Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

"Snapped--"

With a crisp sound, the black armored officer standing in front of Han Muye was slapped hard.

"This is Daddy's foster father!" Huang Zhihu piled up his sleeves and stepped forward.

The officer who covered his face with his hands raised his head and saw the appearance of Huang Zhihu. He was stunned at first, then at a loss, and then murmured, "Jian, Lord Sword Tiger..."

The team of black armored soldiers pressed their hands on the Xuanyang sword around their waists, but they were at a loss.

Sword Tiger, Yellow Fat Tiger, this is a fearsome existence in the camp.

It's just, how did that ruthless Sword Tiger become this beautiful woman with pale arms in front of her?

"Get out of the way, did daddy usually teach less?" Huang Zhihu raised his foot to kick, but because the hem of his dress wrapped his legs, he couldn't lift his legs.

It was only at this time that the military captain came back to his senses, but he no longer dared to look at Huang Zhihu, and only lowered his head: "Sir, what is the duty of the humble..."

Huang Zhihu was furious and raised his hand again, only to hear a cold snort from behind.

"You did nothing wrong." Han Muye said coldly.

Huang Zhihu was stunned for a moment, and then he heard Han Muye's voice again: "What is the crime of trespassing on the military plane and hurting Xuanyang Wei?"

The officer who bowed his head was shocked, looked up and said loudly: "Cut!"

After he finished speaking, he saw Huang Zhihu glaring angrily, the sword tiger who used to make him afraid, but now this little girl is extremely cute, and he couldn't help but soften his heart: "Well, that Shangguan should teach me a low-ranking position, it should be... "

At this time, in the camp, several figures have come running.

The leader is the commander of Xuanyang Weisan County, Lu Yang, the commander of Daidu.

Lu Yang flew over, saw Han Muye, his face showed excitement, he bowed and cupped fist: "Lu Yang pays respects to my uncle!"

Han Muye stood there, waved his hand and said, "There is no uncle here. You are the commander of Xuanyang Guard, and you are the person who will be selected by the preparatory commander. You are the biggest here."

Hearing his words, Lu Yang was stunned for a moment, and said quickly, "What did my uncle say, if Lu Yang dared to honor him in front of his uncle, my ancestor would have to tear my bones apart."

"Lu Yuzhou doesn't dare." Han Muye said lightly, "Now he can't beat me."

Lu Yang opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

The general on the side raised his head, just grinned and turned his head away.

"This is, Zhihu?" Lu Yang looked at Huang Zhihu, looking up and down with a smile on his face.

"How beautiful this dress is, the boys in my camp are afraid that their eyes will be straight."

Hearing his words, Huang Zhihu snorted, "Brother Lu Yang, do you think my Sword Tiger's reputation is for nothing?"

The smile on Lu Yang's face froze, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Han Muye say coldly, "Breaking into the camp without any reason, Lu Yang, how should I be punished?"

penalty?

Lu Yang looked at the red palm print on the face of the general next to him, and then looked at the yellow fat tiger in front of him.

Doesn't this happen often?

Sword Tiger's reputation, isn't it just playing out?

This camp was filled with preparatory commanders from all over the Profound Sky, either the Cultivation Base was extraordinary, or the background was sky-high.

Even Lu Yang had a headache.

For example, Yun Duan, the crown prince of the Tianxuan Dynasty, also joined in the fun in the camp, assuming the status of a preparatory commander.

There are also the Jiaolong clan experts from the East China Sea, the kendo experts, several monster clan experts in the Southern Wilderness, and several experts from the Western Border Region and the Northern Region.

Many of the preparatory commanders trained by Xuanyang Guard in Zhongzhou are also tough.

When Huang Zhihu first came to the camp, it was not conspicuous.

What made her famous was the challenge of the reserve commander to the ranking. Huang Zhihu, who was originally ranked after more than 1,000, used his long and short swords to fight 86 consecutive games a day, and went straight to the top 100.

In this battle, Huang Zhihu's kendo was remembered by everyone.

Fighting Yujian from a distance, counter-killing in close combat.

Although Cultivation Base is only a beginner in Gold Core, the Yellow Fat Tiger can stab the powerhouse of Half Step Heaven with one sword.

In the next three months, a group of preparatory commanders gradually became familiar with each other and became familiar with each other, and there were also many small groups.

Huang Zhihu and Yun Duan somehow got along very well, and many practitioners from the Western Regions and Northern Territories joined in and became a force in the preparation commander.

During the half-year assessment, Huang Zhihu led thirty Xuanyang Guards to complete ambush, cover up, sneak attack, outflank, and defeat ten times as many enemies.

In the end, when the battle reached the last person, the two swords came out together, defeating nearly a hundred masters, and they were exhausted.

In this battle, the name of Yellow Fat Tiger and Sword Tiger was spread throughout the camp.

Huang Zhihu, Yun Duan, and the other three reserve commanders became the most untroubled existences in the camp.

Xuanyang Five Tigers, this name is very loud.

Especially after the relationship between Lu Yang and Huang Zhihu was unintentionally spread, Lu Yang treated Huang Zhihu like a sister.

Such related households, who is still bumping up?

Lu Yang looked at the slumped Yellow Fat Tiger.

According to the seniority of Han Muye and Lu Yang, Huang Zhihu is still Lu Yang's elder.

It's just that Cultivation Base is here, and Huang Zhihu is embarrassed to call him elder, so the two call them equals in private.

With a laugh, Lu Yang looked at Han Muye and said, "Uncle, little sister is ignorant—"

"She's ignorant and you're ignorant?" Han Muye shouted, and Lu Yang's expression changed drastically.

"The Dao struggle is in general, and there is no room for slack. You train and select the commander of Xuanyang Guard, and you will work hard in the Dao struggle in the future."

"How can it be so unorganized and undisciplined?"

Han Muye's voice was cold and majestic.

His current Cultivation Base has Expanding Aperture Fifth Stage, the power of the soul transcends the realm of heaven, every gesture, every word and deed can affect Heavenly Dao.

Opening his mouth at this time, it immediately made the front of the camp seem to be extremely cold.

"What my uncle taught me." Lu Yang nodded solemnly, then cupped fist: "I don't know how Uncle Yi should be punished?"

Huang Zhihu bit his lip and said nothing.

Han Muye pondered for a while, and said, "After all, it's the time to hire people. If you're a small punishment and a big admonition, you can just punish it with the stick ten times."

After a pause, he said again: "The whole camp is in front of the stick and scolds, as an example."

In front of the entire battalion army, the rod is responsible?

Yellow Fat Tiger's face turned white.

Her face is gone?

"Father..."

"There are no fathers and sons in the battlefield. I have neglected discipline all these years. This time, I want to make you remember." Han Muye pointed coldly at the soldiers in front of him: "These people will be your robes from now on."

"The honor and disgrace of their lives is no different from yours."

"You can slap people in public, so why can't you get the Ten Army sticks in public?"

Huang Zhihu froze there, speechless.

Han Muye looked at Lu Yang: "What are you still doing?"

Lu Yang nodded, raised his hand and shot out a flash of light.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

The drums sounded like thunder, and the blood in the camp was like a dragon in an instant. Countless army generals flew to the camp and ran to the school grounds to form a battle formation.

Han Muye strode into the camp, Lu Yang took a few steps behind, turned his head to look at Huang Zhihu with a bitter face, and almost laughed.

Huang Zhihu looked at both sides and saw the solemn expressions on the faces of the soldiers, before he lowered his head and rushed into the camp.

Behind her, low voices of discussion rose instantly.

"Is it really Lord Sword Tiger? So delicate, really, really beautiful..."

"Head, does that slap hurt? Hey, if I had known earlier, I would have received this slap."

"Go away, Captain of this school, don't say, Lord Jianhu's palm is so soft."

...

On the school grounds, the troops stood in a state of stern order.

The 3000 Xuanyang Guards are reserve commanders, and 30000 elites will be dispatched to various places in Tianxuan after training. After decades of training, they will become the main force of Tianxuan's black armor.

After three years of training, these Xuanyang Guard junior elites have already been banned, but they are waiting for them.

When Huang Zhihu arrived at the side of the school grounds, what he saw was a black mass of generals, his eyes were not squinting, and his blood was surging.

Lu Yang strode forward and walked to the high platform in front of him.

Han Muye stood outside the school grounds and did not enter.

After he gave Huang Zhihu the status of the Xuanyang Guard's reserve commander, he had no military status in the Xuanyang Guard and was not suitable for entering the school grounds.

Seeing Lu Yang's summons, he hurried over again, and the preparatory commanders of Xuanyang Guard who were standing in the front all looked solemn.

Is something big happening?

"Today the army is called to gather for one thing."

Standing on the high platform, Lu Yang glanced down.

"My Xuanyang Guard is in charge of the light, and the military discipline is strict."

"The preparatory commander Huang Zhihu has no military discipline, trespassing in the camp, and punishes the army with ten sticks."

Ten Commandments of the Army.

For these reserve commanders, it's nothing.

Even a hundred sticks can easily be carried over.

But it's a matter of face!

In front of the whole army, Jianhu's face was about to fall to the ground.

The few preparatory commanders standing in front looked at each other with doubts on their faces.

The relationship between Lord Lu Yang and Huang Zhihu will be punished, and there may be some hidden feelings in it.

"Lu Xiaoyun, you come to execute." Lu Yang shouted loudly.

Lu Xiaoyun, who was wearing black armor, strode forward, and then looked at the Yellow Fat Tiger standing outside the school grounds.

Following her gaze, everyone on the school ground turned to look.

Then, there was a sound of inhalation.

The Yellow Fat Tiger in a yellow dress bit his lip and walked forward slowly.

Those generals couldn't look away and moved with her figure. This, which sword tiger in his hands and covered in blood is this?

The corners of the eyes of the several preparatory commanders standing in front of them all twitched in disbelief.

Did you lose at the hands of this beautiful little girl?

"so beautiful……"

Someone whispered softly.

Then there was anger all around.

How can you say this from your heart?

However, it is beautiful.

Every step Huang Zhihu took forward felt so difficult.

She could feel her eyes staring hotly at her.

accurate.

In the past, these guys would not dare to look down when they saw themselves.

Well now, I dare not watch it myself.

She raised her head hard, swept her eyes, and immediately blushed and lowered her face.

Why do these defeated generals look so weird?

Must be rude.

Clenching his fists, Huang Zhihu walked forward step by step.

When he walked to the stone bench below the high platform and lay down, a blue water and fire stick appeared in Lu Xiaoyun's palm.

"You can rest assured, little aunt, I promise it won't hurt." Lu Xiaoyun lowered his head and whispered in Huang Zhihu's ear.

Huang Zhihu held his head and did not speak.

"Snapped--"

A crisp sound resounded throughout the school grounds.

All around, it was silent.

After the ten-stick fight, Huang Zhihu got up, and with the help of Lu Xiaoyun, he left the school field with a slightly unfavorable footstep.

"Let's go." Lu Yang waved his hand and turned away.

Until Lu Yang's figure disappeared, on the quiet school grounds, a tsunami-like discussion suddenly sounded.

Huang Zhihu, who was led by Lu Xiaoyun to his tent, covered his face with one hand: "Fuck, the reputation that daddy has been fighting for for three years has been ruined by these ten sticks."

Hearing her words, Lu Xiaoyun laughed out loud.

"Little aunt, how did you offend my second uncle?"

Huang Zhihu gritted his teeth and burst into tears: "Why did I offend him?"

"It's the old guy from my foster father. I suspect that he has been out of bounds for a long time, and his heart is hardened."

Speaking of which, she stopped and clapped her hands: "I'm so stupid, I should have sent the news of his return to Yunjin Xianzhou!"

"It's a big loss, at least 10,000 Spirit Stones are less than the bonus fee."

...

On the school grounds, those preparatory commanders and elite soldiers did not leave, standing there talking excitedly.

"Xu Changyuan, I didn't expect that the sword tiger who defeated you at the beginning turned out to be a bitch. Your mother can't even beat a bitch." In front, a tall general laughed and looked at the person beside him. youth.

The young man's expression did not change, and he said coldly, "There are only three or five people in the camp who can defeat the Sword Tiger. Back then, you, Zhao Dacheng, were lucky, you didn't meet her, or you would have to be beaten down."

These words made the expressions of the surrounding generals vary.

Those who have been beaten and those who have not been beaten have different expressions.

"Haha, okay, daddy, come and try to see if she can beat me to the ground with Jianhu, say yes, I'll challenge, don't grab any of you." The tall tall Dacheng walked forward with a smile. .

"Bam—"

A thin general standing in front of him turned around and kicked Zhao Dacheng over.

"You are also qualified to challenge Sword Tiger?"

The blood tiger Qian Yutang, also one of the five tigers in Xuanyang!

Qian Yutang made his move, and the surrounding people didn't even dare to talk.

"What, Lao Qian, are you trying to fight with me?" On the other side, the young man in half armor with the Xuanyang sword on his back said.

Flying Tiger Bai Jianfei!

The two looked at each other, and the fighting intent in their eyes made the people around them retreat unconsciously.

"Let's play, I'm leaving." The young man standing on the other side shook his head, turned and left.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned towards the camp of the Alchemy Medical Center in the army.

"The ten army sticks are not too light, don't leave scars, I think it's better to use a psychic continuation pill..." The young man's muttering sound made Bai Jianfei and Qian Yutang stunned.

"Fuck, you Sun Zhan, you are a jerk!"

"Haha, I happen to have a psychic continuation pill here."

...

When the chaos on the school ground came, Huang Zhihu no longer had the courage to stay, and ran back to his camp with his head in his arms.

Lu Xiaoyun smiled and followed.

Not far away, in the central army tent, Lu Yang sat on the top, and Han Muye sat firmly beside him.

"Uncle, it's a happy event for you to return from outside the world, why do you punish the little sister like this?" Lu Yang looked at Han Muye, and asked a little puzzled.

In the camp, Huang Zhihu's combat power and scheming are all top-notch.

Lu Yang also has the heart to cultivate.

But after today, those guys probably won't be afraid of Sword Tiger anymore.

The bloody brave in the army, without prestige, will lose a lot of combat power.

"I might be a little selfish." Han Muye looked outside the military tent and sighed softly.

"Zhihu is the sixth brother's direct daughter, my righteous daughter. All these years I have only wanted her to receive the best education and best practice, but I have less discipline."

"A girl can't fight, kill, kill, all rush to the front."

Han Muye's expression became solemn.

Dao struggle, that is, every fight is life and death.

These Xuanyang Guards will roll in the sea of ​​blood for at least fifty years.

There are not necessarily more than ten people in this large camp who can live to the hundred years of Daoism.

In the end, she was her own righteous daughter. If it weren't for Xuan Yangwei's rules, Han Muye would have directly asked Huang Zhihu to withdraw from the trial.

This time, Huang Zhihu's identity was revealed, and when he encountered a war in the future, he transferred Huang Zhihu out of his own power for personal gain, and there was less criticism.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Lu Yang nodded.

He came back from a bloody battle outside the world, and he naturally knew the danger of the Dao battle.

It's just a hundred years of Taoism, who can really escape?

Han Muye went to the military camp not all for Huang Zhihu, sitting with Lu Yang to analyze the general trend of Tianxuan, and deduced the forms of various states and counties.

"I was planning to use the Xuanyang Guard to attack everywhere, but there are a lot of Daomen and Devil Dao masters, so I'm not fully sure." Lu Yang's expression was a little gloomy.

Xuanming True Monarch fought against Wang Muyang, and the collapse of Confucianism and Taoism caused by it was too serious.

Nowadays, except for the places where the county system is located, the Great Master's suppression can be stable, and other towns are in chaos.

"What Wen Xiang and Wuhou mean is that they want to train troops in the chaos of Tianxuan." Lu Yang looked at Han Muye.

No matter how chaotic Tianxuan is, it is impossible to surpass Wen Mosheng's control.

Wen Mo didn't make a sound, just let everyone in Tianxuan go through all kinds of turmoil and unconsciously improve their ability to deal with the chaos.

Han Muye knew there was nothing wrong with this approach.

Just like weeds and vegetables and fruits are planted in the same place, weeds will definitely grow lush.

Those who have experienced more trials and hardships can have stronger courage to face everything.

"Let me meet Wen Xiang." Han Muye stood up and said.

"You have to be prepared."

"Xuanyangwei, want to sweep the world."

Sweep the world!

Lu Yang stood up and nodded solemnly.

If so, he would not hesitate.

As for whether it can be done or not, it is not something he considers.

Han Muye left the camp and asked Zuo Lin to wait for Huang Zhihu, and went straight to the upper city of the imperial city.

He is like a flying body, and outsiders can't see him at all.

In just a moment, he was already in front of the Xiangfu gate in Shangcheng.

Now the upper city is also much empty, Qin Suyang and other strong men are guarding outside the bounds.

In front of Wen Xiangfu, the soldiers at the entrance were just about to block when they saw a middle-aged scholar in a green robe walking quickly.

"Zhou Wenbo has met Mr. Makino."

"Sir, Mr. Wen, please come to the palace for a chat."

Zhou Wenbo, Chief of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Great Master Cultivation Base of Confucianism and Taoism, he takes care of many things in the Prime Minister's Mansion on weekdays.

Han Muye nodded and followed Zhou Wenbo into the prime minister's residence.

The prime minister's mansion is simple in layout, with flowers and plants everywhere.

Many people in green robes or official uniforms were in a hurry.

Here, it can be regarded as the center of the Tianxuan Dynasty.

The Great Hall, the Royal Palace, has only a rare meeting every year.

Walking to the front hall, Han Muye looked up at the figure sitting behind the long desk.

It's literary, but not literary.

Primordial spirit is just a phantom.

Wen Xiang's real body, naturally, is still guarded outside the world.

"The seeds of the Great Dao are really rare." The text in front of him raised his head and looked at Han Muye, all smiles on his face.

Before Han Muye cupped hands, Wen Mosheng said again: "Junior Brother, how about handing over Tianxuan to you?"