My brother is so stable

But Chan Jiaoxian took out the 'array map' at the bottom of the box, and Zhou Jun set up a strange array around Xiqi City, temporarily blocking the powerful merchant army.

Among the Zhou army and the Shang army, all the generals who were born in teaching and intercepting education are trying their best to pretend to be mortals at this moment, for fear of being discovered by the heaven.

In fact, the Heavenly Court is just a lot of thunder and a little rain, that is, the announcement is announced, and there is no actual action at all.

It's just Li Changshou's little trick.

The starlight flickered suddenly, and the ink unicorn, which the merchant army was already familiar with, stepped on the black flames, slowly came from the eastern sky, and fell into the east gate of the middle camp of the merchant army.

Along the way, the soldiers bowed their heads and saluted, their eyes full of reverence.

On the ink unicorn, the white-haired Grand Master Wen Zhong of the Shang Dynasty, although there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, he still couldn't hide the tiredness under his face.

"Master!"

In front of the big tent, two young generals supported him, Wen Zhong waved his hands, and jumped off the Mo Qilin vigorously, and Mo Qilin slowly lifted into the air, and went to find a place outside the camp to rest.

"Master, what's the matter?"

"Go in and talk," Wen Zhong said, and stepped into the tent.

These two young generals are Wen Zhong's disciples, they can be regarded as the fourth generation of Jiejiao.

Before the ten battles, Wen Zhong didn't know what was wrong with him. He felt inexplicably old in his heart. He felt that after many years of fighting, he suddenly felt tired that could not be erased.

'Accept a disciple. '

Wen Zhong thought so at the time, so he accepted the two disciples just like that.

In the blink of an eye, they can be considered independent.

Sitting back in the grand teacher's chair, Wen Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, and arranged a barrier.

The two disciples brought tea and took away the battle armor that the master took off, each of them hesitated to speak, concerned about the result of this trip.

"Master, haven't you been able to persuade that Master Lu Yue's uncle?"

"Uncle Lu Yue doesn't want to attack ordinary people," Wen Zhong said, "What he said is also reasonable, if one's own poisonous pill is used on ordinary people, it is nothing.

Uncle Lu Yue also said that if it was a thousand years ago, he might agree to this matter.

But now, he is the deputy leader of the Immortal League, so he must pay attention to this level of identity. If he directly takes action against mortals, he will give some laxatives, which will also embarrass the Jiejiao and discredit the Immortal League and the Heavenly Court. He is not a brother of Taibai. "

The two young generals looked at each other and sighed.

"Then, master, are we really going to fight against Chanjiao?"

"Master, now that the army has surrounded Xiqi City, if we don't go to fight this battle, we just withdraw. The morale of the army will be weakened and the morale will be low. If Zhou Guoji, Chang Jifa and his son take advantage of the situation to raise their arms and shout, Chaoge will be in danger."

"Okay, okay," Wen Zhong smiled wryly and waved his hands, "How can I not know about this matter? Go down first, let me think about it."

"Yes."

"Yes!"

The two disciples bowed their heads and cupped their fists, and each retreated.

Wen Zhong sighed softly, staring at the topographic map around Mount Qi hanging on the side, his body slumped on the seat, his eyes full of tiredness.

He didn't just invite Lu Yue.

But for some reason, the elders and peers in the church who were kind to me before are all avoiding me.

Several friends who promised to come down the mountain to help before, and even his senior brother Yu Hua, all said that they want to retreat and practice...

Wen Zhong couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't figure it out, but he vaguely knew that it had something to do with the two masters Tu Sheng in the Ten Absolute Formation.

How can he see through the overall situation?

It's just the Grand Master of Shang Dynasty, it's just three generations of Jiejiao's disciples, it's just an insignificant person in this world.

but……

"Your Majesty," Wen Zhong muttered to himself, "there is only so much I can do."

Taking a breath slowly, Wen Zhong sat up straight, his eyes flickering, and walked to the hanging 'simple' topographic map.

The original plan remained unchanged. Three days later, the merchant army advanced in an all-round way and must break through the city of Xiqi!

Xiqi City is the core place of the Zhou people, and the talents and dignitaries among the Zhou people are all gathered in Xiqi.

As long as this place is breached, even if the state of Zhou will not be destroyed, it will decline back ten or twenty years!

This is the last hope of the Shang Kingdom, and it is also a period of time that His Majesty urgently needs!

Your Majesty is a mortal with a limited lifespan, and after His Majesty passes away, it will be very difficult for the successors to have such courage again.

The life and death of Shang country depend on this battle!

Master's sagely way is to intercept a ray of life for all spirits in the world!

His way is to intercept a glimmer of life for this great merchant.

No, the night is long and the dreams are many, and later changes will happen.

"Call the generals of the three armies!"

Wen Zhong shouted to the outside of the tent: "All armies will kill deer and sheep tomorrow to strengthen the soldiers!"

"Here!"

A chorus of responses came from outside the tent, and a messenger rushed away, and the shouts spread from battalion to battalion.

There was a sudden cry in Xiqi City, as if a certain important person had died.

The barracks of the merchant army began to move frequently during the night, and the sergeants were urged to go to sleep early, and the strong smell of meat was already wafting before dawn.

In the early morning, with the sound of drums, there were long winding dragons on the ground, and the flags of the various merchant armies fluttered in the wind, and the world was filled with terror.

Zhou Ying... hangs the free battle card high, holds his breath and concentrates in the formation, and waits for it.

In the large tent of the merchant army, Wen Zhong slowly put on his armor, pointed out a water mirror, and looked at the vicissitudes of life in it.

The face is born from the heart, and the face is born from the heart.

In today's battle, the top seeks to destroy Xiqi, and the bottom seeks to overthrow the Zhou army. If a war breaks out, the lives will be ruined, but each is the master, loyal and fearless.

'Teacher, I must let the foundation of business flourish again in my hands! '