Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang He held the knife and used his body technique, and in the blink of an eye, he was already close, and he cut down the eldest son with a single knife.

"boom!"

A symphony of gold and iron sounded, and he slashed with all his strength on the golden mask, but the mask only shook, but failed to hurt him in the slightest.

"Hahaha! It's useless, I have this golden armor talisman to protect the body, how can you defend it if you cut it for a long time!"

Then he saw the eldest son of the Wan family spit out a mouthful of blood at the dagger in his hand, and then threw the sword into the air.

The dagger radiated a white brilliance in the air, and then floated in the air and remained motionless.

The eldest son folded his fingers into strange shapes, muttered something to the dagger hovering in the air, and then pointed to Zhang He.

The dagger seemed to come alive as it stabbed towards Zhang He at a rapid speed, a point or two faster than when the two were fighting just now.

This... what's the rationale for this?

Before Zhang He could take a closer look, the flying sword was already in front of him, so he hurriedly raised his knife and slashed it on the flying sword, knocking it two or three meters away. He stabs.

Then it was you who came and went with me, one person and one sword fighting into a group.

Overall, Zhang He still suffered a bit of a loss. Now he has to deal with the flying sword in the air, but he can't hurt the opponent in the slightest, and he is in a position of passive beating.

Zhang He once again split the opponent's flying sword, reached into his arms, and grabbed a black ball the size of a human head, with a flaming short rope hanging from it.

"It's not indecent to come and go, you let me see the methods of immortal Tao, and now you also let you **** Primordial Thunderbolt."

After fighting for a long time, he had discovered that after the opponent used the so-called golden light talisman, his movement became very slow, just in time to bombard his mother with this homemade earth bomb.

Some time ago, Wan Jia instigated Jiang Tianba to attack Qifeng Mountain, and Zhang He had been making preparations. As a traveler, playing with gunpowder was his first choice.

However, he did not study this major back then. He only remembered that the power of the gunpowder he made was not very ideal.

You can only make it bigger, and then make a cannonball the size of a human head, with a layer of iron on the outside, gunpowder inside, and some iron sand added.

Only a martial artist like him can throw this size, and it should be similar to suicide for ordinary people.

Zhang He took advantage of the moment he split the flying sword and threw the iron ball the size of a human head at the eldest son's feet.

The eldest son is still looking at it curiously. It's a little bigger, and it doesn't seem to have much power...

"Boom..."

With a loud bang, the roof tiles fell one after another, and the horses of the cavalry were even more frightened and ran about.

Everyone at the scene didn't understand what was going on, but felt a buzzing sound in their heads.

Including Young Master Wan, who can make immortals, his head was short-circuited at this time, and he didn't know what happened.

The only person at the scene who could expect this result was Zhang He alone. Taking advantage of everyone's panic, he took out a big iron ball from the space again, ignited it, and threw it at the eldest son.

Then they threw them one by one without leaving their hands.

He had discovered just now that after the eldest son was bombed once, the golden light shield on his body dimmed a lot. This move should be useful.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

A series of violent explosions sounded, and most of the house behind the eldest son collapsed. The golden light shield on the eldest son disappeared without a trace, and the white armor hung on his body in tatters, already stained red with blood.

"This... what magic weapon is this?"

"Hunyuan Thunder! What do you think of this name?" Zhang He asked with a playful face.

"well……"

The eldest son fell to the ground before he could finish speaking.

"Lieutenant Wan!"

"How dare you kill the Captain of the White Armored Cavalry, you are doomed! Ah..."

An adjutant had just recovered from the previous explosion, but his head was not very bright. Seeing that the eldest son was dead, he wanted to make a threat, but Zhang He cut off his head with a knife.

In the series of violent explosions just now, dozens of cavalry horses that followed the eldest son were frightened and ran around, unable to maintain their formation. The guards attacked and killed several cavalry soldiers. After all, people's ability to adapt Much stronger than horses.

The rest of the cavalry saw that things were not going well, and they all took the opportunity to slip away.

As for the more than 10,000 refugees before, they ran away when they saw the eldest son returning, and together with the rush of 60 or 70 cavalry, they are still staying in Wanjiazhuang, and there are not many people who can breathe.

At this time, everyone saw that Zhang He used his supreme supernatural powers and directly killed the eldest son who could use the immortal method.

The person who can kill the Immortal Master must be a more powerful Immortal Master.

Zhang He doesn't have much time to take care of these refugees now. In this battle, he killed Wanyoucai and beheaded the eldest son of Wanjia. The next priority is to protect the spoils.

Several guards were also killed and injured, and those who were injured need immediate treatment.

It's enough for Old Man Zhang to lead someone to do these things. With Old Man Zhang's shrewd and stingy temperament, he naturally won't suffer any loss, and no one should try to take advantage of him.

Zhang He picked up the dagger that had fallen on the ground, and his hand was very light, and the light was so cold that his sword was about to break, but there was no gap on the dagger.

After playing around for a while, he put the dagger into the space, and then walked to the corpse of the eldest son of the Wan family. He tried his breathing, pulse, and body temperature, and he was sure that he was really dead.

The first time he came into contact with the legendary immortal cultivator, he didn't know what kind of strange methods they would have.

The armor on the eldest son's body was already in tatters, and when he gently picked it up with a knife, it had already been picked off, revealing the brocade robe inside.

Zhang He put his hand into the eldest son's arms and groped for a while, but there were quite a few sundries in it~www.wuxiahere.com~, all of which he put into the space.

Then he touched his entire body again and took away all suspicious items.

After the turmoil just now, the core members of the Wan family, Wan Youcai, the eldest son, and the second son have all died.

These two young masters died in a rather aggrieved manner. On weekdays, there were many tenants who were persecuted by him. The group of refugees who rushed into the house just now beat him violently and were killed on the spot.

The rest of the Wan family also died and fled, and the rest of the clumsy ones who didn't escape were rushed to a big house by the guards and locked up.

After the guards controlled the situation in Wanjiazhuang, they amicably invited the rest of the refugees out of Wanjiazhuang.

These refugees were shocked by Zhang He's great supernatural powers that killed the immortal master before, and they dared to resist, so they could only humbly withdraw from Wanjiazhuang.

Before leaving, Zhang He was also loyal. Since they had all done their best before, they each sent a bag of food.

Wanjiazhuang is very big, with a lot of houses and a lot of property. Even if some of them are robbed by the refugees, it is irrelevant to the whole Wanjiazhuang.

Old Man Zhang took a group of guards and spent three days to count the wealth left by the Wan family.

This made old man Zhang so happy that he could not see his teeth but not his eyes. With his limited mathematical knowledge, it was hard to describe how much he had.

Wanjia, as the local emperor of Heishui Town, has been squeezing the tenant farmers with all their might. After so many years of accumulation, it is impossible for an old farmer like Zhang to imagine.

There are more than one million catties of grain in just a few warehouses. Even if people in the entire Heishui Town eat it together, they will be able to eat it until next summer.

One of the warehouses that stores copper coins is full of copper rust, and the rope used to string the coins has long since decayed. At present, it is impossible to count how much money is in it.