The system came a hundred years earlier, I kicked Beihai Kindergarten

Looking at this magical scene, everyone who knew Shen Lang was grinning from ear to ear.

Can Brother Shen's Thunder and Fire Sword also control the barbarians?

At first, they also thought that Zhao Huaibei had this ability.

Now it seems that this is not the case...

…………

After saying goodbye to the Dragon Riders, Shen Lang and others headed towards the palace.

Shen Lang escaped from the palace, and now he had to go back. Shen Lang's mood was inevitably complicated.

However, now that half of the city has been liberated, it would be natural for us to go back and rescue the palace.

"Shen Lang, you have done a great job this time!" Zhao Huaibei obviously understood the principle of clear rewards and punishments: "I know that you don't value money..."

Shen Lang’s eyes were as big as copper bells.

What are you barking at?

I don't care about money? Then what do I care about!

"I will personally write a letter to record your achievements, and give you a spiritual ticket worth 10,000 spiritual stones." Zhao Huaibei said: "In the future, when the merits are rewarded, you, Shen Lang, will be rewarded."

The role played by Shen Lang this time is comparable to that of Shen Xuan!

If it weren’t for Shen Lang, I don’t know how many more people would have died.

Zhao Huaibei couldn't defeat so many high-level monsters, but Shen Lang could order the barbarians to fight, and his role was irreplaceable.

"You are too polite, sir..." Shen Lang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhao Huaibei was about to give him money: "As your bodyguard, I just did what I should do!"

"As for the merits of handwriting and rewards, it is better to wait until the young master explains it in person in the future."

"Can you teach me your Thunder and Fire Sword?" Zhao Huaibei did not respond to Shen Lang's words, but talked about the Thunder and Fire Sword.

"Yes, but this thing is only powerful when I use it. Before, the prince sent someone to buy the Thunder and Fire Sword technique from me. When others use it, it is just an ordinary mental attack. It can only be used when you reach the Leaping Mortal Realm." Shen Lang told the truth.

Zhao Huaibei did not doubt Shen Lang's loyalty, but for a moment he couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

…………

the other side……

"Come on, face me head on!"

Mo Yi pulled out her Miao Dao from the body of a monster.

The monster was in human form, mainly black and red, with two huge horns at the back. It looked like a sheep, but also a bit like a human.

This is the Flame Demon Sheep, a fire-type monster that is extremely ferocious.

Mo Yi was now covered in blood, staggering all over.

Behind her, there was a group of monsters lying down, all killed by Mo Yi.

Mo Yi is also smart. He only fights those in the Free and Easy Realm and below, and doesn't touch the others.

"Bah, a bunch of beasts, if you want to eat me, you still need hundreds of years..." Mo Yi wiped the knife with her sleeve and muttered, "Shen Lang and Wei Qianluo should have escaped."

"Given their fates, one is extraordinary and the other is strong, they won't die here..."

"Huh, let's go meet them outside the city."

After Mo Yi finished speaking, he was about to leave the city, but he saw...

"kill!"

Countless grassland cavalry rushed onto the city walls and engaged in battle with the soldiers defending the city.

Click!

The big flag erected on the city wall was cut off by a cavalryman's sword. The cavalrymen galloped down their horses and charged towards the city, in the direction where Mo Yi was.

"I fucked your ancestor!"

Mo Yi's eyes widened, and he turned and ran...

That speed was even faster than when she was at her best...

Chapter 75 Class

The maids and servants in the palace are now running around everywhere, and the palace can no longer control them.

Looking at the once prosperous palace, which was now filled with shouts of killing, corpses everywhere, and blood flowing like a river in the night, Shen Lang couldn't bear it.

What kind of hell is this?

Shen Lang never thought that the palace would become like this.

No wonder so many Red Flame Dragon Riders are just passers-by and have no chance to cultivate to a high level.

Perhaps, they also died in battle here in the official history.

Although Shen Lang had obtained the system and everything had changed, how much could he change? In the final analysis, he was only at the Divine Sea Realm.

Under the impact of the general trend, he might not even be able to stay out of it.

"Shen Lang, follow the route I said!" Zhao Huaibei ordered.

"it is good!"

The barbarians rushed around in the palace. If they met Zhao Huaibei, one of their own, they would drive them away. If they met monsters, they would fight.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer barbarians around Shen Lang.

From a team of about twenty people, it was reduced to only six people.

Soon, everyone arrived at Area B.

"Kill me!"

A blacksmith was fighting with a monster with a huge hammer.

The monster was in the shape of a pink upright cat, holding a wooden stick in its hand, and hammering the blacksmith madly.

This pink cat is not as fast as the one Wei Qianluo fought, but its fighting skills are more amazing.

"Uncle Wang!"

Shen Lang shouted and blasted out with a Falling Snow Palm.

boom!

The pink cat was blasted away by Shen Lang's palm.

“Shen, Shen Lang?” Uncle Wang pounded his sledgehammer on the ground, breathing heavily: “How come you’re hanging out with the barbarians, kid… Huhu… Greetings, young master…”

Seeing the barbarian carrying Zhao Huaibei emerge from behind, Uncle Wang was no longer worried.

When Uncle Wang first saw Shen Lang coming out with the barbarians, he thought Shen Lang was a spy from the barbarians.

There's no way, not everyone knows that barbarians cannot communicate.

Shen Lang knew so much, all thanks to Mo Yi's love of drinking. After drinking, she liked to talk to Shen Lang. In addition, Mo Yi traveled everywhere in her early years, so she had a wealth of knowledge.

These blacksmiths and the like were probably born in the royal palace and their knowledge is not that sufficient.

It can be said that in this era, being able to read and write and to practice cultivation is already amazing.

"How many blacksmiths are left now?" Zhao Huaibei leaped off the barbarian.

"And..." Uncle Wang felt a pain in his heart: "There are still twelve blacksmiths and thirty-five dragon riders. These should be the ones left..."

"Shen Lang... cough cough..."

At this moment, in a snow pile not far away, a big man wiped the snow off his face and looked in the direction of the voice with a blank look on his face.

He had been hiding in a pile of snow and no one had noticed him.

It is normal to hide it from Shen Lang and Wei Qianluo, but it is abnormal to hide it from Zhao Huaibei.

It can be seen that this person's vital signs are already very low.

"Uncle Zhang..."

Shen Lang was shocked to see that it was Zhang San lying there. He hurried to Zhang San and looked at his injuries.

I saw that his right arm, which he relied on for survival, was bitten off, but the bleeding had stopped.

There was a penetrating wound on his chest, as if he was caused by magic.

Zhang San is now barely breathing and is about to die.

"Uncle Zhang, you..." Shen Lang opened his mouth.

After he came to the palace, the person who treated him the best was Zhang San.

The two people's workstations were next to each other. Zhang San liked to tell Shen Lang about some of his past experiences. He also boasted about how good his education was and how he was able to train a Red Flame Dragon Rider.

Zhang San secretly saved some money to buy spiritual wine and dragged Shen Lang to drink with him.

Occasionally, Zhang San would also give some pointers on Shen Lang's blacksmithing practice.

A few days ago, the two of them went to Zuiyue Tower together, and Zhang San was killing everyone there.

today……

"Ahem, Shen Lang, I'm afraid I can't get out..." Zhang San endured the pain.

“Uncle Zhang, don’t move. We are cultivators. Let alone regenerating a broken arm, even if you only have a head left and your spirit is still there, we can heal you…”

"Haha..." Zhang San's smile was carefree and his face was a little rosy: "Okay, I just changed a monster, it's enough."

"I don't feel comfortable handing this over to others, so please give it to Zhang Lei for me..."

As he spoke, he took out a storage bag from his arms and placed it in Shen Lang's hand: "This is the spirit stones I have saved over the years, 326 pieces, and seven spirit tablets..."

"He is still young, he has the opportunity to go further..."

"Uncle Zhang, give it to him yourself!"

As a result, Zhang San's hand remained in that position and could not move anymore.

Shen Lang opened his mouth.

All this happened so suddenly.

A simple escape resulted in a disaster that the royal palace had rarely seen in hundreds of years.

So many people died on the road, it was impossible for Shen Lang to say that he had no feelings.

But like Mo Yi said, he is just a small monk, he can't control...

He was able to lead the barbarians to kill so many monsters and rescue many people. He had already achieved the ultimate.

Shen Lang felt a little resentful. He hated his own broken system and his own poor qualifications.

If he had Wei Qianluo's qualifications, he might have reached the Zhoutian realm by now. Could he control more barbarians and save more people?

Maybe, then Zhang San wouldn't have died.

pat...

Zhao Huaibei patted Shen Lang's shoulder with his little hand.

"Shen Lang, now is not the time to be sad. Isn't his name Zhang San? I will remember him. I will personally visit his grave in the future!" Zhao Huaibei said in a deep voice: "We have more important things to do now. We can't leave the armaments to the grassland people, otherwise it will be a greater disaster for the entire northern border!"

Zhao Huaibei's childish voice and firm tone brought Shen Lang back to his senses slightly.

"Yes, sir..."

"All those who are able to fight in Area B!" Zhao Huaibei took out a command arrow and shot it into the air: "Assemble!"

…………

Soon, Zhao Huaibei gathered the remaining soldiers and headed towards the tower with nearly a team of dragon riders and thirty monks from Area B.

All of these people were injured, and none of them was intact.

Those monks in Area B were obviously in a state of confusion, with hesitant expressions and seemed to want to escape.

There is no way. The palace is now on the verge of collapse and I don’t know how long it can last.