Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Gongzi Fei saw the militiamen arrayed in front from a distance, but he didn't take it too seriously. He was just struggling to death.

His group of people are all immortal cultivators, and they are followed by an army of 100,000 demons, while the other party is just a group of ordinary people with no cultivation.

Although there are a small number of monks among them, the highest level is only foundation building.

Now it is as ridiculous as a giant elephant who sees an ant stretching out a leg on the road ahead and wants to trip himself up.

In his consciousness, he could even see that although the militiamen at the front were in neat formation, many of them were trembling uncontrollably.

Just like this, you still want to stop the demon's army of 100,000?

Although he also saw the spiritual tools in the hands of the militiamen in his consciousness, the spiritual energy on them did not fluctuate much, so they were probably weapons contaminated with a little spiritual energy.

Gongzi Fei and his men continued to move forward slowly. Such a group of ants was not worth their charge.

The fact is that the situation is similar to what Gongzi Fei observed. Among the militiamen holding spiritual tools in their hands, there were a large number of tenant farmers who had never seen blood, let alone participated in a battle.

They were busy in the fields not long ago, and many of them were honest people who usually couldn't even kill chickens.

It was the first time to experience this kind of battle. It would be a lie to say that I wasn’t nervous. Most people were so nervous that their palms were sweating.

Seeing the army of immortal cultivators getting closer and closer, they felt so oppressive that they couldn't breathe and held their breath unconsciously.

But none of them stepped back. Behind them were their homes, their parents, wives and children, and everyone was fighting for themselves.

At the same time, they were even more unwilling to let down Mr. Zhang’s good intentions and could not let him down.

Everyone suppressed the tension and fear in their hearts and looked at their captain. As long as the captain gave the order, they only needed to press the switch of the spiritual tool in their hands just like during training.

The enemy still has 50 feet... 40 feet... 30 feet... 25 feet... 20 feet...

The effective range of the spiritual tool is 20 feet, but at this time Fugui still has not issued an order to attack. Now he can only reach the front row of the enemy, and he is still waiting.

19 feet...18 feet...

The distance between the two sides was only 15 feet. The bodies of the militiamen were shaking even more violently, and the human monks on the opposite side also began to prepare to cast spells.

"put!"

Following Fugui's order, all the nervous militiamen seemed to have found a way to release the pressure and pressed the switch on the spiritual tool.

Countless fireballs flew out, rushed into the crowd in front and immediately turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Thousands of people using spiritual tools to attack at the same time are like thousands of Qi Practitioners blasting fireballs at them at the same time.

At this moment, all the monks walking in front of the team were caught in the sea of ​​fire.

"Crazy! It's crazy!"

Only then did Gong Zifei realize that the ants opposite were holding spiritual tools.

In the Zhou Dynasty, spiritual tools were a very unpopular magical weapon, and no one would use spiritual tools to arm ordinary people.

In the eyes of nobles, once spiritual tools fall into the hands of ordinary people, it is tantamount to a disaster.

No nobleman with normal thinking would put such a sharp weapon in the hands of tenant farmers. It would cause big trouble and would be like playing with fire and burning oneself.

How will we manage the tenant farmers who have spiritual tools in their hands in the future?

But now that my team is facing this situation, there is no room for thinking about anything else. Maybe this is a desperate move by the opponent to defeat them.

At this moment, all the monks trapped in the sea of ​​fire stopped struggling and fell to the ground, waiting peacefully for themselves to turn into ashes.

This sudden change made everyone a little stunned and hesitated for a while.

"Rush, rush over quickly, the opponent is just a group of ants!"

After Young Master Fei reminded everyone, everyone suddenly realized, yes! The opponent is just a swarm of ants. As a cultivator, I can crush the opponent to death with just one hand.

A group of immortal cultivators used their own defensive methods and rushed forward.

Some people with higher cultivation levels have also used their own attack methods at this moment, and various spells and magic weapons are flying towards the militiamen in front.

But there are only a small number of monks who can attack militiamen from a distance of twenty feet. They must be at least ten levels of Qi training.

There are not many such masters in the monk team.

Their attack was partly stopped by the militiamen.

These instructors are all soldiers who have retired from the Blackwater Army, and their strength is not bad.

Only a few of the attacks fell on the militia group, causing great damage.

These militiamen who went into battle for the first time saw fear in their hearts when their comrades died around them. Their eyes became unsteady and they looked at their instructors and their own generals, hoping to hear the order to retreat.

Those who died on the battlefield were heavily rewarded, and escaping without authorization was a capital offense and would also involve family members.

"Listen to my command - let go!"

The militiamen did not hear any orders to retreat and could only subconsciously press the switch of the spiritual tools in their hands again.

A group of monks who had just approached were once again submerged in a sea of ​​fire.

At the same time, a qi-training monk among the militiamen sacrificed a rocket launcher on his back. Once the object was launched, it shot forward at an extremely fast speed like an arrow from a string.

Opposite 20 feet away, a foundation-building monk had just blasted the militia square with a spell. More than 30 militiamen died on the spot from this spell.

At this time, a cylindrical magic weapon fell on top of his head at an extremely fast speed. Before he could raise the magic weapon to meet him, the cylindrical magic weapon exploded above his head.

The huge explosion shock wave stirred up a cloud of smoke and dust. When the smoke and dust dissipated slightly, only a large crater remained. The foundation-building monk could not even find the complete corpse.

It even affected the qi-training monks standing around him, and a large piece of them fell down, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

This was just the beginning, and then one after another, several rocket launchers flew into the team of monks.

"Boom boom boom!"

Continuous loud noises were heard in the ranks of monks, and the monks who had been bombarding the opposite side just now had already stopped their efforts.

Anyone who is named by the rocket launcher will not be spared as long as he does not have a golden elixir cultivation level.

The next few rounds of spiritual weapon shooting and rocket launcher explosions had already blown Gong Zifei's monks to pieces.

"Fellow Taoists, it seems we still have to take action personally."

Seeing that the monks under his command were helpless, Gongzi Fei turned around and smiled at the golden elixir monks and handed them over.

"We have just joined the Holy Alliance and have not made any achievements. Now we have lost troops and generals. It is inevitable that we will be looked down upon."

Several golden elixir monks immediately walked out of the crowd.

If Zhang He were here, he would definitely be able to recognize them. Most of them are acquaintances.

They fought against the demon army together on the bank of the boundary river, and later Zhang He led people to rescue everyone.

But now everyone has already forgotten this matter.