Chapter 14 Su Quanxiao

The next morning, the grain team continued its advance.

Fortunately, there were no dangers along the way, and the barbarians who were originally thought to come to rob food did not show up.

It was not until noon that everyone saw the magnificent city at the end of the road - Zhenbei City.

There were flags of all kinds standing in all directions, and soldiers with all kinds of equipment coming and going.

The clothes are colorful and there is a mix of good and bad people.

All I can say is that they are worthy of being a makeshift team of the 72 princes in the northern border.

"Junior Brother Yang, I will take Marquis Su's daughter with me to report to Marquis Su first. I will have someone take you to the military camp to see if there are any useful weapons. Once the food and grass arrive, Marquis Su's army will be ready to go soon. Just wait to make achievements."

Yang Jian readily agreed.

Zheng Lun then assigned a soldier to lead Yang Jian to the military camp.

When he arrived at the military camp, he found that the shelves were filled with ordinary weapons such as bronze swords, shields, spears and halberds. They were too light for Yang Jian's current strength of 100,000 pounds.

Then I went to ask if there was anything heavier.

"The heaviest weapon here weighs two hundred pounds, and you think it's too light?"

Yang Jian nodded, thought for a moment and said, "Just find one that weighs about 2,000 kilograms."

The guard of the Wubei Camp subconsciously thought that Yang Jian was here to make fun of him, but then he thought that this guy was introduced by the grain supervisor Zheng Lun.

Zheng Lun has made great progress in his cultivation. This kid might be a talented person from somewhere.

These were all weapons for ordinary soldiers, so Zheng Lun's intention was obvious.

"The weapon you want is only in the possession of the young marquis. Zheng Lun and the young marquis have never been on good terms. I must have asked you to come here to ask for my favor and take you to the young marquis."

The guard thought for a while and said, "Forget it. We are all doing business for the Marquis' family. There is no need to distinguish between relatives and strangers. Follow me."

Yang Jian asked in confusion: "I wonder who the young marquis is~"

"Of course it's Su Quanxiao, the son of Marquis Jizhou. Didn't that big mouth Zheng Lun tell you?"

Maybe he wanted to say something, but I interrupted him ruthlessly.

Yang Jian thought to himself, but on the surface he just shook his head.

The guard looked at Yang Jian in surprise.

Although he was confused, he still took Yang Jian to find the young marquis.

When they arrived at a parade ground, they saw a man about the same age as Yang Jian standing in the middle with his upper body naked and a wooden sword in his hand.

Dozens of soldiers surrounded them, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Through the introduction of the guard, Yang Jian learned that the man in the middle was the young marquis Su Quanxiao.

Dozens of soldiers suddenly rushed forward and tried to subdue the man in the middle at the same time.

They had beautiful thoughts. If they could really act in unison, they might be able to capture the young marquis in the central government.

But the fact was that Su Quanxiao took advantage of the gaps in the crowd's attack and defeated them one by one, hitting them with his wooden sword until they rolled on the ground in pain.

His swordsmanship can be described as exquisite.

Yang Jian nodded secretly.

"How about it? Our young marquis is very powerful, isn't he? At such a young age, he has already reached the realm of Refining Qi into Spirit, and will soon enter the realm of Refining Spirit into Void. He is on the same level as that old guy Zheng Lun, and is one of the most powerful masters of the younger generation in Da Shang."

The guard boasted to Yang Jian.

"Uncle Meng, please don't brag about me. My swordsmanship is nothing. The genius disciples in the immortal sects are the real talents and masters of magic."

Su Quanxiao threw down his wooden sword and walked over. The soldiers beside him hurriedly put down a towel for him to wipe his sweat.

He noticed the unfamiliar Yang Jian and asked curiously, "This brother looks a little unfamiliar to me."

The guard clasped his fists and said, "My Lord, this is a talented man introduced by Zheng Lun. His name is Yang Jian. He is Zheng Lun's junior fellow apprentice. He needs to choose a weapon that suits him."

"Oh? He was introduced by Zheng Lun. Hasn't he always claimed to be a disciple of the famous teacher Du'e Zhenren? He looked down on people like me who practice Taoism from an unconventional way. How could he ask me for help one day?" Su Quanxiao was about to take the towel handed to him by the soldier next to him to wipe his body, but he smiled when he heard this, and looked at Yang Jian with a gleam in his eyes.

Yang Jian suddenly felt that his cultivation had been seen through.

Su Quanxiao picked up the wooden sword, raised his chin, and said to Yang Jian: "I see that your cultivation is similar to mine, come and give it a try! Our magic weapon will not be given to rubbish that got in through the back door."

"This~"

Yang Jian looked hesitantly at the guard who brought him here.

"If the young marquis tells you to go, then go. It's not shameful to lose to the genius young marquis. Your master, Master Du'e, won't blame you if he knows."

The guard urged.

Yang Jian thought to himself that he was worried that he might accidentally hit the young marquis too hard and kill him.

What's more, the master is not the real person Du'e. On second thought, Shen Gongbao's name might become a bad name in the future, so he gave up the thought of making excuses.

"Mr. Hei, please rest here first."

Yang Jian put down the black cat in his arms, walked forward, clasped his fists and bowed: "I'm sorry."

"If you have any magic, use it as soon as possible. If I can't enjoy it, don't even think about getting any weapons from me."

After Su Quanxiao finished speaking, he attacked with a sword at an extremely fast speed, thinking that he should use a third of his strength to test the waters first, in case this junior fellow apprentice of Zheng Lun was too weak to be easily defeated.

They all work for his father Su Hu, and it would be bad if they were to lose too badly.

Yang Jian did not dodge or evade, and was even too lazy to use the magic eye between his eyebrows. He planned to take the attack head-on and end the battle quickly.

He came here to kill enemies and practice, not to play house games with children.

This boring fight was meaningless to him.

Seeing that Yang Jian did not dodge or evade, Su Quanxiao thought that he was too fast and Yang Jian could not react.

The wooden sword that was originally pointed at his throat shifted and pointed at his left shoulder.

The wooden sword is infused with magical power and is as hard as gold and iron.

It pierced Yang Jian's left shoulder directly.

Yang Jian endured the pain, gripped the wooden sword with his left hand, lowered his torso, gathered strength with his right arm, and punched out straight.

Su Quanxiao instantly realized Yang Jian's plan and hurriedly dropped his sword and retreated.

The punch, delivered with a force of 100,000 pounds, created a strong gust of wind that blew Su Quanxiao to the ground, causing him to roll twice.

He was covered in mud and looked miserable.

He stood up in a hurry, with fear still in his eyes. He ignored the dirt on his body and clapped his hands in praise: "What courage, what strength."

Yang Jian: "Still fighting?"

"No fighting, it's boring."

Su Quanxiao shook his head. Even though he still had many sword skills and magic spells that he had not used, he had already recognized Yang Jian's strength, and his goal was not to win.

He then said to the soldiers beside him, "Quickly call a doctor to stop the bleeding and heal the wound of this immortal disciple."

Yang Jian waved his hand to stop him. With his Eight-Nine Profound Arts, he could recover from this minor injury in a short time.

At this moment, the guard who brought him here was immersed in the punch that Yang Jian had just delivered. Only then did he suddenly remember that Yang Jian was not bragging when he said that the weapon was not heavy enough.

But they really have that kind of strength.

Although the two did not continue fighting at this time, the outcome was already clear.

All of Su Quanxiao's magic skills are related to the sword. Now that the sword is lost, what's the point of fighting?

"I don't know how long you have been practicing. The young marquis has only been practicing for a few decades. It's nothing like the people in your sect who practice seclusion for dozens or even hundreds of years."

The guard continued to ask. He was quite unwilling at this moment and wanted to let Su Quanxiao surpass Yang Jian in terms of practice time.

(End of this chapter)