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Chapter 127 "So, we won before we even started fighting?!" (Subscribe)
At night, the place where the Liao army stored water was divided into six large tents, all of which were contaminated by Zhou Yi's own poison.

Qiao Feng, who was following behind him, was stunned. He had indeed escaped from Yanmen Pass with a thousand Beggar Gang disciples.

But after thinking about it, it is simply impossible to pull the Liao army into the battlefield!

The only way is to assassinate the commander of the Liao army and then poison him!
Make most of the Liao army lose their combat effectiveness, and mix in a thousand Beggar Gang disciples among them. With a massacre, they will surely be able to pull the 100,000-strong army into the battlefield and complete Han Zailin's instructions.

But now that he had met Zhou Yi, he felt somewhat relieved, thinking that the Liao army was finished this time.

……

"Let's go. The last place where water is stored is also poisoned."

Zhou Yi secretly dragged Qiao Feng towards the central army tent. He wanted to poison him, but he also wanted to kill people.

"Brother, does your blood really work?"

"Of course. The water stored in the six locations of the Liao army can only feed a few thousand people for one meal. My twenty drops of blood are enough to make all these ten thousand people lose their fighting power. Although they won't die, they will be half crippled."

Qiao Feng was still a little confused: "Brother Zhou, are you practicing poison skills?"

"How is that possible, Brother Qiao? I am a banished immortal after all. How could I possibly practice poison skills? I just swallowed the Manggu Red Clam, the king of all poisons, and the thousand-year-old ice silkworm."

Qiao Feng: "..."

With his pupils dilated, Qiao Feng almost shouted out loud. He had only heard of this thing. Not to mention swallowing it, even smelling the odor of this thing would poison him to death.

Brother Zhou is worthy of being Brother Zhou. He is still fine after swallowing these two kings of all poisons.

The name of the exiled immortal is well-deserved!
Arriving at the central army tent, Zhou Yi glanced at Qiao Feng and said, "Brother Qiao, if you can kill Yelu Zhong later, then kill him. If you can't, then leave."

"I have traveled over 500 miles this night, which consumed a lot of energy. There is a master in the tent."

"I will stop the Grandmaster later, and you can kill Yelu Zhongde."

Zhou Yi had not originally planned to take action at night. He planned to go back and recover first. But now that he had met Qiao Feng, he might as well give it a try.

Although he had consumed a lot of energy and only had a few dozen strands of magic power left in his body, it was no problem for him to stop the master.

Qiao Feng killed Yelu Chongde, so it was simple that the two of them were so powerful.

Qiao Feng nodded: "Don't worry, I understand."

Soon, the two of them held their breath, blending into the night, and went straight to the central army tent. Zhou Yi sensed the aura of the grandmaster inside, and in an instant his figure flashed into the tent, and he raised his hand and slapped it!
"How brave!"

An old man in the tent raised his hand and slapped him!
boom!
With a loud bang, in an instant, the big tent was torn apart by the energy, and the old man flew out backwards.

Zhou Yi was stunned. Although this old man had the cultivation level of a master, it seemed that he had a hidden illness?

"Enemy attack!"

A roar exploded in the night sky, and the entire military camp was in turmoil in an instant. Zhou Yi flashed and appeared in front of the old man in an instant. It was embarrassing that he couldn't display the strength of a grandmaster because he had a hidden illness.

His fists and palms changed, and each move was powerful and heavy. Yelu Zhong, who was blown away by the energy, retreated frantically. After being protected by his personal guards, he began to command the archers to shoot arrows.

Qiao Feng disappeared into the crowd, got in front of Yelu Zhongde, and punched him directly in the back.

"puff……"

Yelu Zhong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and his pupils dilated instantly.

"Enemy attack!"

"marshal!"

"The Marshal is dead!"

Sharp shouts echoed in the night sky, and Zhou Yi pressed down with one palm, and the sky and the earth collapsed in an instant.

The old man raised his hand forcefully, trying to resist the palm, but the next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his body, and he spurted out a mouthful of black blood. The true energy that he had forcefully gathered dissipated in an instant.

boom!
Thunder roared in the dark night. Zhou Yi flashed and instantly disappeared into the crowd. The old man's head was hit directly into his chest. The smell of blood filled the air, which was really disgusting.

As Zhou Yi and Qiao Feng disappeared into the night, the entire Liao army camp began to fall into chaos.

The shouts, the neighing of horses, and the flames shooting into the sky stunned the defenders on Yanmen Pass.

"What happened in the Liao army camp?"

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"Brother Zhou's current strength is truly admirable. A Grandmaster is just like an ordinary person in your hands. You can kill him at will."

The two men rushed into the forest, and Qiao Feng's admiration for Zhou Yi became more intense.

Ever since he witnessed Zhou Yi's strength at the martial arts conference by Qingshan Lake, Qiao Feng had long admired him, but now, killing the master was like killing a chicken, which was really outrageous.

Zhou Yi chuckled and said, "Grandmaster is just like that. There is no limit to martial arts. Grandmaster is just a realm, not the pinnacle."

"Besides, that old guy has a hidden disease and can no longer be considered a master. He is only slightly better than Brother Qiao."

"That is also an existence that Qiao cannot compare to."

Qiao Feng sighed and said softly, "Brother Zhou, are you going back to Yanmen directly or are you going to the Beggars' Sect's encampment with me?"

"No, I have to go back to Yanmen. Brother Qiao doesn't have to take the Beggars' Sect on an adventure."

"Although the Liao army camp is in chaos, several generals are still there. Now we just need to wait for a day or two, and the Liao army will be defeated. The Beggars' Sect disciples can return to Yanmen to avoid unnecessary casualties."

Qiao Feng nodded when he heard this: "Okay, I'll listen to Brother Zhou."

Soon, Zhou Yi returned to Yanmen, and the entire Yanmen was on alert to prevent a sneak attack by the Liao army.

"Somebody come!"

"Master Hou."

Zhou Yi nodded: "Pass the order down, everyone can sleep peacefully tonight. The Liao army commander is dead, and I estimate that there will be chaos for a day."

"Everyone eat well, drink well, sleep well, and take a good rest."

Upon hearing this, the herald officer suddenly looked up at Zhou Yi and said, "My Lord, the chaos in the Liao army camp just now was caused by you..."

"Well, go and pass the order quickly, and don't worry about the rest."

"promise!"

Soon, all the soldiers on the city wall became excited and started talking.

"This loyal and brave Marquis is so powerful, he killed Yelu Zhongde as soon as he arrived!"

"Yes, the Liao army camp will be in chaos for at least a period of time this time."

"With such strength to assassinate the enemy general in the midst of thousands of troops, he is indeed the exiled immortal rumored by the martial arts world!"

"Hey, we should relax a little now. Although we haven't been on the city wall in the past few days, we are always tense..."

…………

Sitting cross-legged on the city wall, Zhou Yi closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.

At the same time, his consciousness sank into the Destiny Pearl, and he hadn't checked his current source of power for a long time.

Although Yelu Chongde was killed and poisoned this time, they still had to poison him at least a few more times if they wanted to capture these 100,000 Liao troops.

Moreover, it is also very likely that the Liao army would make a desperate attempt to attack Yanmen by force.

Zhou Yi is very strong, but not strong enough to protect the entire Yanmen city wall that stretches for hundreds of meters by himself.

One man can resist an army of 100,000.

He is just a Qi practitioner and does not have such terrifying strength. It would be fine if he had magic in his hands, but the Taoist magic he obtained is biased towards individual combat and cannot adapt to group combat.

Although the Samadhi True Fire is powerful, if it really burns this 100,000-strong army, I would probably die, right?
【Name: Zhou Yi
Cultivation: Qi training level 68 ()

Heritage: Black Water Scripture, Mountain Scripture

Spells: Dead Trees Resurrected, Samadhi True Fire, Soul Capture, Poison Fire Seed, Breath of Ice...

Martial arts: Heaven-flipping Seal, Ice and Fire Grinding, Free and Easy Steps...

Source power: 208

[Change the trajectory of the Song Dynasty, destroy Xixia, change the plot of Xu Zhu... A total of 164 source power is obtained]

Now I have two hundred and eight source powers in my hands, and there is still a lot of subsequent source power that has not yet arrived. I estimate that I can push my cultivation to the sixth level of Qi training in one fell swoop.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Yi moved his mind, and instantly fifty points of source power disappeared, and wisps of spiritual mist began to spread within three feet around his body.

The Black Water Scripture in his body continued to circulate, and in a flash, the exhausted magic power began to recover rapidly. At the same time, the amount of magic power in his body was also increasing little by little.

The soldiers who were not resting nearby saw the spiritual mist surrounding Zhou Yi and immediately guessed that this marquis must be practicing qigong and regulating his breathing.

He quickly called over a dozen people to stand guard by his side, and watched over him quietly.

As time passed, the night sky began to fade, and Zhou Yi's aura became more and more terrifying. As the magic power in his body flowed, the spiritual mist around him began to dissipate bit by bit.

But just when his cultivation reached perfection in the third level of Qi training, a strong wind suddenly appeared out of nowhere near Yanmen, carrying sand and a strong smell of blood that made the surrounding soldiers cover their mouths and retch. Normally, the smell would not have been a big deal, but at this moment, the wind carried the smell and forced its way directly into the nasal cavity.

The next moment, the sky suddenly darkened and dark clouds were blown in from afar.

Click!

A bright flash of lightning exploded above the clouds, with lightning snakes wandering around, as if a storm was coming.

"That's weird. It didn't look like it was going to rain yesterday." "Yeah, we saw the sun just at dawn. What's going on..."

Suddenly someone discovered that the dark cloud was facing Yanmen, but the Liao army camp a few hundred meters away was not covered by the dark cloud, but was illuminated by the sun.

"I rely on..."

Some people exclaimed, some were guessing something, but at this moment, Zhou Yi suddenly felt a great fear in his heart!
【Name: Zhou Yi
Cultivation: Qi training level 100 ()

...]

When he had perfected the third level of Qi training and was on the way to breaking through to the fourth level, this great terror suddenly arose, and he even felt a life-and-death crisis!
He suddenly opened his eyes, surrounded by the spiritual mist that had not yet dissipated, and looked up at the sky.

Thunder exploded and lightning flashed, and it seemed that the target was himself?
Grass!
"This isn't really going to be directed at me, is it?"

He was moved. Huang Shang's situation in the Imperial Garden before was extremely similar to his current situation.

Could it be that my current cultivation has already reached the limit of this world?

With a frown, Zhou Yi tried to continue converting a trace of magic power.

boom!
Suddenly, a bolt of thunder struck!
The snake-shaped lightning fell directly on Zhou Yi's head. Zhou Yi suddenly released magic power between his hands. In an instant, he slammed towards the lightning with one palm, and at the same time, his body exploded backwards!

boom!
The palm force was instantly dispersed, and lightning fell on the spot, instantly breaking the bricks and stones, leaving a big pit, through which the clay layer under the bricks and stones could be seen!
Damn it, it’s really directed at me!

But the spiritual mist that had transformed around his body had not been completely consumed. Thinking of this, Zhou Yi grabbed the shoulders of the two soldiers in a trance and forced the spiritual mist into their bodies!
A few shrill screams were heard, and a foul-smelling impurity was expelled from the two men's bodies, but at this moment they had barely consumed any source of energy!
Grass!
"Someone, take me to the seriously injured sergeant."

Several soldiers were a little scared. It seemed like this Lord was being punished by God...

But he did not dare to disobey the order, and hurriedly took Zhou Yi to where the seriously injured soldiers were. The thunderclouds above his head followed Zhou Yi closely. If he dared to refine a trace of spiritual energy, a thunder disaster would surely fall!
Soon, when the injured soldiers entered the tents, many of them had broken limbs and were unconscious.

Zhou Yi instantly used his magic to bring dead trees back to life, and his magic power poured out, while at the same time causing the spiritual mist to sink into the bodies of these soldiers.

The injuries on his body were recovering continuously. In a trance, many soldiers opened their eyes and saw Zhou Yi using the method of reviving dead trees to treat the soldiers.

When the soldiers who were leading the way saw this scene, they were shocked beyond words.

He whispered, "God!"

"God!"

"The Marquis is a god!"

The shouts became more and more climaxed. Zhou Yi used the dead tree revival method at least thirty times at this moment. The spiritual mist around him completely dissipated, and he immediately felt relieved.

Faced with a large number of soldiers kneeling down to express their gratitude, he quickly raised his hand.

"Everyone is born for the sake of the Song Dynasty. I am just doing what I can. Everyone, get up."

"Thank you for saving my life, sir!"

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Everyone, have a good rest. The magic just performed cannot completely guarantee recovery. You still need to take medicine to recuperate."

"Yes."

After leaving the wounded camp and returning to the city wall, the thunderclouds above our heads finally dissipated.

He exhaled a breath of foul air, and the crisis on his body disappeared.

"I didn't expect that the third level of Qi training is the limit of the martial arts in this world."

"Compared to Huang Shang, I'm still a little bit inferior. That guy actually wanted to take a step back when facing the thunder tribulation. He is really not a human being."

Feeling the tremendous magic power in his body, Zhou Yi was a little dazed. At this moment, he had reached the perfect third level of Qi training.

He should be considered invincible, but something fucking doesn't feel right.

Although cultivating immortals is powerful, the lifespan at the limit of Qi training is only three generations, or one hundred and eighty years!

Could it be that I can only live for 180 years before I die?
As a time traveler with a golden finger, one hundred and eighty years old is not a low age. Some time travelers who traveled through time and space to become martial artists even did not live past a hundred years.

But, I am a cultivator!

Damn, one hundred and eighty, absolutely impossible!

However, my current strength is not enough to break through the thunder tribulation.

My current shortcomings are that my body and soul are not strong enough.

As for resisting the thunder calamity head-on, Zhou Yi thought that it was not impossible. How strong could a thunder calamity in a martial arts world be?
The destructive power of the lightning just now is actually just average. It's hard to avoid, but it's not impossible to take it on your own.

"The Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra and the Mountain Sutra must be practiced with emphasis."

He exhaled, leaned against the city wall, looked at the Liao army camp opposite, his eyes flashed, eating?

"Hey, eat, eat."

At this moment, inside the Liao army camp, several generals were looking at Yelu Chongde's body and felt a little annoyed.

"The marshal is dead. The chaos in the camp last night has caused many people to lose their morale. If we want to attack Yanmen again, I'm afraid we will suffer heavy losses."

"What are you afraid of? We should have taken Yanmen in one fell swoop. The Marshal was too cautious and wanted to take Yanmen without any casualties. Now the Yanmen defenders are barely surviving. Although the Marshal is dead, as long as we take Yanmen and the news reaches the king, it can be regarded as redemption!"

"If it were you, I would give the order right away. Take down Yanmen today while the army's morale is still strong!"

Just then, the guards walked into the tent and began to deliver food.

A few people were eating and chatting when suddenly one of them turned pale and fell to the ground.

"Hurha, what's wrong with you?"

"puff……"

Several sounds of blood spurting were heard one after another, and several generals in the camp all fell to the ground, breathing weakly.

This kind of situation was everywhere at the moment. In the Liao army camp, soldiers could be seen falling to the ground while walking and dying from time to time. Some of them ate a few mouthfuls and foamed at the mouth...

Countless shouts rang out in the camp, and the Liao army camp was in chaos!
Zhou Yi was on the city wall, watching the Liao army camp gradually becoming chaotic, and walked directly into the city tower. At this moment, several sleeping generals had not yet woken up.

With a wave of his hand, he instantly woke up several people.

Han Zailin glared suddenly and looked at Zhou Yi, his hand already grasping the steel knife at his waist.

"Loyal and Brave Marquis, what do you want to do?"

The others also looked at Zhou Yi eagerly. Zhou Yi smiled calmly: "What do you want to do?"

"Okay, stop imagining things that shouldn't be imagining."

"You guys quickly arrange the personnel, we will take the initiative to attack."

"What?"

"Is the Marquis insane?"

"Report!"

"Say!"

The messenger said with a happy look on his face: "General, Lord, the Liao army camp is in chaos!"

"Just now our outposts observed that there was a mutiny in the Liao army camp. Now, it is in chaos!"

"The crisis of our Yanmen has been resolved!"

For a moment, the eyes of several people in the room fell on Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi nodded: "Yes, I did it."

"Yelu Chongde was killed last night and poisoned. Now all the generals in the Liao army camp are dead, and at least 10,000 people have lost their combat effectiveness."

"Get ready, we will take advantage of this opportunity to defeat the Liao army."

Han Zailin's face was filled with ecstasy. He stepped out of the city wall, looked at the Liao army camp not far away which was already filled with smoke and dust, and clapped his hands.

"well!"

"My Lord, you are such a great savior!"

"However, although the Liao army has mutinied, they still have nearly 100,000 cavalry. It is impossible for us to capture them."

"It is better to guard Yanmen well..."

Zhou Yi shook his head and said, "That's definitely not possible. I said when I came here that all the horses of these 100,000 cavalrymen must be left behind!"

"You go and arrange the personnel. I will do whatever I want."

Several people took a deep breath and immediately gave the order to prepare.

At the same time, many soldiers who knew the truth were ecstatic. What a free military achievement!
"The Marquis is mighty!"

"Haha, we haven't even started fighting yet, let's go get some heads, it's so relaxing!"

"Brothers, those who can hold a knife, hurry up and gather together, leave the city, and collect the heads!"

In less than a quarter of an hour, Yanmen Gate opened. Han Zailin waved his hand, and instantly all the remaining people in Yanmen Gate left the city!
Zhou Yi flew in the air and arrived at the Liao army camp in the blink of an eye. Chaos!

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and even different tribes began to fight.

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