Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 82 Disaster Elimination
In the southwest of Anyang City, there is an inconspicuous farmyard.

The night fell into silence.

A few plainly dressed men who looked like peasants were plotting something around the table, and the flickering candlelight reflected their cloudy and uncertain faces.

"Big stall, according to the information sent by the people below, the Zeng family seems to be near a mountain, should we investigate further..."

Dongchang Fanzi, who was wearing a pointed hat and white boots, was a little scared. Obviously, he had also heard the news that the Zeng family had the protection of a great master.

However, before the man could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a square-faced man facing south.

"The old man Zeng insulted his godfather first, and if we are adopted sons, if we can't share his worries for the old man, what is the difference between us and the group of scumbags in Xiuyiwei!"

The man slightly cupped his hands in the direction of the capital in the north, and reprimanded him sternly.

"Let's talk about innate great masters. I haven't had one in more than 200 years since the establishment of the Yong Dynasty. His Zeng family is so lucky. When he was targeted by his godfather, there just happened to be a congenital strong man?"

"The two-hundred-year-old grand master, his Zeng family really dare to say it!"

The man sneered, somewhat disdainful of Zeng's mansion's foolish tactics.

"The big stall head means that the great master is the mist released by the Zeng family, and there is no such a number one person at all!"

The little servant suddenly realized, and leaned forward obsequiously.

The people around also praised Da Taitou for his cleverness.

The square-faced man enjoyed the feeling of being flattered, and he continued after a while.

"However, just because they did this, they let us miss the foundation. The Zeng family really needs some backing, and they need to use the name of the great master to scare us."

"When the night gets darker, we'll gather all the people to take over the Zeng's mansion. Xiao Anzi, take our badge and let the guys guarding the city show their tricks. If half of the Zeng family's remnants are leaked, Just take their heads and fill them up."

"Let's all go to work!"

The murderous look of the square-faced man's words revealed that he was obviously capable of such a job.

"Yes!"

The subordinates were also full of enthusiasm. Anyang Zeng, who had produced three elders, could guess how rich his family was with his toes.

The hands grasping the meat will inevitably be stained with oil and water, even the big heads have to be filial to the governor, and the little leftovers are enough to feed them to their full.

Without his ordering, the machine in Dongchang has already started to operate automatically.

Soon, there was only the first person left in the hall, and the dim candlelight flickered, reflecting his uncertain face.

"Hmph, a bunch of simple-minded fools!"

After sending everyone away, Fang Hongbiao finally revealed his true thoughts.

Contrary to the self-confidence on his lips, Fang Hongbiao was inclined to believe from the very beginning that the Zeng family really found the backing of a great congenital master.

After all, Yong Kingdom has not produced a great master in these years.

Even if you make up a Waigang Grandmaster, it will be more convincing than the Xiantian Grandmaster, but the Zeng family is doing the opposite.

This made him a little confused.

Would a wise man suddenly act as if he had lost his mind?

Obviously the answer is no.

All kinds of clues will only lead to a bizarre conclusion, that is, there is really a great master in the Zeng family.

But Fang Hongbiao couldn't back down.

All his power comes from the governor, if he can even obey the tasks ordered by the governor, then he will not be far from the day he becomes an abandoned son.

One thought of the innate grand master controls his life and death, but one thought of the old man who supervises him is the life of Fang's family.

So whether he wants to or not, attacking the Zeng family is an imperative move.

It would be best if the Zeng family was wiped out, promoted and made a fortune, if there were really a great master sitting in charge, with so many cannon fodder standing in front of him, he might still have a chance of survival.

All his subordinates were wiped out, and he ran back with serious injuries. The governor can't still get angry at his loyal adopted son!
Fang Hongbiao has already made up his mind, and he will hide far away when the time comes.

Anyway, in terms of credit, his share as a commander is also indispensable, and it is nothing more than giving more credit to his subordinates.

How could one's own life be precious!
……

It's three quarters.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

Fang Hongbiao led a large group of Dongchang fanzi, a few of them numbered no less than a hundred.

Holding torches and bows and arrows, they surrounded Zeng's mansion one after another.

"According to the Nine Thousand Years Order, no one from the Zeng Mansion will be left behind, shoot arrows, and burn this place down for me!"

Fang Hongbiao's anger sank to his dantian, and as soon as he gave an order, a sparse rain of arrows shot towards the mansion.

However, before Fang Hongbiao could show his joy, the arrows with kerosene on their tips were rolled back one after another.

Fanzi, who couldn't react, was killed and injured immediately.

"Let's all go on with this command, just a few people in the rivers and lakes, we can pile them to death just by the number of people!"

The worst situation seems to have come, Fang Hongbiao secretly groaned in his heart, but he still insisted on giving orders.

However, his legs quietly clamped the horse's belly firmly, and at the same time he held the bridle with his hands, always ready, if something bad happened, he would immediately turn around and run away.

Naturally, the subordinates did not doubt that he was there, and a few people who were working together with the bumper were already standing in front of the Zeng Mansion's gate, and were about to use their strength to break through the gate, but unexpectedly, there was a strong force coming from the inside of the gate.

Before they could react, the door panel flew out suddenly, pinning down several Dongchang fans, which hurt their muscles and bones.

At the same time, a figure wearing a navy blue Deluo Taoist robe, like a banished immortal, slowly appeared at the gate.

It was just a sword, and the true qi in his body was vented wantonly from the talisman sword, and in front of everyone, a sword aura of several feet was drawn in the air, and it lasted for several breaths before dissipating.

Obviously no one was killed or injured, but there was a burst of silence on the field.

Fang Hongbiao, who was riding on the horse, felt the mount trembling constantly under his crotch, and finally slammed his hooves, and couldn't help but knelt down, foaming at the mouth, and the ground emitted an unpleasant stench.

Just relying on the remaining prestige, a good horse was frightened to death.

"Great, great master! It's a great master!"

I don't know who yelled first, the sound of swords and soldiers falling to the ground sounded one after another, but in just a cup of tea, no one in the field dared to point their swords at the Taoist in front of him, who seemed to be a great master.

"Go back and tell Wei Chongxian that if he dares to take Zeng's idea again, Pindao may have to go to the capital to reason with him."

As soon as the words fell, the stone wall at the entrance of the alley, which was tens of meters away, collapsed in half with a bang.

And the instigator of everything is just the residual sword energy passing by the stone wall.

Fang Hongbiao didn't dare to have any opinions, he tremblingly picked up the family's treasured sword on the ground, nodded hurriedly, and took a group of people back to where they came from.

In a few days, the news that Zeng's family got the help of a great congenital master spread all over the world.

　The second is before twelve o'clock!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)