed the opposite aura, his first thought was to doubt whether his perception was wrong.

Looking at the silent crowd, Zhao Gongming touched his chin and said with a heavy expression: "I'm afraid this revenge will not be so easy to avenge."

"Are you just giving up like this?"

Hearing Zhao Gongming's words, everyone's eyes were full of helplessness and indignation.

"Wen Zhong."

Zhao Gongming shouted, and Master Wen who was behind the crowd quickly stood up.

"Uncle Master."

Zhao Gongming looked at him and said: "Hang the war-free card. You are not allowed to start a war with them until I come back."

Although he couldn't understand why he did this, Wen Zhong still nodded and agreed.

After telling everyone to wait patiently, Zhao Gongming left the merchant camp alone.

After walking a certain distance and confirming that no one was around, Zhao Gongming swayed and turned into a colorful butterfly and flew towards Zhou Jun's camp.

He planned to go find out.

He really didn't believe in the dozen or so Daluo Golden Immortals.

In a sect with saints, there are only a dozen Daluo Golden Immortals. How could Wang Xiao have so many Daluo?

He knew more or less the masters from other sects.

Today I met Wang Xiao face to face. Except for some familiar disciples, everyone around him seemed to be very strange.

So he wanted to figure out where these so-called Daluo Jinxian masters came from. In other words, are these masters really Daluo Jinxian, or are they created using special techniques to deliberately fool their people.

Along the way, the first thing Zhao Gongming entered was Wang Xiao's camp.

If you want to find out the origins of those Da Luo Jinxian, Wang Xiao, the lord of Xiqi, is naturally the most suitable target.

Flying into the tent, Zhao Gongming saw at a glance Wang Xiao, who was lying on his side on the brocade couch and already asleep, breathing evenly.

There was no one in the tent except Wang Xiao.

Wang Xiao was sleeping soundly alone, and a bold idea suddenly came to Zhao Gongming's mind.

"Without my lord, I see how you can still fight."

With a decision in his mind, Zhao Gongming appeared, slowly raised his right hand, and a golden bucket appeared in his hand.

(End of this chapter)