I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

The initial invincibility time of one year has been less than two months now.

Zhang Dongyun tried to search for other fairy trace fragments to extend the invincibility time.

On the other side, continue to brush system tasks to win opportunities for city expansion and upgrade.

If it can continue to expand like this, Yang Li and others, and other fairy trace fragments are directly expanded into the city, then he naturally doesn’t have to bother to find it.

However, city is not big enough right now, and the time is only about ten months and three hundred days.

The system task still needs time.

It’s really not possible. City Lord Zhang said that he cannot and must personally initiate, spoiling things through excessive enthusiasm.

At the moment, you can give Shen Herong the work first.

As for the outside of the city…

Zhang Dongyun stood up from his seat and walked in the Daming Palace.

Besides the hidden pavilion, the Eastern Tang Dynasty should have other spy channels, why haven’t they come to the door?

Could it be that after knowing the end of the dark pavilion Gu Hechuan and Phantom, he was frightened?

If you don’t go up the mountain, you should be making a fuss under the mountain…Zhang Dongyun thought in his heart.

The Chang’an City on the mountain is changing with each passing day.

The mountain also looks like Changing the Heaven and Switching the Earth.

The Cold Mountain faction regained its foothold in the Qinzhou Mansion and the ferry business is booming.

After Hui Tianyu personally escorted a batch of ore onto the ship, he returned to Chang’an.

However, before he returned to the mountain, he was suddenly stopped.

The scene is a bit bizarre.

A single-eyed martial artist with a strong suit, a vigorous body and a capable face was blocked by a scholar.

Hui Tianyu stared at the young scholar quietly with one eye, and did not underestimate him.

In this world, there is a way of cultivation called Confucian cultivation.

Pencil and paper killing is not a metaphor, but a literal means of killing.

“Qinzhou Mansion was ruled by the Eastern Tang Dynasty. This Xiongtai was naturally a citizen of the Eastern Tang Dynasty. He worked for the Eastern Tang Dynasty and would like to come here without hesitation?” The scholar smiled and his tone was soothing.

The single-eyed youth is slightly in a trance, almost subconsciously nodded.

But he wakes up quickly.

The beautiful mouth of Confucianism?

The other party is indeed a Confucian cultivator, and the level is not low.

Confucian cultivation, called 1st Realm, Enlightenment.

Scholar set foot on the road, this realm is mainly to lay the foundation, improve people’s memory and understanding, but it is not easy to directly confront the enemy.

At the Confucian cultivation Second Stage, the situation is different.

With poems and books, you can cultivate talents and culture, beautiful and beautiful, Divine Soul is keen, firm in mind, language faintly affects the minds of others, and is easily convincing.

Although it still does not have the frontal combat capability, as long as it is used properly, it will naturally have miraculous effects.

Hui Tianyu is the cultivation realm of Martial Dao Third Stage. Although the martial artist does not directly practice Divine Soul, from the outside to the inside, the fleshy body is strong and the spirit willpower is firm.

The cultivator of Confucian Second Stage, Jinxinxiukou can’t influence him at all.

It is the Confucian cultivator, who is also the Third Stage, who has shown a splendid miracle. Hui Tianyu will not immediately get caught.

The scholar in front of him looks young, but his cultivation realm may be higher than him.

If it weren’t for Cold Mountain’s sentimental method to be improved by Wu Mister Yun, I am afraid it would be completely unstoppable.

While Hui Tianyu was awakened in his heart, he was ignorant on the face.

“Yes, I am Dongtang…”

Before speaking, a sword light suddenly lit up, like lightning piercing the night sky!

The Dark Night Terror Sword!

Hui Tianyu pretends to be still affected by the other side’s Jinxinxiu mouth, but in fact suddenly shoots a sword.

The Dark Night Jinghongjian was already known for its speed, and returning to Tianyu was equivalent to suddenly turning over after surrendering.

With the sword light flashed, he pierced the young scholar in an instant.

The scholar was also taken aback, almost unable to react.

He observed Tianyu for a long time, and asked himself that his realm was higher than that of the other party, and he was from a famous family, and he couldn’t take a person from a small force.

Unexpectedly, this single-eyed young man not only broke free from the influence of his beautiful mouth, but also used such a stunning sword.

After getting close, Martial Dao cultivator is undoubtedly more dominant.

The scholar’s whole body is surging, like a breeze, his body loses weight, and he flutters back with the wind.

But he missed the opportunity, Hui Tianyu’s sword light had already pierced him, too late to resist.

Fortunately, a jade pendant flashed around his waist.

The brilliance condenses into an ancient sword of three chi long in the air.

Ancient sword is dangerous and dangerous. Help the scholar intercept Hui Tianyu’s long sword.

Sword edge was knocked off by the ancient sword, and swiped across the scholar’s temple.

The scholar only feels cold, and chances are that his hair is already falling.

“refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit.” After the scholar was afraid, his expression became serious.

He recites the poems and breathes like wind.

During his recitation, Hui Tianyu did not answer, and continued to throw out his sword, like a thunderbolt and lightning.

The young scholar stood there with a sneer, did not dodge or step back, only each minding their own business chanting.

And that illusory ancient sword, guarding him, helped him block the sword edge of Tianyu.

Hui Tianyu saw that the opponent had treasure protection, even if he was close to him, he was not afraid of him as a martial artist, so he stopped stumbling, and immediately retreated with a sword.

After the scholar finished reading the poem, the air flowed around and turned into a cold wind, as sharp as a sword, slashed back to Tianyu.

The single-eyed youth swung his sword, barely resisting the wind and the sword.

After blocking a few rounds, he swayed from the left to the right, gradually unable to take care of it.

Fortunately, at this time, a sword came from afar, breaking the sword wind.

Then the sword light flashed and came back to the scholar.

This time the sword light is almost too late for the scholar himself to react.

Relying on the illusory ancient sword, once again volleyed to block the opponent’s sword light.

But this time, this ancient sword was swept away by the opponent’s sword light.

When the visitor stretched out his hand, he already grabbed the scholar.

“Don’t move, Guo’s sword must be faster than your mouth.” The other party said.

“pay respects to Sect Master.” Hui Tianyu relaxed on the side.

Guo Zi is here.

The young scholar who was captured, his heart was shaken again at this time.

Guo Zi and Hui Tianyu are the same Sword Art.

This Cold Mountain faction is all?

Where did they learn Sword Art?

The Cold Mountain faction has such Martial Dao inheritance for a long time, where is it necessary to nest in the trifling Qinzhou Mansion.

Wait… Then Changan?

The scholar wakes up.

He looked at Hui Tianyu, and then at Guo Zi.

The latter is afraid that he is specially ambushing him…

But the young scholar is not flustered.

He didn’t resist, he just smiled: “I underestimated you, but it’s better for you to let me go.”

Guo Zi ignored him and carried him up the mountain. Back to Tianyu follow closely from behind.

The scholar was on the road, relaxed at first, but gradually became restless.

All the way back to Chang’an City, Guo Zi brought scholars to find Wu Mister Yun to return to life.

“Mr. Ji, caught a Confucian Fourth Stage scholar, who seems to be from a noble family.”

In the lobby, the voice of Wu Mister Yun came out:

“Well, from the Cheng family.”

A few people entered the lobby, and there were two people in the hall besides the black clothed old man Mister Yun.

One is Chen Jiezhi.

The other person is a white clothed middle age person with an elegant and handsome appearance.

But he looked sleepy.

“Uncle Seven…” Seeing the middle age person, the young scholar looked ugly.